Long Poems About Graveyard
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Long poems about graveyard. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
29th Nov 2018 6:41pm
29th Nov 2018 6:41pm
Savannah's Headstone
Sheila is and always was a schizophrenic. This misery has haunted her since the dolls in school shifted their eyes to her – whispering… she still hears them. Shrieking glasses in the cabinet… no they were only fracturing, shattering when she slammed her own head through the cabinet door. Oddities plagued her mind more so than the fresh taste of reality.
“Sorry” she’d say to herself aloud for believing nonsensical delusions, for even believing flowers come into blossom because they have eyes, parting their petals to see the sun. She still swears those dolls looked at her.
...
“Sorry” she’d say to herself aloud for believing nonsensical delusions, for even believing flowers come into blossom because they have eyes, parting their petals to see the sun. She still swears those dolls looked at her.
...
#love
#heartbroken
#friendship
#death
#graveyard
618 reads
1 Comment
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
20th Nov 2018 2:03am
20th Nov 2018 2:03am
Cemetary Walk In November
This is what it is to be complete,
it is horrible.’
-Sylvia Plath
Kicking through leaves
the whitened stones unannounce themselves
to rushing air, quiet, unreckoned,
pandering to a deceased moment
which endlessly repeats its
howling, repentant song.
I am never coming back, it says,
who would, not here, not ever.
Underfoot I notice trampled clothes
and a belt, an opened packet of something,
a whiskey bottle freezes gradually to
the patchy ground.
How unholy, lifes...
it is horrible.’
-Sylvia Plath
Kicking through leaves
the whitened stones unannounce themselves
to rushing air, quiet, unreckoned,
pandering to a deceased moment
which endlessly repeats its
howling, repentant song.
I am never coming back, it says,
who would, not here, not ever.
Underfoot I notice trampled clothes
and a belt, an opened packet of something,
a whiskey bottle freezes gradually to
the patchy ground.
How unholy, lifes...
#fall
#memorial
#graveyard #SylviaPlath
#graveyard #SylviaPlath
843 reads
11 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
9th Jun 2018 11:06am
9th Jun 2018 11:06am
Skeleton Coast
Skeleton Coast
Tan dunes loom over the beach as waves rhythmically roll crashing in succession leaving a bubbly froth which recedes back into the blue sea.
Hermit crabs scuttle across the sand seeking refuge in the cool ocean waters. The sun burns hot in the sky as the wind whips the sand from the Namib Desert across the beach.
The old woman keeps watch from behind the dunes. A figure starts to emerge before her terrified eyes. A lion prowls the desolate coast for food. The old woman is well versed in the art of animal talk having grown up quite fey....
Tan dunes loom over the beach as waves rhythmically roll crashing in succession leaving a bubbly froth which recedes back into the blue sea.
Hermit crabs scuttle across the sand seeking refuge in the cool ocean waters. The sun burns hot in the sky as the wind whips the sand from the Namib Desert across the beach.
The old woman keeps watch from behind the dunes. A figure starts to emerge before her terrified eyes. A lion prowls the desolate coast for food. The old woman is well versed in the art of animal talk having grown up quite fey....
#Africa
#lion
#graveyard
600 reads
3 Comments
george4man2box
Poem Published
15th May 2018 3:13am
15th May 2018 3:13am
natural soporific narcotic
recurrent suicidal thoughts vain
gloriously wend
(o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd)
yanking zeal
becalming this crash test dummy rolling
stone temple pilot inxs
of maroon 5 plus decades long
perdition hellaciously slogging
slow as adam and the ants, thru fifty shades of gray's
anatomy common weal
masterly baiting this motley crue (cutting),
beatle browed, beastie boy,
outre gee (bee) us, grateful dead,
mailer daemons inhabit
cavernous fist size vastness steel
...
gloriously wend
(o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd)
yanking zeal
becalming this crash test dummy rolling
stone temple pilot inxs
of maroon 5 plus decades long
perdition hellaciously slogging
slow as adam and the ants, thru fifty shades of gray's
anatomy common weal
masterly baiting this motley crue (cutting),
beatle browed, beastie boy,
outre gee (bee) us, grateful dead,
mailer daemons inhabit
cavernous fist size vastness steel
...
#anxiety
#SelfHarm
#scary
#graveyard
#despair
470 reads
2 Comments
Xaphan
Poem Published
15th Dec 2017 3:16pm
15th Dec 2017 3:16pm
Various Degrees of Insanity
Hush now, hush now, for The World's still spinning
But our end is nigh, without hope of a new beginning
For we are the sheep; we are to be the slaughtered lambs
Our demise prescribed in barbaric ethnic cleansing plans
Terra firma's to sea, but heaven is purely vapour and gas
As ghost memories and fables (fallacious) all gather en masse
We're deluded, we're mad, we've been covering the facts of our inanity
And now it's the deranged leading the blind in various degrees of insanity
So I spoke to God and read the words ascribed to Jesus... and...
