Poems About Graveyard Published by Members Recently Online
#graveyard
LibraSoul96
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2022 11:49pm
2nd Apr 2022 11:49pm
Darkness- Haiku
Murky waters and
Rancid smells of carcasses
Flood this dark staged tomb
Rancid smells of carcasses
Flood this dark staged tomb
#dark
#death
#graveyard
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LibraSoul96
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2022 11:49pm
2nd Apr 2022 11:49pm
Darkness- Haiku
Murky waters and
Rancid smells of carcasses
Flood this dark staged tomb
Rancid smells of carcasses
Flood this dark staged tomb
#dark
#death
#graveyard
331 reads
9 Comments
LibraSoul96
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2022 11:49pm
2nd Apr 2022 11:49pm
Darkness- Haiku
Murky waters and
Rancid smells of carcasses
Flood this dark staged tomb
Rancid smells of carcasses
Flood this dark staged tomb
#dark
#death
#graveyard
331 reads
9 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 9:32am
7th Jan 2025 9:32am
That What Lurks Within
Beneath yon moonlit, hallowed ground
Doth creep a beast of dread untold
Its claws with cursed marrow crowned
Its gaze a pyre both fierce and cold
A shadowed wretch of sinewy rot
Its breath, a whisper fraught with pain
Lingers 'neath stagnant wisps and knots
A harbinger of doom's refrain
Yet lo! It dwelleth not alone
For deep within thy trembling chest
Its likeness molds thy heart to stone
And robs thy soul of tranquil rest
Thy own despair it calls its lair
Thy sins, the feast it doth devour
It weaves thy...
Doth creep a beast of dread untold
Its claws with cursed marrow crowned
Its gaze a pyre both fierce and cold
A shadowed wretch of sinewy rot
Its breath, a whisper fraught with pain
Lingers 'neath stagnant wisps and knots
A harbinger of doom's refrain
Yet lo! It dwelleth not alone
For deep within thy trembling chest
Its likeness molds thy heart to stone
And robs thy soul of tranquil rest
Thy own despair it calls its lair
Thy sins, the feast it doth devour
It weaves thy...
#dark
#gothic
#graveyard
#monsters
#shadows
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 9:32am
7th Jan 2025 9:32am
That What Lurks Within
Beneath yon moonlit, hallowed ground
Doth creep a beast of dread untold
Its claws with cursed marrow crowned
Its gaze a pyre both fierce and cold
A shadowed wretch of sinewy rot
Its breath, a whisper fraught with pain
Lingers 'neath stagnant wisps and knots
A harbinger of doom's refrain
Yet lo! It dwelleth not alone
For deep within thy trembling chest
Its likeness molds thy heart to stone
And robs thy soul of tranquil rest
Thy own despair it calls its lair
Thy sins, the feast it doth devour
It weaves thy...
Doth creep a beast of dread untold
Its claws with cursed marrow crowned
Its gaze a pyre both fierce and cold
A shadowed wretch of sinewy rot
Its breath, a whisper fraught with pain
Lingers 'neath stagnant wisps and knots
A harbinger of doom's refrain
Yet lo! It dwelleth not alone
For deep within thy trembling chest
Its likeness molds thy heart to stone
And robs thy soul of tranquil rest
Thy own despair it calls its lair
Thy sins, the feast it doth devour
It weaves thy...
#dark
#gothic
#graveyard
#monsters
#shadows
57 reads
0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 9:32am
7th Jan 2025 9:32am
That What Lurks Within
Beneath yon moonlit, hallowed ground
Doth creep a beast of dread untold
Its claws with cursed marrow crowned
Its gaze a pyre both fierce and cold
A shadowed wretch of sinewy rot
Its breath, a whisper fraught with pain
Lingers 'neath stagnant wisps and knots
A harbinger of doom's refrain
Yet lo! It dwelleth not alone
For deep within thy trembling chest
Its likeness molds thy heart to stone
And robs thy soul of tranquil rest
Thy own despair it calls its lair
Thy sins, the feast it doth devour
It weaves thy...
Doth creep a beast of dread untold
Its claws with cursed marrow crowned
Its gaze a pyre both fierce and cold
A shadowed wretch of sinewy rot
Its breath, a whisper fraught with pain
Lingers 'neath stagnant wisps and knots
A harbinger of doom's refrain
Yet lo! It dwelleth not alone
For deep within thy trembling chest
Its likeness molds thy heart to stone
And robs thy soul of tranquil rest
Thy own despair it calls its lair
Thy sins, the feast it doth devour
It weaves thy...
#dark
#gothic
#graveyard
#monsters
#shadows
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0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 9:32am
7th Jan 2025 9:32am
That What Lurks Within
Beneath yon moonlit, hallowed ground
Doth creep a beast of dread untold
Its claws with cursed marrow crowned
Its gaze a pyre both fierce and cold
A shadowed wretch of sinewy rot
Its breath, a whisper fraught with pain
Lingers 'neath stagnant wisps and knots
A harbinger of doom's refrain
Yet lo! It dwelleth not alone
For deep within thy trembling chest
Its likeness molds thy heart to stone
And robs thy soul of tranquil rest
Thy own despair it calls its lair
Thy sins, the feast it doth devour
It weaves thy...
Doth creep a beast of dread untold
Its claws with cursed marrow crowned
Its gaze a pyre both fierce and cold
A shadowed wretch of sinewy rot
Its breath, a whisper fraught with pain
Lingers 'neath stagnant wisps and knots
A harbinger of doom's refrain
Yet lo! It dwelleth not alone
For deep within thy trembling chest
Its likeness molds thy heart to stone
And robs thy soul of tranquil rest
Thy own despair it calls its lair
Thy sins, the feast it doth devour
It weaves thy...
