Poems About Graveyard Published by Members Recently Online
#graveyard
KristinaX
Poem Published
29th Dec 2022 00:00am
29th Dec 2022 00:00am
Awakening my dead soul... (with Reading)
Among the garden of graves.
Your blood feeds the need to live.
And the passion only grows.
Waking the dead with your call.
My screams swaying against you.
Petals grasping the fallen.
Not salvation, but you will come.
Each sin feeding my hell.
Made to lie in tainted fields.
Filth seeping from my mind
Into your darkened chambers.
Beating in me to the rhythm.
A Symphony of Sin so deep
This descending staircase leading,
Into mixed insanity for two.
Where innocence died long ago.
But this Garden...
Your blood feeds the need to live.
And the passion only grows.
Waking the dead with your call.
My screams swaying against you.
Petals grasping the fallen.
Not salvation, but you will come.
Each sin feeding my hell.
Made to lie in tainted fields.
Filth seeping from my mind
Into your darkened chambers.
Beating in me to the rhythm.
A Symphony of Sin so deep
This descending staircase leading,
Into mixed insanity for two.
Where innocence died long ago.
But this Garden...
#dark
#romantic
#erotic
#death
#graveyard
1145 reads
43 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
29th Dec 2022 00:00am
29th Dec 2022 00:00am
Awakening my dead soul... (with Reading)
Among the garden of graves.
Your blood feeds the need to live.
And the passion only grows.
Waking the dead with your call.
My screams swaying against you.
Petals grasping the fallen.
Not salvation, but you will come.
Each sin feeding my hell.
Made to lie in tainted fields.
Filth seeping from my mind
Into your darkened chambers.
Beating in me to the rhythm.
A Symphony of Sin so deep
This descending staircase leading,
Into mixed insanity for two.
Where innocence died long ago.
But this Garden...
Your blood feeds the need to live.
And the passion only grows.
Waking the dead with your call.
My screams swaying against you.
Petals grasping the fallen.
Not salvation, but you will come.
Each sin feeding my hell.
Made to lie in tainted fields.
Filth seeping from my mind
Into your darkened chambers.
Beating in me to the rhythm.
A Symphony of Sin so deep
This descending staircase leading,
Into mixed insanity for two.
Where innocence died long ago.
But this Garden...
#dark
#romantic
#erotic
#death
#graveyard
1145 reads
43 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
29th Dec 2022 00:00am
29th Dec 2022 00:00am
Awakening my dead soul... (with Reading)
Among the garden of graves.
Your blood feeds the need to live.
And the passion only grows.
Waking the dead with your call.
My screams swaying against you.
Petals grasping the fallen.
Not salvation, but you will come.
Each sin feeding my hell.
Made to lie in tainted fields.
Filth seeping from my mind
Into your darkened chambers.
Beating in me to the rhythm.
A Symphony of Sin so deep
This descending staircase leading,
Into mixed insanity for two.
Where innocence died long ago.
But this Garden...
Your blood feeds the need to live.
And the passion only grows.
Waking the dead with your call.
My screams swaying against you.
Petals grasping the fallen.
Not salvation, but you will come.
Each sin feeding my hell.
Made to lie in tainted fields.
Filth seeping from my mind
Into your darkened chambers.
Beating in me to the rhythm.
A Symphony of Sin so deep
This descending staircase leading,
Into mixed insanity for two.
Where innocence died long ago.
But this Garden...
#dark
#romantic
#erotic
#death
#graveyard
1145 reads
43 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
29th Dec 2022 00:00am
29th Dec 2022 00:00am
Awakening my dead soul... (with Reading)
Among the garden of graves.
Your blood feeds the need to live.
And the passion only grows.
Waking the dead with your call.
My screams swaying against you.
Petals grasping the fallen.
Not salvation, but you will come.
Each sin feeding my hell.
Made to lie in tainted fields.
Filth seeping from my mind
Into your darkened chambers.
Beating in me to the rhythm.
