Poems About Graveyard Published by Members Recently Online
#graveyard
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:27pm
Yesterday 7:27pm
Shadowed Arts
Beneath the pall of moonless ebon skies
Where tombs lie sundered by unholy will
A sorcery of black and fetid ties
Awakens whispers in the midnight chill
O necromancy, art of dread and gloom
Thy eldritch chords resound in cryptic halls
Thy power rends the sanctity of tomb
And calls the dead from Death’s eternal thralls
The charnel wind doth howl thy cursed name
Charcoaled woods where lifeless phantoms creep
Thy servants tread on bones now burnt by flame
While shadows writhe as if they wake from sleep
The rites thou...
Where tombs lie sundered by unholy will
A sorcery of black and fetid ties
Awakens whispers in the midnight chill
O necromancy, art of dread and gloom
Thy eldritch chords resound in cryptic halls
Thy power rends the sanctity of tomb
And calls the dead from Death’s eternal thralls
The charnel wind doth howl thy cursed name
Charcoaled woods where lifeless phantoms creep
Thy servants tread on bones now burnt by flame
While shadows writhe as if they wake from sleep
The rites thou...
#curse
#dark
#death
#graveyard
#magic
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:27pm
Yesterday 7:27pm
Shadowed Arts
Beneath the pall of moonless ebon skies
Where tombs lie sundered by unholy will
A sorcery of black and fetid ties
Awakens whispers in the midnight chill
O necromancy, art of dread and gloom
Thy eldritch chords resound in cryptic halls
Thy power rends the sanctity of tomb
And calls the dead from Death’s eternal thralls
The charnel wind doth howl thy cursed name
Charcoaled woods where lifeless phantoms creep
Thy servants tread on bones now burnt by flame
While shadows writhe as if they wake from sleep
The rites thou...
Where tombs lie sundered by unholy will
A sorcery of black and fetid ties
Awakens whispers in the midnight chill
O necromancy, art of dread and gloom
Thy eldritch chords resound in cryptic halls
Thy power rends the sanctity of tomb
And calls the dead from Death’s eternal thralls
The charnel wind doth howl thy cursed name
Charcoaled woods where lifeless phantoms creep
Thy servants tread on bones now burnt by flame
While shadows writhe as if they wake from sleep
The rites thou...
#curse
#dark
#death
#graveyard
#magic
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:27pm
Yesterday 7:27pm
Shadowed Arts
Beneath the pall of moonless ebon skies
Where tombs lie sundered by unholy will
A sorcery of black and fetid ties
Awakens whispers in the midnight chill
O necromancy, art of dread and gloom
Thy eldritch chords resound in cryptic halls
Thy power rends the sanctity of tomb
And calls the dead from Death’s eternal thralls
The charnel wind doth howl thy cursed name
Charcoaled woods where lifeless phantoms creep
Thy servants tread on bones now burnt by flame
While shadows writhe as if they wake from sleep
The rites thou...
Where tombs lie sundered by unholy will
A sorcery of black and fetid ties
Awakens whispers in the midnight chill
O necromancy, art of dread and gloom
Thy eldritch chords resound in cryptic halls
Thy power rends the sanctity of tomb
And calls the dead from Death’s eternal thralls
The charnel wind doth howl thy cursed name
Charcoaled woods where lifeless phantoms creep
Thy servants tread on bones now burnt by flame
While shadows writhe as if they wake from sleep
The rites thou...
#curse
#dark
#death
#graveyard
#magic
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:27pm
Yesterday 7:27pm
Shadowed Arts
Beneath the pall of moonless ebon skies
Where tombs lie sundered by unholy will
A sorcery of black and fetid ties
Awakens whispers in the midnight chill
O necromancy, art of dread and gloom
Thy eldritch chords resound in cryptic halls
Thy power rends the sanctity of tomb
And calls the dead from Death’s eternal thralls
The charnel wind doth howl thy cursed name
Charcoaled woods where lifeless phantoms creep
Thy servants tread on bones now burnt by flame
While shadows writhe as if they wake from sleep
The rites thou...
Where tombs lie sundered by unholy will
A sorcery of black and fetid ties
Awakens whispers in the midnight chill
O necromancy, art of dread and gloom
Thy eldritch chords resound in cryptic halls
Thy power rends the sanctity of tomb
And calls the dead from Death’s eternal thralls
The charnel wind doth howl thy cursed name
Charcoaled woods where lifeless phantoms creep
Thy servants tread on bones now burnt by flame
While shadows writhe as if they wake from sleep
The rites thou...
#curse
#dark
#death
#graveyard
#magic
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:27pm
Yesterday 7:27pm
Shadowed Arts
Beneath the pall of moonless ebon skies
Where tombs lie sundered by unholy will
A sorcery of black and fetid ties
Awakens whispers in the midnight chill
O necromancy, art of dread and gloom
Thy eldritch chords resound in cryptic halls
Thy power rends the sanctity of tomb
And calls the dead from Death’s eternal thralls
The charnel wind doth howl thy cursed name
Charcoaled woods where lifeless phantoms creep
Thy servants tread on bones now burnt by flame
While shadows writhe as if they wake from sleep
The rites thou...
