Poems About Graveyard Published by Members Recently Online
#graveyard
Seed
Poem Published
18th Jul 2020 6:13pm
18th Jul 2020 6:13pm
She Doesn't Know What He Knows
He looks her in the eyes
Eyes that still sparkle in the light,
for now.
She smiles and loves him,
thinks that he is gentle, caring.
She has no idea
who he really is
or what he is capable of.
She doesn't know
that he buried his wife
in the backyard
and next to her
his previous lover.
She doesn't know
the terror that awaits her
when she starts to become
irritating and bothersome.
He looks her in the eyes
Eyes that still sparkle in the light, ...
Eyes that still sparkle in the light,
for now.
She smiles and loves him,
thinks that he is gentle, caring.
She has no idea
who he really is
or what he is capable of.
She doesn't know
that he buried his wife
in the backyard
and next to her
his previous lover.
She doesn't know
the terror that awaits her
when she starts to become
irritating and bothersome.
He looks her in the eyes
Eyes that still sparkle in the light, ...
#dark
#murder
#death
#evil
#graveyard
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Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 2:54am
14th Nov 2024 2:54am
The Things We Do to Watch Jake Paul Die
Folks arrive in their fanciest gear,
Silk socks, cufflinks, and a touch of flair,
They're all here for one reason, don't be shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Concessions run out, popcorn’s in flight,
Kids on shoulders for a better sight
The buzz is real, a weh deh bredda ya a try,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Vendors hawk merchandise with zeal,
"Jake's Last Stand" on every deal
Crowds go wild, even the shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
A grandma knits by the big-screen...
Silk socks, cufflinks, and a touch of flair,
They're all here for one reason, don't be shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Concessions run out, popcorn’s in flight,
Kids on shoulders for a better sight
The buzz is real, a weh deh bredda ya a try,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Vendors hawk merchandise with zeal,
"Jake's Last Stand" on every deal
Crowds go wild, even the shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
A grandma knits by the big-screen...
#death
#determination
#graveyard
#grief
#memorial
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Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 2:54am
14th Nov 2024 2:54am
The Things We Do to Watch Jake Paul Die
Folks arrive in their fanciest gear,
Silk socks, cufflinks, and a touch of flair,
They're all here for one reason, don't be shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Concessions run out, popcorn’s in flight,
Kids on shoulders for a better sight
The buzz is real, a weh deh bredda ya a try,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Vendors hawk merchandise with zeal,
"Jake's Last Stand" on every deal
Crowds go wild, even the shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
A grandma knits by the big-screen...
Silk socks, cufflinks, and a touch of flair,
They're all here for one reason, don't be shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Concessions run out, popcorn’s in flight,
Kids on shoulders for a better sight
The buzz is real, a weh deh bredda ya a try,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Vendors hawk merchandise with zeal,
"Jake's Last Stand" on every deal
Crowds go wild, even the shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
A grandma knits by the big-screen...
#death
#determination
#graveyard
#grief
#memorial
98 reads
Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 2:54am
14th Nov 2024 2:54am
The Things We Do to Watch Jake Paul Die
Folks arrive in their fanciest gear,
Silk socks, cufflinks, and a touch of flair,
They're all here for one reason, don't be shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Concessions run out, popcorn’s in flight,
Kids on shoulders for a better sight
The buzz is real, a weh deh bredda ya a try,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Vendors hawk merchandise with zeal,
"Jake's Last Stand" on every deal
Crowds go wild, even the shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
A grandma knits by the big-screen...
Silk socks, cufflinks, and a touch of flair,
They're all here for one reason, don't be shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Concessions run out, popcorn’s in flight,
Kids on shoulders for a better sight
The buzz is real, a weh deh bredda ya a try,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Vendors hawk merchandise with zeal,
"Jake's Last Stand" on every deal
Crowds go wild, even the shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
A grandma knits by the big-screen...