A Symphony of Sin so deep
This descending staircase leading,
Into mixed insanity for two.
Where innocence died long ago.
But this Garden...
Your blood feeds the need to live.
And the passion only grows.
Waking the dead with your call.
My screams swaying against you.
Petals grasping the fallen.
Not salvation, but you will come.
Each sin feeding my hell.
Made to lie in tainted fields.
Filth seeping from my mind
Into your darkened chambers.
Beating in me to the rhythm.
A Symphony of Sin so deep
This descending staircase leading,
Into mixed insanity for two.
Where innocence died long ago.
But this Garden...
#dark
#romantic
#erotic
#death
#graveyard
1145 reads
43 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
29th Dec 2022 00:00am
29th Dec 2022 00:00am
Awakening my dead soul... (with Reading)
Among the garden of graves.
Your blood feeds the need to live.
And the passion only grows.
Waking the dead with your call.
My screams swaying against you.
Petals grasping the fallen.
Not salvation, but you will come.
Each sin feeding my hell.
Made to lie in tainted fields.
Filth seeping from my mind
Into your darkened chambers.
Beating in me to the rhythm.
A Symphony of Sin so deep
This descending staircase leading,
Into mixed insanity for two.
Where innocence died long ago.
But this Garden...
Your blood feeds the need to live.
And the passion only grows.
Waking the dead with your call.
My screams swaying against you.
Petals grasping the fallen.
Not salvation, but you will come.
Each sin feeding my hell.
Made to lie in tainted fields.
Filth seeping from my mind
Into your darkened chambers.
Beating in me to the rhythm.
A Symphony of Sin so deep
This descending staircase leading,
Into mixed insanity for two.
Where innocence died long ago.
But this Garden...
#dark
#romantic
#erotic
#death
#graveyard
1145 reads
43 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
26th Jan 2024 1:19pm
26th Jan 2024 1:19pm
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
139 reads
6 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
26th Jan 2024 1:19pm
26th Jan 2024 1:19pm
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
139 reads
6 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
16th May 2023 10:42pm
16th May 2023 10:42pm
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
176 reads
3 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
16th May 2023 10:42pm
16th May 2023 10:42pm
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
176 reads
3 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
16th May 2023 10:42pm
16th May 2023 10:42pm
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
176 reads
3 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 00:34am
22nd Nov 2024 00:34am
Persephon(Eerie)
Today
your shell was planted
under topsoil
surrounded by florals
every color of spring
I thought of Persephone
descending
into a season of darkness
In that moment
I realized the metaphor
of your moniker—
the strangeness it projected
It is only in murkiness—
a lack of illumination
that seeds escape
the confines of their husks
stretching through the dark
toward a season of florescence
your shell was planted
under topsoil
surrounded by florals
every color of spring
I thought of Persephone
descending
into a season of darkness
In that moment
I realized the metaphor
of your moniker—
the strangeness it projected
It is only in murkiness—
a lack of illumination
that seeds escape
the confines of their husks
stretching through the dark
toward a season of florescence
#death
#graveyard
#metaphor #mythology
#metaphor #mythology
341 reads
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 00:34am
22nd Nov 2024 00:34am
Persephon(Eerie)
Today
your shell was planted
under topsoil
surrounded by florals
every color of spring
I thought of Persephone
descending
into a season of darkness
In that moment
I realized the metaphor
of your moniker—
the strangeness it projected
It is only in murkiness—
a lack of illumination
that seeds escape
the confines of their husks
stretching through the dark
toward a season of florescence
your shell was planted
under topsoil
surrounded by florals
every color of spring
I thought of Persephone
descending
into a season of darkness
In that moment
I realized the metaphor
of your moniker—
the strangeness it projected
It is only in murkiness—
a lack of illumination
that seeds escape
the confines of their husks
stretching through the dark
toward a season of florescence
#death
#graveyard
#metaphor #mythology
#metaphor #mythology
341 reads
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