Graveyard Poems
#graveyard
Graveyard poems and graveyard poet style writing. Morbid and gloomy poems about graveyards and cemeteries, with gothic themes of romance, death, decay and supernatural beings. Along with poems about graveyards related to grief and afterlife.
cabcool
Poem Published
26th Nov 2023 9:32pm
26th Nov 2023 9:32pm
graves and bridges
the virtues of disinterested benevolence
“If you want to be a bridge of hope to the world, you’ve got
to allow yourself to be walked on.”—Tommy Barnett
where graves proliferate,
no bonafide
friend may commiserate
with amplified
disdain, to change a world
of indigents,
across life's curtain hurled
like accidents.
let's bridges build, instead,
to span the gap
between the starved and fed;
unite the map
between haves and have-nots.
let ebony
and ivory no blots
cast on the sea.
a...
“If you want to be a bridge of hope to the world, you’ve got
to allow yourself to be walked on.”—Tommy Barnett
where graves proliferate,
no bonafide
friend may commiserate
with amplified
disdain, to change a world
of indigents,
across life's curtain hurled
like accidents.
let's bridges build, instead,
to span the gap
between the starved and fed;
unite the map
between haves and have-nots.
let ebony
and ivory no blots
cast on the sea.
a...
#kindness
#support
#graveyard
#poverty
#apathy
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Maeve_Edmonson
Poem Published
19th Nov 2023 7:03pm
19th Nov 2023 7:03pm
Samsara
Upon the eleventh hour,
excremented by boots of lead,
my mind keeps ticking, ticking,
but in this grave, I lay my head.
The pant, panting of footsteps
begins to fade away.
The sun has been depleted,
the moon ceasing my final day.
Heaven's bells are tacet,
solitary silence has been birthed.
Kindling the black flame candle,
my restless spirit has been unearthed.
A marrowed shell awakens,
cobwebbed in a box of pine,
gasping, gasping for a breath
only to inhale monoxide.
In the prolonged...
excremented by boots of lead,
my mind keeps ticking, ticking,
but in this grave, I lay my head.
The pant, panting of footsteps
begins to fade away.
The sun has been depleted,
the moon ceasing my final day.
Heaven's bells are tacet,
solitary silence has been birthed.
Kindling the black flame candle,
my restless spirit has been unearthed.
A marrowed shell awakens,
cobwebbed in a box of pine,
gasping, gasping for a breath
only to inhale monoxide.
In the prolonged...
#death
#rebirth
#graveyard #MovingOn
#graveyard #MovingOn
87 reads
4 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
4th Nov 2023 2:07am
4th Nov 2023 2:07am
When looking in your eyes
At the bus station
Friday
That day our eyes first caught
the others reflection
A grayish blue
was the hue
The compassion of one that runs
to pick up a fallen companion
Behind blue eyes though
We hide our shadows
If that which is concealed
for what ever the reason maybe
Can not be discarded
then surely it shall return
Howling
Haunting
creeping
Clawing at the very essence within
Over the years watching you battle
Through the trauma
the agony
the scars...
Friday
That day our eyes first caught
the others reflection
A grayish blue
was the hue
The compassion of one that runs
to pick up a fallen companion
Behind blue eyes though
We hide our shadows
If that which is concealed
for what ever the reason maybe
Can not be discarded
then surely it shall return
Howling
Haunting
creeping
Clawing at the very essence within
Over the years watching you battle
Through the trauma
the agony
the scars...
#LifeStruggles
#rain
#graveyard
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
28th Oct 2023 11:08am
28th Oct 2023 11:08am
One Type Of Ghostly Encounter
Jonathan saw some
blonde in the graveyard remove
her robe and faded away.
blonde in the graveyard remove
her robe and faded away.
#beauty
#gothic
#fiction
#graveyard
#sensual
100 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
12th Oct 2023 2:50am
12th Oct 2023 2:50am
The Definition of Love
Are you at peace?”
It’s not far-fetched of you to ask me
in your prayers each night
and thoughts each day
The much-known concept of two lives
is swallowed by the living each year
First, when we are physically birthed
and slapped into breath;
the second when we wake to purpose
and life slaps us into a vessel
for something greater than ourselves
The lesser-known concept
of two deaths is fully understood
on this side of the veil
First, when our physical being ...
It’s not far-fetched of you to ask me
in your prayers each night
and thoughts each day
The much-known concept of two lives
is swallowed by the living each year
First, when we are physically birthed
and slapped into breath;
the second when we wake to purpose
and life slaps us into a vessel
for something greater than ourselves
The lesser-known concept
of two deaths is fully understood
on this side of the veil
First, when our physical being ...
#love
#death
#memorial #graveyard
#memorial #graveyard
283 reads
10 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
11th Oct 2023 1:52am
11th Oct 2023 1:52am
Crucifix & Candlelight
In the necropolis
there is no life after sundown
Branches weigh heavy
with its slumber
Here at the ofrenda
we wait for the heart of it
amid sugar skulls
and old photographs
Course salt laid out as a cross
to purify and cleanse
providing courage to remain
and alter a memory
This is the part where we tread
gently, knowing the past is present
camouflaged in the thick space
of enveloping incense
wafting...
there is no life after sundown
Branches weigh heavy
with its slumber
Here at the ofrenda
we wait for the heart of it
amid sugar skulls
and old photographs
Course salt laid out as a cross
to purify and cleanse
providing courage to remain
and alter a memory
This is the part where we tread
gently, knowing the past is present
camouflaged in the thick space
of enveloping incense
wafting...
