Long Poems About Graveyard
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Long poems about graveyard. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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 ...
#death
#graveyard
#memorial #love
#memorial #love
400 reads
13 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
296 reads
6 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
185 reads
5 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
20th Jan 2023 6:32am
20th Jan 2023 6:32am
first wrongs—last rites
i don’t want to talk about
sickness and death
and funerals and things
for last rites
are the first wrongs
of those who belong
to adam’s throng.
in eden came first wrongs
and today we perpetuate
last rites
but what of the in-between
for from the first wrongs
to the last rites
...
sickness and death
and funerals and things
for last rites
are the first wrongs
of those who belong
to adam’s throng.
in eden came first wrongs
and today we perpetuate
last rites
but what of the in-between
for from the first wrongs
to the last rites
...
#death
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle #graveyard
#LifeCycle #graveyard
259 reads
1 Comment
NightGoddess
Poem Published
16th Jan 2023 9:20pm
16th Jan 2023 9:20pm
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
363 reads
24 Comments
The_Nun_Runner
Poem Published
30th Oct 2022 10:55pm
30th Oct 2022 10:55pm
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
460 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
6th Aug 2022 7:49am
6th Aug 2022 7:49am
Midnight Moonlight Cemetery Tour
The bus stopped in front of the cemetery gates
And us guests right away felt a chill in the air
As the tour guide all dressed in black waited
With a lantern that barely gave a flickering flare
The tour guide wore a cloak covering her face
She gave creepy and weird vibes all around
But that’s the experience we had paid for
As we stepped into the dark cemetery grounds
The eight of us walked through the graveyard
Deeper into a dimness that had no depth
The midnight moonlight seemed so pale
As the air got colder I could see my...
And us guests right away felt a chill in the air
As the tour guide all dressed in black waited
With a lantern that barely gave a flickering flare
The tour guide wore a cloak covering her face
She gave creepy and weird vibes all around
But that’s the experience we had paid for
As we stepped into the dark cemetery grounds
The eight of us walked through the graveyard
Deeper into a dimness that had no depth
The midnight moonlight seemed so pale
As the air got colder I could see my...
#dark
#scary
#graveyard #witches
#graveyard #witches
261 reads
8 Comments
MartenHoyle
Poem Published
21st Jun 2022 4:25pm
21st Jun 2022 4:25pm
From Sun to Moon
From Sun to Moon”
Another day’s sun—a soul to rest,
With each tear, a newborn blessed
Fades from sun to moon, moon to sun
And I wonder—where is a star in everyone?
Where are these spirits wandering here
Without stars in a night of souls so clear?
We have seen the sun rise over the graves.
We have seen the lilies blush upon the waves—
But have we seen flowers? Truly? Have we?
Are there more to these blooms than what we see?
They lie o’er these spirits in their sleep without stars,
A sleep that resembles a slumber like ours...
Another day’s sun—a soul to rest,
With each tear, a newborn blessed
Fades from sun to moon, moon to sun
And I wonder—where is a star in everyone?
Where are these spirits wandering here
Without stars in a night of souls so clear?
We have seen the sun rise over the graves.
We have seen the lilies blush upon the waves—
But have we seen flowers? Truly? Have we?
Are there more to these blooms than what we see?
They lie o’er these spirits in their sleep without stars,
A sleep that resembles a slumber like ours...
#death
#graveyard
162 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
8th Mar 2021 1:07am
8th Mar 2021 1:07am
psalm 7
the Resurrection psalm
a psalm of Andrew
1 mark my grave, O Lord;
mark well this spot
in which i sleep;
2 it is a dreamless slumber
and my memories have gone
away from me.
3 the breath i borrowed
with the nostrils
of my dust
has gone back to You, O Lord,
Who made my body
and my breath
a living soul.
4 do not forget me
in this dark place, Most Holy One;
do not confine me
in...
a psalm of Andrew
1 mark my grave, O Lord;
mark well this spot
in which i sleep;
2 it is a dreamless slumber
and my memories have gone
away from me.
3 the breath i borrowed
with the nostrils
of my dust
has gone back to You, O Lord,
Who made my body
and my breath
a living soul.
4 do not forget me
in this dark place, Most Holy One;
do not confine me
in...
#grief
#hope
#death
#lyrics
#graveyard
370 reads
2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2020 6:32am
2nd Oct 2020 6:32am
An Insistent Denial of Truth (in all it's insistent interpretations)
Must remember're'call when the medicine
was swallowed
was ingested
was absorbed.
Where I'd lost our imprimatur, it's the first step toward the
freed'm of need, and
a ratified wanting, in
a spectacle of ranting.
Be'Damned if it hasn't begun storming, catacombs being the
only shelter from piercing
...
was swallowed
was ingested
was absorbed.
Where I'd lost our imprimatur, it's the first step toward the
freed'm of need, and
a ratified wanting, in
a spectacle of ranting.
Be'Damned if it hasn't begun storming, catacombs being the
only shelter from piercing
...
#death
#rain
#storm
#water
#graveyard
446 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Feb 2020 9:01pm
1st Feb 2020 9:01pm
Her Blanche Moment
Her Blanche Moment
She still remembers the night the moon rose over Esplanade Avenue with its light penetrating her soul deeper than the sun on a hot summer’s day.
“You know how to make a girl swoon. But what a spooky night this is. Look in the shadows, John. I see ghosts everywhere. Oh, my flirty man. Let’s go to Bourbon Street and listen to some jazz. I know you don’t want to hear me babble on all night.”
“I gave up the Bourbon Street scene long ago. Let’s go home and read together.”
As they pass down Esplanade she feels like an...
She still remembers the night the moon rose over Esplanade Avenue with its light penetrating her soul deeper than the sun on a hot summer’s day.
“You know how to make a girl swoon. But what a spooky night this is. Look in the shadows, John. I see ghosts everywhere. Oh, my flirty man. Let’s go to Bourbon Street and listen to some jazz. I know you don’t want to hear me babble on all night.”
“I gave up the Bourbon Street scene long ago. Let’s go home and read together.”
As they pass down Esplanade she feels like an...
#marriage
#sex
#erotic
#graveyard
#sensual
537 reads
8 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
6th Dec 2019 3:01pm
6th Dec 2019 3:01pm
Be'fix The Clocks (Fire Up No Rocks!)
pastrami in heaven, & a
heavenly poot-a-skoot
down the dreary bottom,
up to the heights of celestiality.....
mind you, if you mind the word,
ill fame will suppose you for the
rest of (remainder of)
yOur
multi-national life-times, all the while
ribbering gibberish worse than
than that Speaking-in-Tongues lingual shit
they try to pass=off as Jesus shit,
when all the time it was the true...
heavenly poot-a-skoot
down the dreary bottom,
up to the heights of celestiality.....
mind you, if you mind the word,
ill fame will suppose you for the
rest of (remainder of)
yOur
multi-national life-times, all the while
ribbering gibberish worse than
than that Speaking-in-Tongues lingual shit
they try to pass=off as Jesus shit,
when all the time it was the true...
#beach
#clouds
#holiday
#TimeHeals
#graveyard
693 reads
8 Comments
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