Poems About Graveyard Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about graveyard seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:04pm
Yesterday 9:04pm
~a die-hard supernaturalistic love... this is
https://youtu.be/eDQPwBuJMrs
https://youtu.be/gL0z7S-PxVA?feature=shared
my sizzling young angelic beauty..
am just a flaming spirit orbiting you ..
vanished are those tears of love
..without you, am nothing…this now
(refrain)
my sizzling young angelic beauty..
am just a flaming spirit orbiting you ..
vanished are those tears of love
..without you, am nothing…this now
1.
poolside...
https://youtu.be/gL0z7S-PxVA?feature=shared
my sizzling young angelic beauty..
am just a flaming spirit orbiting you ..
vanished are those tears of love
..without you, am nothing…this now
(refrain)
my sizzling young angelic beauty..
am just a flaming spirit orbiting you ..
vanished are those tears of love
..without you, am nothing…this now
1.
poolside...
#graveyard
#inspirational
#love
#lyrics
#mystery
26 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:08am
Yesterday 1:08am
Cemetery Slut
#dark
#erotic
#graveyard
#seductive
#sex
72 reads
8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
27th Mar 2025 7:39pm
27th Mar 2025 7:39pm
Cemetery
Practically everyday I walk through my local cemetery
Peaceful, tranquil, relaxing and time stands still
I have respect when entering
I always remember not to point at a grave, it will make your finger rot
Also, do not count the cars in a funeral procession,
for the amount of cars you count, will be the day that you perish sometime during that year
As I heard these superstitions from my elders, I never dared to explore these wise tales
One day as I awoke from my restful sleep, I began shivering uncontrollably
I just could not shake this feeling ...
Peaceful, tranquil, relaxing and time stands still
I have respect when entering
I always remember not to point at a grave, it will make your finger rot
Also, do not count the cars in a funeral procession,
for the amount of cars you count, will be the day that you perish sometime during that year
As I heard these superstitions from my elders, I never dared to explore these wise tales
One day as I awoke from my restful sleep, I began shivering uncontrollably
I just could not shake this feeling ...
#curse
#death
#family
#graveyard
#philosophical
82 reads
10 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 4:42pm
18th Feb 2025 4:42pm
Saints Decay
In hallowed ground where whispers cease
Stands the saint, in rain’s soft grief
A figure draped in shadow's lease
Amidst the world’s withering leaf
With head bowed low, a crown of moss
His flesh a canvas pale and worn
Each droplet’s kiss, a silent gloss
Upon the scars of love—now torn
Around him lies the fading light
The flowers wilting, petals fall
Each heartbeat mourns the creeping night
As silence binds the earth in thrall
The heavens weep for days gone by
For souls entwined in sacred breath
Yet still...
Stands the saint, in rain’s soft grief
A figure draped in shadow's lease
Amidst the world’s withering leaf
With head bowed low, a crown of moss
His flesh a canvas pale and worn
Each droplet’s kiss, a silent gloss
Upon the scars of love—now torn
Around him lies the fading light
The flowers wilting, petals fall
Each heartbeat mourns the creeping night
As silence binds the earth in thrall
The heavens weep for days gone by
For souls entwined in sacred breath
Yet still...
#death
#graveyard
#rain
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 9:32am
7th Jan 2025 9:32am
That What Lurks Within
Beneath yon moonlit, hallowed ground
Doth creep a beast of dread untold
Its claws with cursed marrow crowned
Its gaze a pyre both fierce and cold
A shadowed wretch of sinewy rot
Its breath, a whisper fraught with pain
Lingers 'neath stagnant wisps and knots
A harbinger of doom's refrain
Yet lo! It dwelleth not alone
For deep within thy trembling chest
Its likeness molds thy heart to stone
And robs thy soul of tranquil rest
Thy own despair it calls its lair
Thy sins, the feast it doth devour
It weaves thy...
