Poems About Graveyard Published by Members Recently Online
#graveyard
Hellarchy
Poem Published
9th Jan 2019 2:37pm
9th Jan 2019 2:37pm
March of the Dead
I walk the cemetery alone
Watched the sun set hours ago
Fog drifts in, blanket for the bones
Cozy and warm, they wait down below
Blows like a storm, my hatred it grows
I'm changing in form, fading like a ghost
The demon taking over
I peer over both shoulders
Feel a tingle up my spine
Spirits mingling behind
Corpses brood beneath the moon
As I intrude among the tombs
Across which tortured souls are strewn
In a morbid mood of gloom, misfortune blooms
Following me up the trail
Draw...
Watched the sun set hours ago
Fog drifts in, blanket for the bones
Cozy and warm, they wait down below
Blows like a storm, my hatred it grows
I'm changing in form, fading like a ghost
The demon taking over
I peer over both shoulders
Feel a tingle up my spine
Spirits mingling behind
Corpses brood beneath the moon
As I intrude among the tombs
Across which tortured souls are strewn
In a morbid mood of gloom, misfortune blooms
Following me up the trail
Draw...
#death
#night
#ghosts
#magic
#graveyard
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2 Comments
Hellarchy
Poem Published
9th Jan 2019 2:37pm
9th Jan 2019 2:37pm
March of the Dead
I walk the cemetery alone
Watched the sun set hours ago
Fog drifts in, blanket for the bones
Cozy and warm, they wait down below
Blows like a storm, my hatred it grows
I'm changing in form, fading like a ghost
The demon taking over
I peer over both shoulders
Feel a tingle up my spine
Spirits mingling behind
Corpses brood beneath the moon
As I intrude among the tombs
Across which tortured souls are strewn
In a morbid mood of gloom, misfortune blooms
Following me up the trail
Draw...
Watched the sun set hours ago
Fog drifts in, blanket for the bones
Cozy and warm, they wait down below
Blows like a storm, my hatred it grows
I'm changing in form, fading like a ghost
The demon taking over
I peer over both shoulders
Feel a tingle up my spine
Spirits mingling behind
Corpses brood beneath the moon
As I intrude among the tombs
Across which tortured souls are strewn
In a morbid mood of gloom, misfortune blooms
Following me up the trail
Draw...
#death
#night
#ghosts
#magic
#graveyard
472 reads
2 Comments
Hellarchy
Poem Published
9th Jan 2019 2:37pm
9th Jan 2019 2:37pm
March of the Dead
I walk the cemetery alone
Watched the sun set hours ago
Fog drifts in, blanket for the bones
Cozy and warm, they wait down below
Blows like a storm, my hatred it grows
I'm changing in form, fading like a ghost
The demon taking over
I peer over both shoulders
Feel a tingle up my spine
Spirits mingling behind
Corpses brood beneath the moon
As I intrude among the tombs
Across which tortured souls are strewn
In a morbid mood of gloom, misfortune blooms
Following me up the trail
Draw...
Watched the sun set hours ago
Fog drifts in, blanket for the bones
Cozy and warm, they wait down below
Blows like a storm, my hatred it grows
I'm changing in form, fading like a ghost
The demon taking over
I peer over both shoulders
Feel a tingle up my spine
Spirits mingling behind
Corpses brood beneath the moon
As I intrude among the tombs
Across which tortured souls are strewn
In a morbid mood of gloom, misfortune blooms
Following me up the trail
Draw...
#death
#night
#ghosts
#magic
#graveyard
472 reads
2 Comments
Hellarchy
Poem Published
9th Jan 2019 2:37pm
9th Jan 2019 2:37pm
March of the Dead
I walk the cemetery alone
Watched the sun set hours ago
Fog drifts in, blanket for the bones
Cozy and warm, they wait down below
Blows like a storm, my hatred it grows
I'm changing in form, fading like a ghost
The demon taking over
I peer over both shoulders
Feel a tingle up my spine
Spirits mingling behind
Corpses brood beneath the moon
As I intrude among the tombs
Across which tortured souls are strewn
In a morbid mood of gloom, misfortune blooms
Following me up the trail
Draw...
Watched the sun set hours ago
Fog drifts in, blanket for the bones
Cozy and warm, they wait down below
Blows like a storm, my hatred it grows
I'm changing in form, fading like a ghost
The demon taking over
I peer over both shoulders
Feel a tingle up my spine
Spirits mingling behind
Corpses brood beneath the moon
As I intrude among the tombs
Across which tortured souls are strewn
In a morbid mood of gloom, misfortune blooms
Following me up the trail
Draw...
#death
#night
#ghosts
#magic
#graveyard
472 reads
2 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
30th Apr 2018 10:00pm
30th Apr 2018 10:00pm
Post-poet Production
Greased gears grind as gummed up with gregarious grammar
stammering in rhyming time to the hammers of keys,
clicking in chittering chattering clattering of characters
in order to unload more unnecessary excessive essays
that can hardly be called hardy poetry.
Although mostly harmless, are definitely artless
fathered by the fearsome poem factory
churning out copious catalogues of compositions
drowning the daring delver in deranged descriptive dialogues,
each word brings an inch of woe without originality
passages and packages of plagiarism ...
stammering in rhyming time to the hammers of keys,
clicking in chittering chattering clattering of characters
in order to unload more unnecessary excessive essays
that can hardly be called hardy poetry.