#death
#determination
#graveyard
#grief
#memorial
98 reads
Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 2:54am
14th Nov 2024 2:54am
The Things We Do to Watch Jake Paul Die
Folks arrive in their fanciest gear,
Silk socks, cufflinks, and a touch of flair,
They're all here for one reason, don't be shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Concessions run out, popcorn’s in flight,
Kids on shoulders for a better sight
The buzz is real, a weh deh bredda ya a try,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Vendors hawk merchandise with zeal,
"Jake's Last Stand" on every deal
Crowds go wild, even the shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
A grandma knits by the big-screen...
Silk socks, cufflinks, and a touch of flair,
They're all here for one reason, don't be shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Concessions run out, popcorn’s in flight,
Kids on shoulders for a better sight
The buzz is real, a weh deh bredda ya a try,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Vendors hawk merchandise with zeal,
"Jake's Last Stand" on every deal
Crowds go wild, even the shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
A grandma knits by the big-screen...
#death
#determination
#graveyard
#grief
#memorial
98 reads
Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 2:54am
14th Nov 2024 2:54am
The Things We Do to Watch Jake Paul Die
Folks arrive in their fanciest gear,
Silk socks, cufflinks, and a touch of flair,
They're all here for one reason, don't be shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Concessions run out, popcorn’s in flight,
Kids on shoulders for a better sight
The buzz is real, a weh deh bredda ya a try,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Vendors hawk merchandise with zeal,
"Jake's Last Stand" on every deal
Crowds go wild, even the shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
A grandma knits by the big-screen...
Silk socks, cufflinks, and a touch of flair,
They're all here for one reason, don't be shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Concessions run out, popcorn’s in flight,
Kids on shoulders for a better sight
The buzz is real, a weh deh bredda ya a try,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Vendors hawk merchandise with zeal,
"Jake's Last Stand" on every deal
Crowds go wild, even the shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
A grandma knits by the big-screen...
#death
#determination
#graveyard
#grief
#memorial
98 reads
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
1st Dec 2021 00:15am
1st Dec 2021 00:15am
4 Way Street
Breath, breadth, depth, death
Intriguing that all 4 mean the same thing, mirrored,
Take a breath, no more: death
Breadth=depth=no more life to live left
The canary sings from its cage
Let it out and
The cat kills it
And the frost has not yet frozen the earth
So digging the grave is still viable
And I kiss you
And I tell you we’ll be together in love
Intriguing that all 4 mean the same thing, mirrored,
Take a breath, no more: death
Breadth=depth=no more life to live left
The canary sings from its cage
Let it out and
The cat kills it
And the frost has not yet frozen the earth
So digging the grave is still viable
And I kiss you
And I tell you we’ll be together in love
#winter
#graveyard
328 reads
2 Comments
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
1st Dec 2021 00:15am
1st Dec 2021 00:15am
4 Way Street
Breath, breadth, depth, death
Intriguing that all 4 mean the same thing, mirrored,
Take a breath, no more: death
Breadth=depth=no more life to live left
The canary sings from its cage
Let it out and
The cat kills it
And the frost has not yet frozen the earth
So digging the grave is still viable
And I kiss you
And I tell you we’ll be together in love
Intriguing that all 4 mean the same thing, mirrored,
Take a breath, no more: death
Breadth=depth=no more life to live left
The canary sings from its cage
Let it out and
The cat kills it
And the frost has not yet frozen the earth
So digging the grave is still viable
And I kiss you
And I tell you we’ll be together in love
#winter
#graveyard
328 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 4:42pm
18th Feb 2025 4:42pm
Saints Decay
In hallowed ground where whispers cease
Stands the saint, in rain’s soft grief
A figure draped in shadow's lease
Amidst the world’s withering leaf
With head bowed low, a crown of moss
His flesh a canvas pale and worn
Each droplet’s kiss, a silent gloss
Upon the scars of love—now torn
Around him lies the fading light
The flowers wilting, petals fall
Each heartbeat mourns the creeping night
As silence binds the earth in thrall
The heavens weep for days gone by
For souls entwined in sacred breath
Yet still...
