Poems About Graveyard Published by Members Recently Online
#graveyard
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2019 11:18pm
22nd Mar 2019 11:18pm
Charnel House
Where are we going
when we grow old?
Will we sit in a room
watching life go by
from an Old Folks tomb?
Awaiting the Grim Reaper’s
affections
replacing our pain and
Family rejections……….
Will we pass away the
hours
staring out the window
one day covered in
flowers?
Will we ever come to
realize
need to let go and love
before it’s too late?
(before)
Everyone
wonders
why did
...
when we grow old?
Will we sit in a room
watching life go by
from an Old Folks tomb?
Awaiting the Grim Reaper’s
affections
replacing our pain and
Family rejections……….
Will we pass away the
hours
staring out the window
one day covered in
flowers?
Will we ever come to
realize
need to let go and love
before it’s too late?
(before)
Everyone
wonders
why did
...
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging #graveyard
#aging #graveyard
740 reads
32 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2019 11:18pm
22nd Mar 2019 11:18pm
Charnel House
Where are we going
when we grow old?
Will we sit in a room
watching life go by
from an Old Folks tomb?
Awaiting the Grim Reaper’s
affections
replacing our pain and
Family rejections……….
Will we pass away the
hours
staring out the window
one day covered in
flowers?
Will we ever come to
realize
need to let go and love
before it’s too late?
(before)
Everyone
wonders
why did
...
when we grow old?
Will we sit in a room
watching life go by
from an Old Folks tomb?
Awaiting the Grim Reaper’s
affections
replacing our pain and
Family rejections……….
Will we pass away the
hours
staring out the window
one day covered in
flowers?
Will we ever come to
realize
need to let go and love
before it’s too late?
(before)
Everyone
wonders
why did
...
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging #graveyard
#aging #graveyard
740 reads
32 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2019 11:18pm
22nd Mar 2019 11:18pm
Charnel House
Where are we going
when we grow old?
Will we sit in a room
watching life go by
from an Old Folks tomb?
Awaiting the Grim Reaper’s
affections
replacing our pain and
Family rejections……….
Will we pass away the
hours
staring out the window
one day covered in
flowers?
Will we ever come to
realize
need to let go and love
before it’s too late?
(before)
Everyone
wonders
why did
...
when we grow old?
Will we sit in a room
watching life go by
from an Old Folks tomb?
Awaiting the Grim Reaper’s
affections
replacing our pain and
Family rejections……….
Will we pass away the
hours
staring out the window
one day covered in
flowers?
Will we ever come to
realize
need to let go and love
before it’s too late?
(before)
Everyone
wonders
why did
...
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging #graveyard
#aging #graveyard
740 reads
32 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2019 11:18pm
22nd Mar 2019 11:18pm
Charnel House
Where are we going
when we grow old?
Will we sit in a room
watching life go by
from an Old Folks tomb?
Awaiting the Grim Reaper’s
affections
replacing our pain and
Family rejections……….
Will we pass away the
hours
staring out the window
one day covered in
flowers?
Will we ever come to
realize
need to let go and love
before it’s too late?
(before)
Everyone
wonders
why did
...
when we grow old?
Will we sit in a room
watching life go by
from an Old Folks tomb?
Awaiting the Grim Reaper’s
affections
replacing our pain and
Family rejections……….
Will we pass away the
hours
staring out the window
one day covered in
flowers?
Will we ever come to
realize
need to let go and love
before it’s too late?
(before)
Everyone
wonders
why did
...
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging #graveyard
#aging #graveyard
740 reads
32 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 6:19am
12th Jan 2025 6:19am
Teeny Tiny
Do you know what you really are?
A 'dash' between two dates.
A cemetery headstone or plague will confirm your insignificance.
And
If you're reading this, you already have a dash looking for a second date.
-
A 'dash' between two dates.
A cemetery headstone or plague will confirm your insignificance.
And
If you're reading this, you already have a dash looking for a second date.
