Poems About Graveyard Published by Members Recently Online
#graveyard
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
97 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
97 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
97 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
97 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
97 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2020 2:29am
23rd Mar 2020 2:29am
virus
might well be dead this time
next week I've nothing planned
next week I've nothing planned
#graveyard
423 reads
1 Comment
Lozzamus
Poem Published
1st Mar 2019 8:50pm
1st Mar 2019 8:50pm
Grief And The Seasons
The cemetery stands silent, the flowers still, the solitary mourners perched by gravestones, alone in their grief.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter.
The seasons pass.
Each day, new mourners visit to place flowers on the graves of loved ones.
The time passes slowly at first, then quickly.
A year. Five years. Half a century. A century.
A century from now, a new generation of mourners will come.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter.
The seasons pass.
Each day, new mourners visit to place flowers on the graves of loved ones.
The time passes slowly at first, then quickly.
A year. Five years. Half a century. A century.
A century from now, a new generation of mourners will come.
#grief
#death
#graveyard
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0 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
1st Mar 2019 8:50pm
1st Mar 2019 8:50pm
Grief And The Seasons
The cemetery stands silent, the flowers still, the solitary mourners perched by gravestones, alone in their grief.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter.
The seasons pass.
Each day, new mourners visit to place flowers on the graves of loved ones.
The time passes slowly at first, then quickly.
A year. Five years. Half a century. A century.
A century from now, a new generation of mourners will come.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter.
The seasons pass.
Each day, new mourners visit to place flowers on the graves of loved ones.
The time passes slowly at first, then quickly.
A year. Five years. Half a century. A century.
A century from now, a new generation of mourners will come.
#grief
#death
#graveyard
444 reads
0 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
1st Mar 2019 8:50pm
1st Mar 2019 8:50pm
Grief And The Seasons
The cemetery stands silent, the flowers still, the solitary mourners perched by gravestones, alone in their grief.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter.
The seasons pass.
Each day, new mourners visit to place flowers on the graves of loved ones.
The time passes slowly at first, then quickly.
A year. Five years. Half a century. A century.
A century from now, a new generation of mourners will come.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter.
The seasons pass.
Each day, new mourners visit to place flowers on the graves of loved ones.
The time passes slowly at first, then quickly.
A year. Five years. Half a century. A century.
A century from now, a new generation of mourners will come.
#grief
#death
#graveyard
444 reads
0 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
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
308 reads
1 Comment
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