Although mostly harmless, are definitely artless
fathered by the fearsome poem factory
churning out copious catalogues of compositions
drowning the daring delver in deranged descriptive dialogues,
each word brings an inch of woe without originality
passages and packages of plagiarism ...
#NaPoWriMo2018
#WritingPoetry
#graveyard
542 reads
0 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
30th Apr 2018 10:00pm
30th Apr 2018 10:00pm
Post-poet Production
Greased gears grind as gummed up with gregarious grammar
stammering in rhyming time to the hammers of keys,
clicking in chittering chattering clattering of characters
in order to unload more unnecessary excessive essays
that can hardly be called hardy poetry.
Although mostly harmless, are definitely artless
fathered by the fearsome poem factory
churning out copious catalogues of compositions
drowning the daring delver in deranged descriptive dialogues,
each word brings an inch of woe without originality
passages and packages of plagiarism ...
stammering in rhyming time to the hammers of keys,
clicking in chittering chattering clattering of characters
in order to unload more unnecessary excessive essays
that can hardly be called hardy poetry.
Although mostly harmless, are definitely artless
fathered by the fearsome poem factory
churning out copious catalogues of compositions
drowning the daring delver in deranged descriptive dialogues,
each word brings an inch of woe without originality
passages and packages of plagiarism ...
#NaPoWriMo2018
#WritingPoetry
#graveyard
542 reads
0 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
30th Apr 2018 10:00pm
30th Apr 2018 10:00pm
Post-poet Production
Greased gears grind as gummed up with gregarious grammar
stammering in rhyming time to the hammers of keys,
clicking in chittering chattering clattering of characters
in order to unload more unnecessary excessive essays
that can hardly be called hardy poetry.
Although mostly harmless, are definitely artless
fathered by the fearsome poem factory
churning out copious catalogues of compositions
drowning the daring delver in deranged descriptive dialogues,
each word brings an inch of woe without originality
passages and packages of plagiarism ...
stammering in rhyming time to the hammers of keys,
clicking in chittering chattering clattering of characters
in order to unload more unnecessary excessive essays
that can hardly be called hardy poetry.
Although mostly harmless, are definitely artless
fathered by the fearsome poem factory
churning out copious catalogues of compositions
drowning the daring delver in deranged descriptive dialogues,
each word brings an inch of woe without originality
passages and packages of plagiarism ...
#NaPoWriMo2018
#WritingPoetry
#graveyard
542 reads
0 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
123 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
123 reads
6 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 2:33am
18th Sep 2019 2:33am
Into The Cold
I crawl into your decrepit heart,
coldest Earth,
to be refined by your chill.
My fatal reflections emerge among
your still, anaerobic lifeforms
as I become like them
one cell death at a time.
No longer moving or breathing,
I forget motion and growth;
my expressions become my decay,
though it is slow, my decomposition
moves through stages as I descend
your one-way staircase alone.
Lost of breath, I no longer respire;
My bodily functions remain in stasis.
Only your depths shield my...
coldest Earth,
to be refined by your chill.
My fatal reflections emerge among
your still, anaerobic lifeforms
as I become like them
one cell death at a time.
No longer moving or breathing,
I forget motion and growth;
my expressions become my decay,
though it is slow, my decomposition
moves through stages as I descend
your one-way staircase alone.
Lost of breath, I no longer respire;
My bodily functions remain in stasis.
Only your depths shield my...
#dark
#death
#graveyard
602 reads
5 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 2:33am
18th Sep 2019 2:33am
Into The Cold
I crawl into your decrepit heart,
coldest Earth,
to be refined by your chill.
My fatal reflections emerge among
your still, anaerobic lifeforms
as I become like them
one cell death at a time.
No longer moving or breathing,
I forget motion and growth;
my expressions become my decay,
though it is slow, my decomposition
moves through stages as I descend
your one-way staircase alone.
Lost of breath, I no longer respire;
My bodily functions remain in stasis.
Only your depths shield my...
coldest Earth,
to be refined by your chill.
My fatal reflections emerge among
your still, anaerobic lifeforms
as I become like them
one cell death at a time.
No longer moving or breathing,
I forget motion and growth;
my expressions become my decay,
though it is slow, my decomposition
moves through stages as I descend
your one-way staircase alone.
Lost of breath, I no longer respire;
My bodily functions remain in stasis.
Only your depths shield my...
#dark
#death
#graveyard
602 reads
5 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 2:33am
18th Sep 2019 2:33am
Into The Cold
I crawl into your decrepit heart,
coldest Earth,
to be refined by your chill.
My fatal reflections emerge among
your still, anaerobic lifeforms
as I become like them
one cell death at a time.
No longer moving or breathing,
I forget motion and growth;
my expressions become my decay,
though it is slow, my decomposition
moves through stages as I descend
your one-way staircase alone.
Lost of breath, I no longer respire;
My bodily functions remain in stasis.
Only your depths shield my...
coldest Earth,
to be refined by your chill.
My fatal reflections emerge among
your still, anaerobic lifeforms
as I become like them
one cell death at a time.
No longer moving or breathing,
I forget motion and growth;
my expressions become my decay,
though it is slow, my decomposition
moves through stages as I descend
your one-way staircase alone.
Lost of breath, I no longer respire;
My bodily functions remain in stasis.
Only your depths shield my...
#dark
#death
#graveyard
602 reads
5 Comments
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