Doth creep a beast of dread untold
Its claws with cursed marrow crowned
Its gaze a pyre both fierce and cold
A shadowed wretch of sinewy rot
Its breath, a whisper fraught with pain
Lingers 'neath stagnant wisps and knots
A harbinger of doom's refrain
Yet lo! It dwelleth not alone
For deep within thy trembling chest
Its likeness molds thy heart to stone
And robs thy soul of tranquil rest
Thy own despair it calls its lair
Thy sins, the feast it doth devour
It weaves thy...
#dark
#gothic
#graveyard
#monsters
#shadows
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 8:58pm
6th Jan 2025 8:58pm
The Insidious Decay
Clambering through the frosted wood
I seek the warmth of hearth and home
Somewhere pure, somewhere good
With family and leather tomes
My feet falter at the village's edge
Yet the cold does not sting my skin
To them, I’d sworn a sacred pledge
I’d return, though laden with sin
Oh, how I long to see their face
Lifted from the frozen ground
I even brought fine sheets and lace
So happy now to be found
I knock upon their wooden door
It opens, and I sense their fear
Their trembling hands drop items to the floor ...
I seek the warmth of hearth and home
Somewhere pure, somewhere good
With family and leather tomes
My feet falter at the village's edge
Yet the cold does not sting my skin
To them, I’d sworn a sacred pledge
I’d return, though laden with sin
Oh, how I long to see their face
Lifted from the frozen ground
I even brought fine sheets and lace
So happy now to be found
I knock upon their wooden door
It opens, and I sense their fear
Their trembling hands drop items to the floor ...
#dark
#death
#fear
#graveyard
#separation
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 5:58am
6th Jan 2025 5:58am
Bo's Shadow
Bo was 6 yrs old when he made a full body
silhouette in class. He chose black paper and he carefully cut it out and brought it home proudly.
He called it his shadow.
He taped it to his wall near his bed and there it
stayed for 3 years. The longest our mom had ever stayed in any apartment. The building was owned by our extremely perverted aunt. She liked to touch him.
So did our Mom. The entire family was like that. He
secretly told me that he put his soul into his "shadow" to keep it safe from mom, our aunt - the entire family! ...
silhouette in class. He chose black paper and he carefully cut it out and brought it home proudly.
He called it his shadow.
He taped it to his wall near his bed and there it
stayed for 3 years. The longest our mom had ever stayed in any apartment. The building was owned by our extremely perverted aunt. She liked to touch him.
So did our Mom. The entire family was like that. He
secretly told me that he put his soul into his "shadow" to keep it safe from mom, our aunt - the entire family! ...
#abuse
#graveyard
#hate #PTSD
#hate #PTSD
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2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 11:55am
4th Jan 2025 11:55am
Mausoleum By Torchlight
How they were found by grey-streaked dawn
Lily-white necks bent, the shape of a swan
Pierced and drained of life's red humors
A cursed feast spawning foul rumors
Coffins filled, both large and small
Death’s shadow looms this late fall
Sent below to marble gates
Sealed by angels, resigned to fate
Beneath copper roofs, I sit and brood
Consumed by thoughts both dark and crude
To ponder death’s foul, silent breath
How swiftly they succumbed to death
Madness churns; I...
Lily-white necks bent, the shape of a swan
Pierced and drained of life's red humors
A cursed feast spawning foul rumors
Coffins filled, both large and small
Death’s shadow looms this late fall
Sent below to marble gates
Sealed by angels, resigned to fate
Beneath copper roofs, I sit and brood
Consumed by thoughts both dark and crude
To ponder death’s foul, silent breath
How swiftly they succumbed to death
Madness churns; I...
#dark
#death
#graveyard
#murder
#night
133 reads
3 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 7:27pm
3rd Jan 2025 7:27pm
Shadowed Arts
Beneath the pall of moonless ebon skies
Where tombs lie sundered by unholy will
A sorcery of black and fetid ties
Awakens whispers in the midnight chill
O necromancy, art of dread and gloom
Thy eldritch chords resound in cryptic halls
Thy power rends the sanctity of tomb
And calls the dead from Death’s eternal thralls
The charnel wind doth howl thy cursed name
Charcoaled woods where lifeless phantoms creep
Thy servants tread on bones now burnt by flame
While shadows writhe as if they wake from sleep
The rites thou...