#death
#memorial
#graveyard
240 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
29th Sep 2023 1:33pm
29th Sep 2023 1:33pm
Funeral of Flowers
Roses so red,
Violets half blue.
Shrubs are handsome.
and away so far are you.
Orchids so white.
Ghosts in a flare,
a lifetime is short
and soft was your hair.
Magnolias growing,
whose buds fade lilac
in the form so slender
of both your legs.
Sunflowers towering
up to the skies,
a smashing hammer
is the sun on your eyes.
Foxgloves in hedges
surround the farms.
Faces so tanned
so were your arms.
Daisies dry pretty.
Daffies in style.
My place is warm ...
Violets half blue.
Shrubs are handsome.
and away so far are you.
Orchids so white.
Ghosts in a flare,
a lifetime is short
and soft was your hair.
Magnolias growing,
whose buds fade lilac
in the form so slender
of both your legs.
Sunflowers towering
up to the skies,
a smashing hammer
is the sun on your eyes.
Foxgloves in hedges
surround the farms.
Faces so tanned
so were your arms.
Daisies dry pretty.
Daffies in style.
My place is warm ...
#death
#flowers
#mirror
#graveyard
#passion
59 reads
4 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
24th Sep 2023 9:53pm
24th Sep 2023 9:53pm
Wandering the Blue
People make a lot of noise while the sun shines. There’s always a man with power tool, hacking and drilling and slicing away the quiet from a Sunday afternoon. When the sun falls below the trees, the birds stop singing, and peace returns to the wild.
He took the dog out at dusk. Autumn crept over and stole the sun. The purple clouds didn’t stick around. A flood of blue spread over the trees. The Interlocking trunks, still held their leaves, and wove a silhouette under the darkened sky. The light that shone through failed to illuminate the path. He stood at the edge of...
He took the dog out at dusk. Autumn crept over and stole the sun. The purple clouds didn’t stick around. A flood of blue spread over the trees. The Interlocking trunks, still held their leaves, and wove a silhouette under the darkened sky. The light that shone through failed to illuminate the path. He stood at the edge of...
#trees
#night
#ShortStory
#graveyard
#horror
79 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
25th Jul 2023 12:44pm
25th Jul 2023 12:44pm
after the funeral
I think I burned all your presences
in the shadows that the sun puts on the walls
I think I tore up all the pictures
in which you weren't smiling your light
I don't think there's anything left under the rugs
after sweeping the room of the uninhabited house
I think the cup was half full of hot air from balloons
and the plate, chipped, was half empty and sad
I think you left without telling me what to do
I think you left without telling me what to do
I think you left
without telling me what to do
I...
in the shadows that the sun puts on the walls
I think I tore up all the pictures
in which you weren't smiling your light
I don't think there's anything left under the rugs
after sweeping the room of the uninhabited house
I think the cup was half full of hot air from balloons
and the plate, chipped, was half empty and sad
I think you left without telling me what to do
I think you left without telling me what to do
I think you left
without telling me what to do
I...
#death
#mirror
#graveyard
#philosophical
#funeral
92 reads
4 Comments
GraveRaven
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2023 9:28am
3rd Jul 2023 9:28am
Grave raven
In a gloomy place where sadness holds its grip,
Where lost souls wander aimlessly, consumed by grief,
There exists a forgotten realm, where melancholy reigns,
And the mournful echoes of ravens fill the darkest skies.
Within this somber city, where death rules supreme,
A land of withered flowers and memories filled with pain,
A place where lifeless graves stand, a valley of misery,
And ghostly figures dance among the epitaphs we see.
Under the hollow gaze of the moon, on endless still nights,
A crow with ominous feathers spills across...
Where lost souls wander aimlessly, consumed by grief,
There exists a forgotten realm, where melancholy reigns,
And the mournful echoes of ravens fill the darkest skies.
Within this somber city, where death rules supreme,
A land of withered flowers and memories filled with pain,
A place where lifeless graves stand, a valley of misery,
And ghostly figures dance among the epitaphs we see.
Under the hollow gaze of the moon, on endless still nights,
A crow with ominous feathers spills across...
#death
#graveyard
153 reads
5 Comments
KGERICD
Poem Published
29th May 2023 4:59pm
29th May 2023 4:59pm
Better to be gone
Ill hold my breath just
Incase ill never see you again
Ill bargain death so you may see me
Again
For the last time
Your tears will drop
But ill never see it
You'll scream out loud
But now i cant hear it
Cause i am already
Out of breath.
Incase ill never see you again
Ill bargain death so you may see me
Again
For the last time
Your tears will drop
But ill never see it
You'll scream out loud
But now i cant hear it
Cause i am already
Out of breath.
#love
#depression
#death #graveyard
#death #graveyard
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missjem56
Poem Published
16th May 2023 10:42pm
16th May 2023 10:42pm
As Quiet As A Worm In A Graveyard
I was sat
Within a wavering silence
The white noise
Was quietly loud
And fluctuated
Betwixt a deathly stillness
As dark as the darkest cloud
Whilst the sounds of worms
Wriggling through a graveyard
Weaving their way
Through the remains
Of the long forgotten
by Jemia
Within a wavering silence
The white noise
Was quietly loud
And fluctuated
Betwixt a deathly stillness
As dark as the darkest cloud
Whilst the sounds of worms
Wriggling through a graveyard
Weaving their way
Through the remains
Of the long forgotten
by Jemia
#silence
#graveyard
#philosophical
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