Where tombs lie sundered by unholy will
A sorcery of black and fetid ties
Awakens whispers in the midnight chill
O necromancy, art of dread and gloom
Thy eldritch chords resound in cryptic halls
Thy power rends the sanctity of tomb
And calls the dead from Death’s eternal thralls
The charnel wind doth howl thy cursed name
Charcoaled woods where lifeless phantoms creep
Thy servants tread on bones now burnt by flame
While shadows writhe as if they wake from sleep
The rites thou...
#curse
#dark
#death
#graveyard
#magic
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Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
19th Mar 2023 4:59pm
19th Mar 2023 4:59pm
Turn Left at Burnt Coffin and Follow the Silence
Rag-and-bone man sells wilted flowers
for graveside manners
picnic blankets beside tombs
As refugees of misted lands
rambles of shingled memories
breast coasts with words left unspoken
Travelling orbs are flecks of dust,
palm reading and astrology
guessing of sight’s second coming,
even the blind man knows his way home
Always coming back
to kitchen aroma
bodies of paperback spine
mouths wept tales of Romany…..
If you could see me now,
a full embalmment away from
the vodka-corpsed cymru...
for graveside manners
picnic blankets beside tombs
As refugees of misted lands
rambles of shingled memories
breast coasts with words left unspoken
Travelling orbs are flecks of dust,
palm reading and astrology
guessing of sight’s second coming,
even the blind man knows his way home
Always coming back
to kitchen aroma
bodies of paperback spine
mouths wept tales of Romany…..
If you could see me now,
a full embalmment away from
the vodka-corpsed cymru...
#hope
#mother
#LifeCycle #graveyard
#LifeCycle #graveyard
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15 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
19th Mar 2023 4:59pm
19th Mar 2023 4:59pm
Turn Left at Burnt Coffin and Follow the Silence
Rag-and-bone man sells wilted flowers
for graveside manners
picnic blankets beside tombs
As refugees of misted lands
rambles of shingled memories
breast coasts with words left unspoken
Travelling orbs are flecks of dust,
palm reading and astrology
guessing of sight’s second coming,
even the blind man knows his way home
Always coming back
to kitchen aroma
bodies of paperback spine
mouths wept tales of Romany…..
If you could see me now,
a full embalmment away from
the vodka-corpsed cymru...
for graveside manners
picnic blankets beside tombs
As refugees of misted lands
rambles of shingled memories
breast coasts with words left unspoken
Travelling orbs are flecks of dust,
palm reading and astrology
guessing of sight’s second coming,
even the blind man knows his way home
Always coming back
to kitchen aroma
bodies of paperback spine
mouths wept tales of Romany…..
If you could see me now,
a full embalmment away from
the vodka-corpsed cymru...
#hope
#mother
#LifeCycle #graveyard
#LifeCycle #graveyard
387 reads
15 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
19th Mar 2023 4:59pm
19th Mar 2023 4:59pm
Turn Left at Burnt Coffin and Follow the Silence
Rag-and-bone man sells wilted flowers
for graveside manners
picnic blankets beside tombs
As refugees of misted lands
rambles of shingled memories
breast coasts with words left unspoken
Travelling orbs are flecks of dust,
palm reading and astrology
guessing of sight’s second coming,
even the blind man knows his way home
Always coming back
to kitchen aroma
bodies of paperback spine
mouths wept tales of Romany…..
If you could see me now,
a full embalmment away from
the vodka-corpsed cymru...
for graveside manners
picnic blankets beside tombs
As refugees of misted lands
rambles of shingled memories
breast coasts with words left unspoken
Travelling orbs are flecks of dust,
palm reading and astrology
guessing of sight’s second coming,
even the blind man knows his way home
Always coming back
to kitchen aroma
bodies of paperback spine
mouths wept tales of Romany…..
If you could see me now,
a full embalmment away from
the vodka-corpsed cymru...
#hope
#mother
#LifeCycle #graveyard
#LifeCycle #graveyard
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15 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
19th Mar 2023 4:59pm
19th Mar 2023 4:59pm
Turn Left at Burnt Coffin and Follow the Silence
Rag-and-bone man sells wilted flowers
for graveside manners
picnic blankets beside tombs
As refugees of misted lands
rambles of shingled memories
breast coasts with words left unspoken
Travelling orbs are flecks of dust,
palm reading and astrology
guessing of sight’s second coming,
even the blind man knows his way home
Always coming back
to kitchen aroma
bodies of paperback spine
mouths wept tales of Romany…..
If you could see me now,
a full embalmment away from
the vodka-corpsed cymru...
for graveside manners
picnic blankets beside tombs
As refugees of misted lands
rambles of shingled memories
breast coasts with words left unspoken
Travelling orbs are flecks of dust,
palm reading and astrology
guessing of sight’s second coming,
even the blind man knows his way home
Always coming back
to kitchen aroma
bodies of paperback spine
mouths wept tales of Romany…..
If you could see me now,
a full embalmment away from
the vodka-corpsed cymru...
#hope
#mother
#LifeCycle #graveyard
#LifeCycle #graveyard
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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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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
161 reads
3 Comments
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