Where tombs lie sundered by unholy will
A sorcery of black and fetid ties
Awakens whispers in the midnight chill
O necromancy, art of dread and gloom
Thy eldritch chords resound in cryptic halls
Thy power rends the sanctity of tomb
And calls the dead from Death’s eternal thralls
The charnel wind doth howl thy cursed name
Charcoaled woods where lifeless phantoms creep
Thy servants tread on bones now burnt by flame
While shadows writhe as if they wake from sleep
The rites thou...
#curse
#dark
#death
#graveyard
#magic
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 10:22am
20th Nov 2024 10:22am
In Shadow Adorned
Beneath the silk, so black, so fine
A hollow husk doth lay in rest
No pulse, no breath, no sacred sign
But rot within its lifeless breast
The fabric clings, a mourner's veil
It whispers grief in shadowed seam
Yet hides the truth, so stark, so frail
A corpse that mocks the mourner's dream
Its folds like night, they shroud the stain
Of flesh decayed, of hope long fled
And yet the lie, through silk, doth reign
To mask the ruin of the dead
O mournful weave, thy beauty feigned
Thou canst not halt what death hath...
A hollow husk doth lay in rest
No pulse, no breath, no sacred sign
But rot within its lifeless breast
The fabric clings, a mourner's veil
It whispers grief in shadowed seam
Yet hides the truth, so stark, so frail
A corpse that mocks the mourner's dream
Its folds like night, they shroud the stain
Of flesh decayed, of hope long fled
And yet the lie, through silk, doth reign
To mask the ruin of the dead
O mournful weave, thy beauty feigned
Thou canst not halt what death hath...
#dark
#death
#despair
#graveyard
#shadows
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 1:30pm
13th Nov 2024 1:30pm
A Field of Angels and Bone
Upon the moor where angels cry
Their shattered wings in shadow lie
The bones of saints, the dust of graves
Mark desolation none could save
Their shattered wings in shadow lie
No stars alight the endless dome
Mark desolation none could save
The prairie moans, a voiceless home
No stars alight the endless dome
The earth is bare, a barren sea
The prairie moans, a voiceless home
Where graves bear whispers none should see
The earth is bare, a barren sea
The wind it carries death’s refrain
Where graves bear...
Their shattered wings in shadow lie
The bones of saints, the dust of graves
Mark desolation none could save
Their shattered wings in shadow lie
No stars alight the endless dome
Mark desolation none could save
The prairie moans, a voiceless home
No stars alight the endless dome
The earth is bare, a barren sea
The prairie moans, a voiceless home
Where graves bear whispers none should see
The earth is bare, a barren sea
The wind it carries death’s refrain
Where graves bear...
#angels
#countryside
#dark
#graveyard
#shadows
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I_was_rare_once
RareFaction
RareFaction
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 6:03am
9th Nov 2024 6:03am
#61
Well I built my home on a resting ground.
I'd like to the souls there safe and sound.
Of the ones I've loved but they fell back down-
To the pits of hell with no light around.
And I dont want to keep on when all of my demons keep telling me the reasons that I call this home.
Stop saying it's a season.
Most people don't believe me when I say I've seen a ghost before.
Well I broke the spell and I doomed my kin.
Asking in this life what is worth it?
And in the end one thing hits this:
That they will grow up ignorant of innocence.
When I...
I'd like to the souls there safe and sound.
Of the ones I've loved but they fell back down-
To the pits of hell with no light around.
And I dont want to keep on when all of my demons keep telling me the reasons that I call this home.
Stop saying it's a season.
Most people don't believe me when I say I've seen a ghost before.
Well I broke the spell and I doomed my kin.
Asking in this life what is worth it?
And in the end one thing hits this:
That they will grow up ignorant of innocence.
When I...
#depression
#graveyard
#grief
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