Poems About Graveyard Published by Members Recently Online
#graveyard
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Mar 2024 10:02pm
13th Mar 2024 10:02pm
Mourning Haiku from the Cafe
Mourning Haiku from the Cafe
mud on his grave
grows buttercups
for her spring blues
deep dirt
buries his casket
her heart wails
dust in her eyes
from his windblown grave
her tombstone blues
her tresses fly free
from the Mississippi delta blues
no more tears
she wipes dust
from his name etched in marble
tomb of no regrets
sentimental blues
sing in her mourning heart
her teary smile
mud on his grave
grows buttercups
for her spring blues
deep dirt
buries his casket
her heart wails
dust in her eyes
from his windblown grave
her tombstone blues
her tresses fly free
from the Mississippi delta blues
no more tears
she wipes dust
from his name etched in marble
tomb of no regrets
sentimental blues
sing in her mourning heart
her teary smile
#love
#grief
#haiku
#memorial
#graveyard
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2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Mar 2024 10:02pm
13th Mar 2024 10:02pm
Mourning Haiku from the Cafe
Mourning Haiku from the Cafe
mud on his grave
grows buttercups
for her spring blues
deep dirt
buries his casket
her heart wails
dust in her eyes
from his windblown grave
her tombstone blues
her tresses fly free
from the Mississippi delta blues
no more tears
she wipes dust
from his name etched in marble
tomb of no regrets
sentimental blues
sing in her mourning heart
her teary smile
mud on his grave
grows buttercups
for her spring blues
deep dirt
buries his casket
her heart wails
dust in her eyes
from his windblown grave
her tombstone blues
her tresses fly free
from the Mississippi delta blues
no more tears
she wipes dust
from his name etched in marble
tomb of no regrets
sentimental blues
sing in her mourning heart
her teary smile
#love
#grief
#haiku
#memorial
#graveyard
180 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Mar 2024 10:02pm
13th Mar 2024 10:02pm
Mourning Haiku from the Cafe
Mourning Haiku from the Cafe
mud on his grave
grows buttercups
for her spring blues
deep dirt
buries his casket
her heart wails
dust in her eyes
from his windblown grave
her tombstone blues
her tresses fly free
from the Mississippi delta blues
no more tears
she wipes dust
from his name etched in marble
tomb of no regrets
sentimental blues
sing in her mourning heart
her teary smile
mud on his grave
grows buttercups
for her spring blues
deep dirt
buries his casket
her heart wails
dust in her eyes
from his windblown grave
her tombstone blues
her tresses fly free
from the Mississippi delta blues
no more tears
she wipes dust
from his name etched in marble
tomb of no regrets
sentimental blues
sing in her mourning heart
her teary smile
#love
#grief
#haiku
#memorial
#graveyard
180 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Mar 2024 10:02pm
13th Mar 2024 10:02pm
Mourning Haiku from the Cafe
Mourning Haiku from the Cafe
mud on his grave
grows buttercups
for her spring blues
deep dirt
buries his casket
her heart wails
dust in her eyes
from his windblown grave
her tombstone blues
her tresses fly free
from the Mississippi delta blues
no more tears
she wipes dust
from his name etched in marble
tomb of no regrets
sentimental blues
sing in her mourning heart
her teary smile
mud on his grave
grows buttercups
for her spring blues
deep dirt
buries his casket
her heart wails
dust in her eyes
from his windblown grave
her tombstone blues
her tresses fly free
from the Mississippi delta blues
no more tears
she wipes dust
from his name etched in marble
tomb of no regrets
sentimental blues
sing in her mourning heart
her teary smile
#love
#grief
#haiku
#memorial
#graveyard
180 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Mar 2024 10:02pm
13th Mar 2024 10:02pm
Mourning Haiku from the Cafe
Mourning Haiku from the Cafe
mud on his grave
grows buttercups
for her spring blues
deep dirt
buries his casket
her heart wails
dust in her eyes
from his windblown grave
her tombstone blues
her tresses fly free
from the Mississippi delta blues
no more tears
she wipes dust
from his name etched in marble
tomb of no regrets
sentimental blues
sing in her mourning heart
her teary smile
mud on his grave
grows buttercups
for her spring blues
deep dirt
buries his casket
her heart wails
dust in her eyes
from his windblown grave
her tombstone blues
her tresses fly free
from the Mississippi delta blues
no more tears
she wipes dust
from his name etched in marble
tomb of no regrets
sentimental blues
sing in her mourning heart
her teary smile
#love
#grief
#haiku
#memorial
#graveyard
180 reads
2 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
15th Feb 2019 10:03pm
15th Feb 2019 10:03pm
In loving memory of my mother days passed
In loving memory of my mother days passed
I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily
Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday -
You meet me and you say:
'Don't forget to see about the cattle - '
Among your earthiest words the angels stray.
And I think of you walking along a headland
Of green oats in June,
So full of repose, so rich with life -
And I see us meeting at the end of a town
On a fair...
I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily
Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday -
You meet me and you say:
'Don't forget to see about the cattle - '
Among your earthiest words the angels stray.
And I think of you walking along a headland
Of green oats in June,
So full of repose, so rich with life -
And I see us meeting at the end of a town
On a fair...