-
#graveyard
70 reads
3 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
147 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
147 reads
6 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
4th Nov 2023 2:07am
4th Nov 2023 2:07am
When looking in your eyes
At the bus station
Friday
That day our eyes first caught
the others reflection
A grayish blue
was the hue
The compassion of one that runs
to pick up a fallen companion
Behind blue eyes though
We hide our shadows
If that which is concealed
for what ever the reason maybe
Can not be discarded
then surely it shall return
Howling
Haunting
creeping
Clawing at the very essence within
Over the years watching you battle
Through the trauma
the agony
the scars...
Friday
That day our eyes first caught
the others reflection
A grayish blue
was the hue
The compassion of one that runs
to pick up a fallen companion
Behind blue eyes though
We hide our shadows
If that which is concealed
for what ever the reason maybe
Can not be discarded
then surely it shall return
Howling
Haunting
creeping
Clawing at the very essence within
Over the years watching you battle
Through the trauma
the agony
the scars...
#LifeStruggles
#rain
#graveyard #PopCulture
#graveyard #PopCulture
214 reads
1 Comment
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
4th Nov 2023 2:07am
4th Nov 2023 2:07am
When looking in your eyes
At the bus station
Friday
That day our eyes first caught
the others reflection
A grayish blue
was the hue
The compassion of one that runs
to pick up a fallen companion
Behind blue eyes though
We hide our shadows
If that which is concealed
for what ever the reason maybe
Can not be discarded
then surely it shall return
Howling
Haunting
creeping
Clawing at the very essence within
Over the years watching you battle
Through the trauma
the agony
the scars...
Friday
That day our eyes first caught
the others reflection
A grayish blue
was the hue
The compassion of one that runs
to pick up a fallen companion
Behind blue eyes though
We hide our shadows
If that which is concealed
for what ever the reason maybe
Can not be discarded
then surely it shall return
Howling
Haunting
creeping
Clawing at the very essence within
Over the years watching you battle
Through the trauma
the agony
the scars...
#LifeStruggles
#rain
#graveyard #PopCulture
#graveyard #PopCulture
214 reads
1 Comment
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
4th Nov 2023 2:07am
4th Nov 2023 2:07am
When looking in your eyes
At the bus station
Friday
That day our eyes first caught
the others reflection
A grayish blue
was the hue
The compassion of one that runs
to pick up a fallen companion
Behind blue eyes though
We hide our shadows
If that which is concealed
for what ever the reason maybe
Can not be discarded
then surely it shall return
Howling
Haunting
creeping
Clawing at the very essence within
Over the years watching you battle
Through the trauma
the agony
the scars...
Friday
That day our eyes first caught
the others reflection
A grayish blue
was the hue
The compassion of one that runs
to pick up a fallen companion
Behind blue eyes though
We hide our shadows
If that which is concealed
for what ever the reason maybe
Can not be discarded
then surely it shall return
Howling
Haunting
creeping
Clawing at the very essence within
Over the years watching you battle
Through the trauma
the agony
the scars...
#LifeStruggles
#rain
#graveyard #PopCulture
#graveyard #PopCulture
214 reads
1 Comment
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
4th Nov 2023 2:07am
4th Nov 2023 2:07am
When looking in your eyes
At the bus station
Friday
That day our eyes first caught
the others reflection
A grayish blue
was the hue
The compassion of one that runs
to pick up a fallen companion
Behind blue eyes though
We hide our shadows
If that which is concealed
for what ever the reason maybe
Can not be discarded
then surely it shall return
Howling
Haunting
creeping
Clawing at the very essence within
Over the years watching you battle
Through the trauma
the agony
the scars...
Friday
That day our eyes first caught
the others reflection
A grayish blue
was the hue
The compassion of one that runs
to pick up a fallen companion
Behind blue eyes though
We hide our shadows
If that which is concealed
for what ever the reason maybe
Can not be discarded
then surely it shall return
Howling
Haunting
creeping
Clawing at the very essence within
Over the years watching you battle
Through the trauma
the agony
the scars...
#LifeStruggles
#rain
#graveyard #PopCulture
#graveyard #PopCulture
214 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Oct 2022 4:39pm
9th Oct 2022 4:39pm
Arachnid Fantasy
Arachnid Fantasy
#dark
#death
#graveyard
380 reads
6 Comments
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