Poems About Graveyard Published by Members Recently Online
#graveyard
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 2:33am
18th Sep 2019 2:33am
Into The Cold
I crawl into your decrepit heart,
coldest Earth,
to be refined by your chill.
My fatal reflections emerge among
your still, anaerobic lifeforms
as I become like them
one cell death at a time.
No longer moving or breathing,
I forget motion and growth;
my expressions become my decay,
though it is slow, my decomposition
moves through stages as I descend
your one-way staircase alone.
Lost of breath, I no longer respire;
My bodily functions remain in stasis.
Only your depths shield my...
coldest Earth,
to be refined by your chill.
My fatal reflections emerge among
your still, anaerobic lifeforms
as I become like them
one cell death at a time.
No longer moving or breathing,
I forget motion and growth;
my expressions become my decay,
though it is slow, my decomposition
moves through stages as I descend
your one-way staircase alone.
Lost of breath, I no longer respire;
My bodily functions remain in stasis.
Only your depths shield my...
#dark
#death
#graveyard
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5 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 2:33am
18th Sep 2019 2:33am
Into The Cold
I crawl into your decrepit heart,
coldest Earth,
to be refined by your chill.
My fatal reflections emerge among
your still, anaerobic lifeforms
as I become like them
one cell death at a time.
No longer moving or breathing,
I forget motion and growth;
my expressions become my decay,
though it is slow, my decomposition
moves through stages as I descend
your one-way staircase alone.
Lost of breath, I no longer respire;
My bodily functions remain in stasis.
Only your depths shield my...
coldest Earth,
to be refined by your chill.
My fatal reflections emerge among
your still, anaerobic lifeforms
as I become like them
one cell death at a time.
No longer moving or breathing,
I forget motion and growth;
my expressions become my decay,
though it is slow, my decomposition
moves through stages as I descend
your one-way staircase alone.
Lost of breath, I no longer respire;
My bodily functions remain in stasis.
Only your depths shield my...
#dark
#death
#graveyard
638 reads
5 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 2:33am
18th Sep 2019 2:33am
Into The Cold
I crawl into your decrepit heart,
coldest Earth,
to be refined by your chill.
My fatal reflections emerge among
your still, anaerobic lifeforms
as I become like them
one cell death at a time.
No longer moving or breathing,
I forget motion and growth;
my expressions become my decay,
though it is slow, my decomposition
moves through stages as I descend
your one-way staircase alone.
Lost of breath, I no longer respire;
My bodily functions remain in stasis.
Only your depths shield my...
coldest Earth,
to be refined by your chill.
My fatal reflections emerge among
your still, anaerobic lifeforms
as I become like them
one cell death at a time.
No longer moving or breathing,
I forget motion and growth;
my expressions become my decay,
though it is slow, my decomposition
moves through stages as I descend
your one-way staircase alone.
Lost of breath, I no longer respire;
My bodily functions remain in stasis.
Only your depths shield my...
#dark
#death
#graveyard
638 reads
5 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
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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
201 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
201 reads
3 Comments
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
112 reads
2 Comments
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
112 reads
2 Comments
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
112 reads
2 Comments
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
112 reads
2 Comments
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
112 reads
2 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
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DU Poetry : Poems About Graveyard Published by Members Recently Online