#death
#graveyard
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5 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
15th Feb 2019 10:03pm
15th Feb 2019 10:03pm
In loving memory of my mother days passed
In loving memory of my mother days passed
I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily
Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday -
You meet me and you say:
'Don't forget to see about the cattle - '
Among your earthiest words the angels stray.
And I think of you walking along a headland
Of green oats in June,
So full of repose, so rich with life -
And I see us meeting at the end of a town
On a fair...
I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily
Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday -
You meet me and you say:
'Don't forget to see about the cattle - '
Among your earthiest words the angels stray.
And I think of you walking along a headland
Of green oats in June,
So full of repose, so rich with life -
And I see us meeting at the end of a town
On a fair...
#death
#graveyard
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5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
30th Aug 2022 9:40am
30th Aug 2022 9:40am
I walked in a graveyard
I walked in a graveyard and found
a stone secreted here,
behind this mound of earth
and branch of dying foliage,
the bush the Crypt Keeper.
And on it was written a name
I’d long since ceased to recognise.
‘Relation is it, eh?’ the old attendant said
to me. I turned to him, replied.
‘Relation, yes, but long since dead,
of course.’ The name on it was mine.
a stone secreted here,
behind this mound of earth
and branch of dying foliage,
the bush the Crypt Keeper.
And on it was written a name
I’d long since ceased to recognise.
‘Relation is it, eh?’ the old attendant said
to me. I turned to him, replied.
‘Relation, yes, but long since dead,
of course.’ The name on it was mine.
#death
#nature
#memorial #graveyard
#memorial #graveyard
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1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
30th Aug 2022 9:40am
30th Aug 2022 9:40am
I walked in a graveyard
I walked in a graveyard and found
a stone secreted here,
behind this mound of earth
and branch of dying foliage,
the bush the Crypt Keeper.
And on it was written a name
I’d long since ceased to recognise.
‘Relation is it, eh?’ the old attendant said
to me. I turned to him, replied.
‘Relation, yes, but long since dead,
of course.’ The name on it was mine.
a stone secreted here,
behind this mound of earth
and branch of dying foliage,
the bush the Crypt Keeper.
And on it was written a name
I’d long since ceased to recognise.
‘Relation is it, eh?’ the old attendant said
to me. I turned to him, replied.
‘Relation, yes, but long since dead,
of course.’ The name on it was mine.
#death
#nature
#memorial #graveyard
#memorial #graveyard
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1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
30th Aug 2022 9:40am
30th Aug 2022 9:40am
I walked in a graveyard
I walked in a graveyard and found
a stone secreted here,
behind this mound of earth
and branch of dying foliage,
the bush the Crypt Keeper.
And on it was written a name
I’d long since ceased to recognise.
‘Relation is it, eh?’ the old attendant said
to me. I turned to him, replied.
‘Relation, yes, but long since dead,
of course.’ The name on it was mine.
a stone secreted here,
behind this mound of earth
and branch of dying foliage,
the bush the Crypt Keeper.
And on it was written a name
I’d long since ceased to recognise.
‘Relation is it, eh?’ the old attendant said
to me. I turned to him, replied.
‘Relation, yes, but long since dead,
of course.’ The name on it was mine.
#death
#nature
#memorial #graveyard
#memorial #graveyard
308 reads
1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
30th Aug 2022 9:40am
30th Aug 2022 9:40am
I walked in a graveyard
I walked in a graveyard and found
a stone secreted here,
behind this mound of earth
and branch of dying foliage,
the bush the Crypt Keeper.
And on it was written a name
I’d long since ceased to recognise.
‘Relation is it, eh?’ the old attendant said
to me. I turned to him, replied.
‘Relation, yes, but long since dead,
of course.’ The name on it was mine.
a stone secreted here,
behind this mound of earth
and branch of dying foliage,
the bush the Crypt Keeper.
And on it was written a name
I’d long since ceased to recognise.
‘Relation is it, eh?’ the old attendant said
to me. I turned to him, replied.
‘Relation, yes, but long since dead,
of course.’ The name on it was mine.
#death
#nature
#memorial #graveyard
#memorial #graveyard
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1 Comment
HadesRising
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2019 3:47am
22nd Aug 2019 3:47am
SOMETIMES DEAD IS BETTER
There is a place beyond the cringe of sanity
At the end of the bleakest path when you're too far gone
A graphic reminder of remains of families
Broken with dearly departed names chiseled on tombstones
I swear I can't go on like this
Cause the terror in my eyes show me
The dead look reflecting beside me
Don't judge me on my last letter
Because sometimes
Sometimes
DEAD IS BETTER
She had such a merciful heart
I traded it for a hellbound one
Now revived in the sour ground
To kill everything beneath the...
At the end of the bleakest path when you're too far gone
A graphic reminder of remains of families
Broken with dearly departed names chiseled on tombstones
I swear I can't go on like this
Cause the terror in my eyes show me
The dead look reflecting beside me
Don't judge me on my last letter
Because sometimes
Sometimes
DEAD IS BETTER
She had such a merciful heart
I traded it for a hellbound one
Now revived in the sour ground
To kill everything beneath the...
#dark
#graveyard
#StephenKing
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