Poems About Graveyard Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about graveyard seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Black Soul
The grim reaper
The reaper of souls
Comes for you
No matter how beautiful
Keep looking in that mirror
Seeking validation
Yet in the end
You’re ready for cremation
Hold your head still
While the devil inspects you
Feels your cranium
And spits the truth
She says, sit back
Feel nothing, you are
Calloused and broken, the
Epitome of one lifelong scar
The reaper of souls
Comes for you
No matter how beautiful
Keep looking in that mirror
Seeking validation
Yet in the end
You’re ready for cremation
Hold your head still
While the devil inspects you
Feels your cranium
And spits the truth
She says, sit back
Feel nothing, you are
Calloused and broken, the
Epitome of one lifelong scar
#anger
#curse
#dark
#death
#graveyard
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Opon a old gravestone
Where I lay, now rambling roses play
Up Cyprus boughs on summer days
Amongst autumn leaves and hedgehog trails
White winter snow laden or sudden hail
To spring flowers nodding in warmer winds
I lie here in deep silence among my kin
Year upon year I will wait for you
Till one day you'll lay in this garden too
Up Cyprus boughs on summer days
Amongst autumn leaves and hedgehog trails
White winter snow laden or sudden hail
To spring flowers nodding in warmer winds
I lie here in deep silence among my kin
Year upon year I will wait for you
Till one day you'll lay in this garden too
#aging
#death
#graveyard
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Mourning Haiku from the Cafe
Mourning Haiku from the Cafe
mud on his grave
grows buttercups
for her spring blues
deep dirt
buries his casket
her heart wails
dust in her eyes
from his windblown grave
her tombstone blues
her tresses fly free
from the Mississippi delta blues
no more tears
she wipes dust
from his name etched in marble
tomb of no regrets
sentimental blues
sing in her mourning heart
her teary smile
mud on his grave
grows buttercups
for her spring blues
deep dirt
buries his casket
her heart wails
dust in her eyes
from his windblown grave
her tombstone blues
her tresses fly free
from the Mississippi delta blues
no more tears
she wipes dust
from his name etched in marble
tomb of no regrets
sentimental blues
sing in her mourning heart
her teary smile
#love
#grief
#haiku
#memorial
#graveyard
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They Sleep Unaware of the Clarion Call
in foreign fields they rested
where past dreams echoes
they sleep unaware of the clarion call
that no more pierce the silent sleepers
they fell responding to their duty
defend the nation from perceived enemies
they understood and accepted their fate
when they heed the call to arms
under the field of crosses
the sons and daughters so loved
were identified only by their name
carved on the crosses
their names testified to their bravery
they were the living walls
against the oncoming enemies
they...
where past dreams echoes
they sleep unaware of the clarion call
that no more pierce the silent sleepers
they fell responding to their duty
defend the nation from perceived enemies
they understood and accepted their fate
when they heed the call to arms
under the field of crosses
the sons and daughters so loved
were identified only by their name
carved on the crosses
their names testified to their bravery
they were the living walls
against the oncoming enemies
they...
#soldiers
#graveyard
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Hatchet
Give a little bit
watch the party go off in a fit
of excitement and calamity.
Oh, a cavalcade of guilt just
washes over me
stained in red
as I raise my hands asking
"Why doesn't he just destroy me?"
Bury that hatchet
and all is forgiven.
Same as my father before me.
watch the party go off in a fit
of excitement and calamity.
Oh, a cavalcade of guilt just
washes over me
stained in red
as I raise my hands asking
"Why doesn't he just destroy me?"
Bury that hatchet
and all is forgiven.
Same as my father before me.
#graveyard
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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
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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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The Space Between Graves
Cold hard and frozen ground
Sleep silently heart that doth not pound
Under mounds of hard packed earth
Skeletal grins full of mirth
Each resting in their place
Yet avoiding the cimmerian space
That void between each casket
Insidious and silent not making a racket
Leering from the shadows gloom
The thing in the dying room
Ask not what it could be
For it's better that it should not be free
This thing with rotted eyes
An ebony intent fitting of...
