Poems About Graveyard Published by Members Recently Online
#graveyard
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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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
564 reads
2 Comments
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
564 reads
2 Comments
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
564 reads
2 Comments
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
564 reads
2 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
21st Nov 2017 11:02am
21st Nov 2017 11:02am
Rockabye Homie
You thought you were a savage until you got hit with that goddamnit
So now you're having one hell of a time attempting to manage
To catch your breath as you come closer and closer to death
Guess you should've heeded the warnings and avoided your missteps
But you chose not to be bright and soon your soul will be headed to the light
It's was well past your bedtime so rockabye homie. It's time to say goodnight
I fear no man in this universe. Not even the one many perceive as being GOD
So you should've thought twice before approaching me acting like...
So now you're having one hell of a time attempting to manage
To catch your breath as you come closer and closer to death
Guess you should've heeded the warnings and avoided your missteps
But you chose not to be bright and soon your soul will be headed to the light
It's was well past your bedtime so rockabye homie. It's time to say goodnight
I fear no man in this universe. Not even the one many perceive as being GOD
So you should've thought twice before approaching me acting like...
#dark
#murder
#death
#confessional
#graveyard
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da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
21st Nov 2017 11:02am
21st Nov 2017 11:02am
Rockabye Homie
You thought you were a savage until you got hit with that goddamnit
So now you're having one hell of a time attempting to manage
To catch your breath as you come closer and closer to death
Guess you should've heeded the warnings and avoided your missteps
But you chose not to be bright and soon your soul will be headed to the light
It's was well past your bedtime so rockabye homie. It's time to say goodnight
I fear no man in this universe. Not even the one many perceive as being GOD
So you should've thought twice before approaching me acting like...
So now you're having one hell of a time attempting to manage
To catch your breath as you come closer and closer to death
Guess you should've heeded the warnings and avoided your missteps
But you chose not to be bright and soon your soul will be headed to the light
It's was well past your bedtime so rockabye homie. It's time to say goodnight
I fear no man in this universe. Not even the one many perceive as being GOD
So you should've thought twice before approaching me acting like...
#dark
#murder
#death
#confessional
#graveyard
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da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
21st Nov 2017 11:02am
21st Nov 2017 11:02am
Rockabye Homie
You thought you were a savage until you got hit with that goddamnit
So now you're having one hell of a time attempting to manage
To catch your breath as you come closer and closer to death
Guess you should've heeded the warnings and avoided your missteps
But you chose not to be bright and soon your soul will be headed to the light
It's was well past your bedtime so rockabye homie. It's time to say goodnight
I fear no man in this universe. Not even the one many perceive as being GOD
So you should've thought twice before approaching me acting like...
So now you're having one hell of a time attempting to manage
To catch your breath as you come closer and closer to death
Guess you should've heeded the warnings and avoided your missteps
But you chose not to be bright and soon your soul will be headed to the light
It's was well past your bedtime so rockabye homie. It's time to say goodnight
I fear no man in this universe. Not even the one many perceive as being GOD
So you should've thought twice before approaching me acting like...
#dark
#murder
#death
#confessional
#graveyard
621 reads
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da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
21st Nov 2017 11:02am
21st Nov 2017 11:02am
Rockabye Homie
You thought you were a savage until you got hit with that goddamnit
So now you're having one hell of a time attempting to manage
To catch your breath as you come closer and closer to death
Guess you should've heeded the warnings and avoided your missteps
But you chose not to be bright and soon your soul will be headed to the light
It's was well past your bedtime so rockabye homie. It's time to say goodnight
I fear no man in this universe. Not even the one many perceive as being GOD
So you should've thought twice before approaching me acting like...
So now you're having one hell of a time attempting to manage
To catch your breath as you come closer and closer to death
Guess you should've heeded the warnings and avoided your missteps
But you chose not to be bright and soon your soul will be headed to the light
It's was well past your bedtime so rockabye homie. It's time to say goodnight
I fear no man in this universe. Not even the one many perceive as being GOD
So you should've thought twice before approaching me acting like...
#dark
#murder
#death
#confessional
#graveyard
621 reads
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