Stands the saint, in rain’s soft grief
A figure draped in shadow's lease
Amidst the world’s withering leaf
With head bowed low, a crown of moss
His flesh a canvas pale and worn
Each droplet’s kiss, a silent gloss
Upon the scars of love—now torn
Around him lies the fading light
The flowers wilting, petals fall
Each heartbeat mourns the creeping night
As silence binds the earth in thrall
The heavens weep for days gone by
For souls entwined in sacred breath
Yet still...
#death
#graveyard
#rain
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 4:42pm
18th Feb 2025 4:42pm
Saints Decay
In hallowed ground where whispers cease
Stands the saint, in rain’s soft grief
A figure draped in shadow's lease
Amidst the world’s withering leaf
With head bowed low, a crown of moss
His flesh a canvas pale and worn
Each droplet’s kiss, a silent gloss
Upon the scars of love—now torn
Around him lies the fading light
The flowers wilting, petals fall
Each heartbeat mourns the creeping night
As silence binds the earth in thrall
The heavens weep for days gone by
For souls entwined in sacred breath
Yet still...
Stands the saint, in rain’s soft grief
A figure draped in shadow's lease
Amidst the world’s withering leaf
With head bowed low, a crown of moss
His flesh a canvas pale and worn
Each droplet’s kiss, a silent gloss
Upon the scars of love—now torn
Around him lies the fading light
The flowers wilting, petals fall
Each heartbeat mourns the creeping night
As silence binds the earth in thrall
The heavens weep for days gone by
For souls entwined in sacred breath
Yet still...
#death
#graveyard
#rain
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 4:42pm
18th Feb 2025 4:42pm
Saints Decay
In hallowed ground where whispers cease
Stands the saint, in rain’s soft grief
A figure draped in shadow's lease
Amidst the world’s withering leaf
With head bowed low, a crown of moss
His flesh a canvas pale and worn
Each droplet’s kiss, a silent gloss
Upon the scars of love—now torn
Around him lies the fading light
The flowers wilting, petals fall
Each heartbeat mourns the creeping night
As silence binds the earth in thrall
The heavens weep for days gone by
For souls entwined in sacred breath
Yet still...
Stands the saint, in rain’s soft grief
A figure draped in shadow's lease
Amidst the world’s withering leaf
With head bowed low, a crown of moss
His flesh a canvas pale and worn
Each droplet’s kiss, a silent gloss
Upon the scars of love—now torn
Around him lies the fading light
The flowers wilting, petals fall
Each heartbeat mourns the creeping night
As silence binds the earth in thrall
The heavens weep for days gone by
For souls entwined in sacred breath
Yet still...
#death
#graveyard
#rain
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2018 6:32pm
22nd Apr 2018 6:32pm
Casualties of war
Godlike? No. Human? Maybe.
Yet living above the bones of dead babies,
Who fell to their deaths from the top of the world;
The forgotten, the miscarried, the unfortunate boys and girls.
Now the babies lie with bullets;
Sanctity no longer exists.
Once upon a time, we were all for it,
Now we just wish this war would cease.
Fire! Called the Sergeant as the Germans advanced.
Onward called the General, as the men became entrenched,
In the trenches and fell to their knees;
Some prayed to the lord above, others fell...
Yet living above the bones of dead babies,
Who fell to their deaths from the top of the world;
The forgotten, the miscarried, the unfortunate boys and girls.
Now the babies lie with bullets;
Sanctity no longer exists.
Once upon a time, we were all for it,
Now we just wish this war would cease.
Fire! Called the Sergeant as the Germans advanced.
Onward called the General, as the men became entrenched,
In the trenches and fell to their knees;
Some prayed to the lord above, others fell...
#children
#soldiers
#war
#death
#graveyard
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