Sleep silently heart that doth not pound
Under mounds of hard packed earth
Skeletal grins full of mirth
Each resting in their place
Yet avoiding the cimmerian space
That void between each casket
Insidious and silent not making a racket
Leering from the shadows gloom
The thing in the dying room
Ask not what it could be
For it's better that it should not be free
This thing with rotted eyes
An ebony intent fitting of...
#dark
#evil
#rhyming
#graveyard
#horror
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Sublime Slumber
A man sleeps in a mausoleum, where the dead reside
Where bones of ancestors lay, in silent pride
He seeks a place of rest, and peace from the world
A refuge from the noise, where his mind can unfurl
The corpses and tombs, they converse with the night
Whispers of reverence, in the flickering light
For in this crypt of comfort, he finds solace and ease
A reprieve from the chaos, that's never to cease
The silence is his sanctuary, as he lays among the dead
Where the weight of life's troubles, are finally shed
The ancestors...
Where bones of ancestors lay, in silent pride
He seeks a place of rest, and peace from the world
A refuge from the noise, where his mind can unfurl
The corpses and tombs, they converse with the night
Whispers of reverence, in the flickering light
For in this crypt of comfort, he finds solace and ease
A reprieve from the chaos, that's never to cease
The silence is his sanctuary, as he lays among the dead
Where the weight of life's troubles, are finally shed
The ancestors...
#dark
#death
#sleep #graveyard
#sleep #graveyard
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None of this is fair
Unlike the meticulous planning of a wedding, an obituary serves as the invitations and a few phone calls procures essentials for an interment
Within days the accommodations are booked, the staff ready, the guest of honor prepared, and the room decorated
Memorial cards printed, limos waxed, and even the reception room is filled with fare for those invited to feast
The sounds are discrete at a funeral ceremony, a library silence, an inherent rule of respect I suppose
Friends, families and acquaintances hurt along side you. “I’m sorry for your...
Within days the accommodations are booked, the staff ready, the guest of honor prepared, and the room decorated
Memorial cards printed, limos waxed, and even the reception room is filled with fare for those invited to feast
The sounds are discrete at a funeral ceremony, a library silence, an inherent rule of respect I suppose
Friends, families and acquaintances hurt along side you. “I’m sorry for your...
#love
#hope
#death #graveyard
#death #graveyard
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The Rattling Cortege
She had watched, and often,
death's rattling cortege,
visioned her own going, softer,
in a more romantic age,
and, as a stranger in the chapel,
her neighbors remarked,
" How strange, & what a marvel,
her face, unblemished, unmarked "
As the smoke from the long black chimney
(as they sang of remembrance and love)
rose, fusing her fuming body,
with the clouds, above.
death's rattling cortege,
visioned her own going, softer,
in a more romantic age,
and, as a stranger in the chapel,
her neighbors remarked,
" How strange, & what a marvel,
her face, unblemished, unmarked "
As the smoke from the long black chimney
(as they sang of remembrance and love)
rose, fusing her fuming body,
with the clouds, above.
#death
#graveyard
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The Bloody Hit…
Hell.. I do not know what me and my Gee was getting into
All I know we were supposed to have met the Crips and their crew
The exchange of the payoff dope was near a cemetery
I’m from the hood and we make a drive pickup in the night, strapped up, and in solidarity
Out the Hummer me and my boys
Pulling back the hammer on our weapons of some high-powerful toys
The scene looked like a set up from the start
Fog swirling around my Vera Wang stilettos, we knee deep in the dush of dark
I told my crew anything moves strange shoot the...
All I know we were supposed to have met the Crips and their crew
The exchange of the payoff dope was near a cemetery
I’m from the hood and we make a drive pickup in the night, strapped up, and in solidarity
Out the Hummer me and my boys
Pulling back the hammer on our weapons of some high-powerful toys
The scene looked like a set up from the start
Fog swirling around my Vera Wang stilettos, we knee deep in the dush of dark
I told my crew anything moves strange shoot the...
#dark
#night
#ghosts
#graveyard
#zombies
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DU Poetry : Poems About Graveyard Seeking Friendly Advice