Poems About Graveyard Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about graveyard seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
19th Oct 2024 3:07am
19th Oct 2024 3:07am
Result Of Watching Too Many Vampire Movies
Remington
felt something snake like on
her bare skin which made her open both
eyes and find herself naked in a coffin with
a bat creature about to suck her
blood until she woke up
screaming loud.
felt something snake like on
her bare skin which made her open both
eyes and find herself naked in a coffin with
a bat creature about to suck her
blood until she woke up
screaming loud.
#fiction
#graveyard
#nightmares
#sex
#vampires
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 10:10am
11th Oct 2024 10:10am
Casket Borne Fruits
At dusk the winds grow heavy, still
And silence falls upon the hill
Where graves are deep and shadows long
The earth hums low, a mournful song
Beneath the soil, in death’s dark keep
The casket-borne doth restless sleep
Yet if thou stir that hallowed ground
Beware the fruit that may be found
For whispered tales, both old and grim
Speak of the dusk, the fading dim
When fruits of death doth rise and fall
And answer not to mortal call
They glitter soft, a pale allure
Yet hide a fate none can endure
Their touch...
And silence falls upon the hill
Where graves are deep and shadows long
The earth hums low, a mournful song
Beneath the soil, in death’s dark keep
The casket-borne doth restless sleep
Yet if thou stir that hallowed ground
Beware the fruit that may be found
For whispered tales, both old and grim
Speak of the dusk, the fading dim
When fruits of death doth rise and fall
And answer not to mortal call
They glitter soft, a pale allure
Yet hide a fate none can endure
Their touch...
#dark
#death
#despair #graveyard
#despair #graveyard
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oldmanG
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 7:11pm
10th Oct 2024 7:11pm
Granite in the Distance
Granite in the distance
Far away pick up a pebble
But it’s not one to skip across
The still water in the night
For it raises a black hood
Kneel before satan and God
And plead to purgatory
My head says heaven
My soul says hell
Only hope my heart can pull apart
And split the divide
As I make sure they’re ok
Wrestle with demons in my head
As they pin me down
I flip around stand tall
Pick up the Cross of my savior
Down below I see fires burning
Dancing above as a flame licks my feet
An...
Far away pick up a pebble
But it’s not one to skip across
The still water in the night
For it raises a black hood
Kneel before satan and God
And plead to purgatory
My head says heaven
My soul says hell
Only hope my heart can pull apart
And split the divide
As I make sure they’re ok
Wrestle with demons in my head
As they pin me down
I flip around stand tall
Pick up the Cross of my savior
Down below I see fires burning
Dancing above as a flame licks my feet
An...
#death
#graveyard
#redemption
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PAR
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 1:41pm
10th Oct 2024 1:41pm
sixteenth arcane
In the field of black sunflowers
the night hides.
There's a party around the bonfire
where the mystery reveals itself.
Headless rabbits dance, shadows move.
The half-breed incarnation of maleficence, with shining eyes,
walks through the flames.
Around the bonfire the night unfolds
a theater of shadows.
A newborn being drinks the tears of the red moonlight.
the night hides.
There's a party around the bonfire
where the mystery reveals itself.
Headless rabbits dance, shadows move.
The half-breed incarnation of maleficence, with shining eyes,
walks through the flames.
Around the bonfire the night unfolds
a theater of shadows.
A newborn being drinks the tears of the red moonlight.
#dark
#death
#ghosts
#graveyard
#moon
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 3:50am
4th Oct 2024 3:50am
A Message In Silence
In silence deep, where shadowed whispers fall
A ghostly form stands mute beneath the trees
No voice it lends, no sound escapes at all
But speaks in darkness, carried on the breeze
The grave, so cold, where once bright love did burn
Now holds no warmth, no light for heart or eye
Yet in the quiet, spirits still return
With speech unseen, their message from the sky
In hollow winds, the words are softly stilled
Their meaning bound to shadow and to night
No mortal ear may hear the air be filled
With silence that doth quench the...
A ghostly form stands mute beneath the trees
No voice it lends, no sound escapes at all
But speaks in darkness, carried on the breeze
The grave, so cold, where once bright love did burn
Now holds no warmth, no light for heart or eye
Yet in the quiet, spirits still return
With speech unseen, their message from the sky
In hollow winds, the words are softly stilled
Their meaning bound to shadow and to night
No mortal ear may hear the air be filled
With silence that doth quench the...
#death
#ghosts
#graveyard
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Sep 2024 8:36pm
29th Sep 2024 8:36pm
RIP
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
97 reads
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
26th Sep 2024 9:17pm
26th Sep 2024 9:17pm
Living Coffin Row
Beneath the crypt where shadows crawl
In death’s own chamber, darkened hall
They sit entombed, their flesh decayed
In coffins wrought by night’s cascade
Their eyes, unblinking, glass and cold
In silence, ancient stories told
Once men, but now, a cursed brood
Their veins entwined in shapes crude
Roots that writhe from flesh to bone
Deep beneath the crypt’s cold stone
And feed upon a blackened well
A nourishment distilled in Hell
No breath to stir, no pulse to beat
Yet life persists in death’s defeat
They...
In death’s own chamber, darkened hall
They sit entombed, their flesh decayed
In coffins wrought by night’s cascade
Their eyes, unblinking, glass and cold
In silence, ancient stories told
Once men, but now, a cursed brood
Their veins entwined in shapes crude
Roots that writhe from flesh to bone
Deep beneath the crypt’s cold stone
And feed upon a blackened well
A nourishment distilled in Hell
No breath to stir, no pulse to beat
Yet life persists in death’s defeat
They...