#dark
#gothic
#graveyard
#monsters
#shadows
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0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 9:32am
7th Jan 2025 9:32am
That What Lurks Within
Beneath yon moonlit, hallowed ground
Doth creep a beast of dread untold
Its claws with cursed marrow crowned
Its gaze a pyre both fierce and cold
A shadowed wretch of sinewy rot
Its breath, a whisper fraught with pain
Lingers 'neath stagnant wisps and knots
A harbinger of doom's refrain
Yet lo! It dwelleth not alone
For deep within thy trembling chest
Its likeness molds thy heart to stone
And robs thy soul of tranquil rest
Thy own despair it calls its lair
Thy sins, the feast it doth devour
It weaves thy...
Doth creep a beast of dread untold
Its claws with cursed marrow crowned
Its gaze a pyre both fierce and cold
A shadowed wretch of sinewy rot
Its breath, a whisper fraught with pain
Lingers 'neath stagnant wisps and knots
A harbinger of doom's refrain
Yet lo! It dwelleth not alone
For deep within thy trembling chest
Its likeness molds thy heart to stone
And robs thy soul of tranquil rest
Thy own despair it calls its lair
Thy sins, the feast it doth devour
It weaves thy...
#dark
#gothic
#graveyard
#monsters
#shadows
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0 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 5:58am
6th Jan 2025 5:58am
Bo's Shadow
Bo was 6 yrs old when he made a full body
silhouette in class. He chose black paper and he carefully cut it out and brought it home proudly.
He called it his shadow.
He taped it to his wall near his bed and there it
stayed for 3 years. The longest our mom had ever stayed in any apartment. The building was owned by our extremely perverted aunt. She liked to touch him.
So did our Mom. The entire family was like that. He
secretly told me that he put his soul into his "shadow" to keep it safe from mom, our aunt - the entire family! ...
silhouette in class. He chose black paper and he carefully cut it out and brought it home proudly.
He called it his shadow.
He taped it to his wall near his bed and there it
stayed for 3 years. The longest our mom had ever stayed in any apartment. The building was owned by our extremely perverted aunt. She liked to touch him.
So did our Mom. The entire family was like that. He
secretly told me that he put his soul into his "shadow" to keep it safe from mom, our aunt - the entire family! ...
#abuse
#graveyard
#hate #PTSD
#hate #PTSD
50 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 5:58am
6th Jan 2025 5:58am
Bo's Shadow
Bo was 6 yrs old when he made a full body
silhouette in class. He chose black paper and he carefully cut it out and brought it home proudly.
He called it his shadow.
He taped it to his wall near his bed and there it
stayed for 3 years. The longest our mom had ever stayed in any apartment. The building was owned by our extremely perverted aunt. She liked to touch him.
So did our Mom. The entire family was like that. He
secretly told me that he put his soul into his "shadow" to keep it safe from mom, our aunt - the entire family! ...
silhouette in class. He chose black paper and he carefully cut it out and brought it home proudly.
He called it his shadow.
He taped it to his wall near his bed and there it
stayed for 3 years. The longest our mom had ever stayed in any apartment. The building was owned by our extremely perverted aunt. She liked to touch him.
So did our Mom. The entire family was like that. He
secretly told me that he put his soul into his "shadow" to keep it safe from mom, our aunt - the entire family! ...
#abuse
#graveyard
#hate #PTSD
#hate #PTSD
50 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 5:58am
6th Jan 2025 5:58am
Bo's Shadow
Bo was 6 yrs old when he made a full body
silhouette in class. He chose black paper and he carefully cut it out and brought it home proudly.
He called it his shadow.
He taped it to his wall near his bed and there it
stayed for 3 years. The longest our mom had ever stayed in any apartment. The building was owned by our extremely perverted aunt. She liked to touch him.
So did our Mom. The entire family was like that. He
secretly told me that he put his soul into his "shadow" to keep it safe from mom, our aunt - the entire family! ...
silhouette in class. He chose black paper and he carefully cut it out and brought it home proudly.
He called it his shadow.
He taped it to his wall near his bed and there it
stayed for 3 years. The longest our mom had ever stayed in any apartment. The building was owned by our extremely perverted aunt. She liked to touch him.
So did our Mom. The entire family was like that. He
secretly told me that he put his soul into his "shadow" to keep it safe from mom, our aunt - the entire family! ...
#abuse
#graveyard
#hate #PTSD
#hate #PTSD
50 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 5:58am
6th Jan 2025 5:58am
Bo's Shadow
Bo was 6 yrs old when he made a full body
silhouette in class. He chose black paper and he carefully cut it out and brought it home proudly.
He called it his shadow.
He taped it to his wall near his bed and there it
stayed for 3 years. The longest our mom had ever stayed in any apartment. The building was owned by our extremely perverted aunt. She liked to touch him.
So did our Mom. The entire family was like that. He
secretly told me that he put his soul into his "shadow" to keep it safe from mom, our aunt - the entire family! ...
silhouette in class. He chose black paper and he carefully cut it out and brought it home proudly.
He called it his shadow.
He taped it to his wall near his bed and there it
stayed for 3 years. The longest our mom had ever stayed in any apartment. The building was owned by our extremely perverted aunt. She liked to touch him.
So did our Mom. The entire family was like that. He
secretly told me that he put his soul into his "shadow" to keep it safe from mom, our aunt - the entire family! ...
#abuse
#graveyard
#hate #PTSD
#hate #PTSD
50 reads
2 Comments
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