But our end is nigh, without hope of a new beginning
For we are the sheep; we are to be the slaughtered lambs
Our demise prescribed in barbaric ethnic cleansing plans
Terra firma's to sea, but heaven is purely vapour and gas
As ghost memories and fables (fallacious) all gather en masse
We're deluded, we're mad, we've been covering the facts of our inanity
And now it's the deranged leading the blind in various degrees of insanity
So I spoke to God and read the words ascribed to Jesus... and...
#grief
#dark
#death
#memorial
#graveyard
1343 reads
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
28th Apr 2017 6:31pm
28th Apr 2017 6:31pm
I Am Not Dust
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary
The trees of the mind are black.
The light is blue.' - Sylvia Plath
(1)
Under the dew
There is a place ---
Cold, dark and wild,
Embued with peace.
The moon is aware of it
In its pale knowing;
It is blue-black, A-ghast.
I came from the dirt to
Return to wintering
Here, where I no longer
Drip red ---
Blunt razor in hand like
The space in between
My thoughts ---
I need no pardon here
From...
The trees of the mind are black.
The light is blue.' - Sylvia Plath
(1)
Under the dew
There is a place ---
Cold, dark and wild,
Embued with peace.
The moon is aware of it
In its pale knowing;
It is blue-black, A-ghast.
I came from the dirt to
Return to wintering
Here, where I no longer
Drip red ---
Blunt razor in hand like
The space in between
My thoughts ---
I need no pardon here
From...
#SylviaPlath
#graveyard
977 reads
6 Comments
Cannaballester
Poem Published
29th Oct 2015 5:51pm
29th Oct 2015 5:51pm
The Legend Of The Phantom Graveyard,,,
Happy Halloween To Everyone !!!(enjoy)
There Is A Legend,,,
From The Dawn Of Time,,,
About A Phantom Graveyard,,,
Appearing In The Mist,,,Of Early Morn,,,
Sometime After Midnight,,,
Until The Light Of Dawn,,,
This Phantom Graveyard Appears,,,
And Lays To Waste,,,
All Of Those,,, Who Venture Near,,,
And In The Light Of Dawn,,,
The Phantom Graveyard,,,
Simply Disappears,,,
Along With All Of Its Victims,,,
Whom,,,Have Entered Here,,,
Deep Inside This Graveyard,,,
Upon A Wooden...
There Is A Legend,,,
From The Dawn Of Time,,,
About A Phantom Graveyard,,,
Appearing In The Mist,,,Of Early Morn,,,
Sometime After Midnight,,,
Until The Light Of Dawn,,,
This Phantom Graveyard Appears,,,
And Lays To Waste,,,
All Of Those,,, Who Venture Near,,,
And In The Light Of Dawn,,,
The Phantom Graveyard,,,
Simply Disappears,,,
Along With All Of Its Victims,,,
Whom,,,Have Entered Here,,,
Deep Inside This Graveyard,,,
Upon A Wooden...
#Halloween
#graveyard
#PopCulture
674 reads
1 Comment
HadesRising
Poem Published
13th Mar 2015 5:03am
13th Mar 2015 5:03am
Madame Graveyard
Madame, Mistress Graveyard
Where the dead things slumber
Give me life again
Once still in the coldest nights
Labors again once more
At the scent of sweet perfume
Sets my bones to creaking
I begin to stir in gore
So, I rise with the stench of rot
Ragged flesh hangs from these bones
Putrid with the worms and maggots
Swaying to the vulture's song
The devouring maw
Consuming all
Gray matter drips like dew
As I fester just for you
We kiss at the precipice
Here at the end of the world
In...
Where the dead things slumber
Give me life again
Once still in the coldest nights
Labors again once more
At the scent of sweet perfume
Sets my bones to creaking
I begin to stir in gore
So, I rise with the stench of rot
Ragged flesh hangs from these bones
Putrid with the worms and maggots
Swaying to the vulture's song
The devouring maw
Consuming all
Gray matter drips like dew
As I fester just for you
We kiss at the precipice
Here at the end of the world
In...
#dark
#scary
#graveyard
998 reads
2 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
8th Dec 2013 10:38pm
8th Dec 2013 10:38pm
Friendly Foes
Just Sitting here reminiscing
In the wind I'm pissing
May God damn this doped up rod damned disposition
I see Cloudy skies through blood shot eyes
I hear heavy sighs with cold black lies
Vamoose Like magic it will disappear quick
Time is trick zoom zoom
The clock went tock before I even heard it tick
Same sh*t new day
You know what's up
Hard dics and airplanes
Perky tits and rocket ships
The price of rice in china
In the land of the heartless ...
In the wind I'm pissing
May God damn this doped up rod damned disposition
I see Cloudy skies through blood shot eyes
I hear heavy sighs with cold black lies
Vamoose Like magic it will disappear quick
Time is trick zoom zoom
The clock went tock before I even heard it tick
Same sh*t new day
You know what's up
Hard dics and airplanes
Perky tits and rocket ships
The price of rice in china
In the land of the heartless ...
#depression
#dark
#addiction
#graveyard
#emptiness
1031 reads
2 Comments
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