#dark
#death
#graveyard #shadows
#graveyard #shadows
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
26th Sep 2024 10:11am
26th Sep 2024 10:11am
A Wrongness
It should not be—it cannot be
This wretched spawn of blasphemy
No beast, no man, nor thing of earth
Could claim such twisted, cursed birth
Its very breath defies the law
Of life, of flesh, of nature’s draw
A stench of sin, of broken time
Its skin, decayed with grime
A mockery of form it wears
body bent through hellish snare
Eyes where no light could dwell
Are windows to a deeper Hell
No living hand could shape this form
Nor dying breath could make it warm
Stands when it should crawl or writhe
A thing...
This wretched spawn of blasphemy
No beast, no man, nor thing of earth
Could claim such twisted, cursed birth
Its very breath defies the law
Of life, of flesh, of nature’s draw
A stench of sin, of broken time
Its skin, decayed with grime
A mockery of form it wears
body bent through hellish snare
Eyes where no light could dwell
Are windows to a deeper Hell
No living hand could shape this form
Nor dying breath could make it warm
Stands when it should crawl or writhe
A thing...
#dark
#death
#graveyard #rhyming
#graveyard #rhyming
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Sep 2024 8:36pm
21st Sep 2024 8:36pm
Lurking in your town
Isolated house far from reach
Prophecy, torture and death unleashed
Life behind these walls
Deranged voices call
Blood is all you crave
Mentally deranged & insane
Bodies hang from meat-hooks
Human flesh peeled and cooked
House by the cemetery
Basement is a mortuary
Walk among the tombstones
Rotting flesh, decaying bones
Some buried alive
No one hears their cries
Maggots pour in eating your flesh
A slow agonizing death
Insane family pray for their souls
Funeral’s over, the casket’s closed
Another...
Prophecy, torture and death unleashed
Life behind these walls
Deranged voices call
Blood is all you crave
Mentally deranged & insane
Bodies hang from meat-hooks
Human flesh peeled and cooked
House by the cemetery
Basement is a mortuary
Walk among the tombstones
Rotting flesh, decaying bones
Some buried alive
No one hears their cries
Maggots pour in eating your flesh
A slow agonizing death
Insane family pray for their souls
Funeral’s over, the casket’s closed
Another...
#death
#graveyard
#murder #rhyming
#murder #rhyming
71 reads
4 Comments
Mr_Rose
Poem Published
27th Aug 2024 1:36am
27th Aug 2024 1:36am
Swollen Eyelids
Let me give a glimpse
Of my mind
Satan in my casket
She wears a red dress
With a smile that blinds
The logic inside
I confide
A summer night
I was high
Should have said it then
But if I reminisce
It'll change to blood
This burns my sternum
Cupid's eyes glisten
I confide
I shot him
I stabbed him twice
He was already dead
Decayed by my touch
I admit
I need to give it a rest
Too young to love
Younger to trust
The hills have eyes ...
Of my mind
Satan in my casket
She wears a red dress
With a smile that blinds
The logic inside
I confide
A summer night
I was high
Should have said it then
But if I reminisce
It'll change to blood
This burns my sternum
Cupid's eyes glisten
I confide
I shot him
I stabbed him twice
He was already dead
Decayed by my touch
I admit
I need to give it a rest
Too young to love
Younger to trust
The hills have eyes ...
#conflict
#death
#graveyard
#grief
#love
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James_A_Knight
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2024 00:07am
23rd Aug 2024 00:07am
The Black Leaves
Softly as the wind through beech
Bare feet tread upon the grass
The black leaves are out of reach
The ghosts of evening rustle past
An ice-cream jingle hits the graves
Unwanted as a winter's kiss
It drives on and far away
Leaving the nocturnal bliss
It kills me now that we're apart
Our love flew high and out of reach
Everybody dies of a broken heart
Softly as the wind through beech
Bare feet tread upon the grass
The black leaves are out of reach
The ghosts of evening rustle past
An ice-cream jingle hits the graves
Unwanted as a winter's kiss
It drives on and far away
Leaving the nocturnal bliss
It kills me now that we're apart
Our love flew high and out of reach
Everybody dies of a broken heart
Softly as the wind through beech
#dark
#death
#graveyard
#grief
#love
176 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2024 8:00pm
22nd Aug 2024 8:00pm
Graveyard Slut
She creeps around the crypt
eyes any man that enters
lures them in, begins to strip
angelic beauty
demonic cutie
succumb to her craving
salacious, not behaving
mausoleum is unlocked
clothes removed, but their socks
loves the power she pulls from beyond
like a magician, waving her wand
men are fooled, time and time again
I don't need possession, as I enter her den
Scorching beauty, I want to fuck
She turns away, no such luck
She wants men who can plant a seed
How did she...
eyes any man that enters
lures them in, begins to strip
angelic beauty
demonic cutie
succumb to her craving
salacious, not behaving
mausoleum is unlocked
clothes removed, but their socks
loves the power she pulls from beyond
like a magician, waving her wand
men are fooled, time and time again
I don't need possession, as I enter her den
Scorching beauty, I want to fuck
She turns away, no such luck
She wants men who can plant a seed
How did she...
#dark
#graveyard
#rhyming
#seductive
#women
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