Poems About Graveyard Published by Members Recently Online
#graveyard
oldmanG
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 7:11pm
10th Oct 2024 7:11pm
Granite in the Distance
Granite in the distance
Far away pick up a pebble
But it’s not one to skip across
The still water in the night
For it raises a black hood
Kneel before satan and God
And plead to purgatory
My head says heaven
My soul says hell
Only hope my heart can pull apart
And split the divide
As I make sure they’re ok
Wrestle with demons in my head
As they pin me down
I flip around stand tall
Pick up the Cross of my savior
Down below I see fires burning
Dancing above as a flame licks my feet
An...
Far away pick up a pebble
But it’s not one to skip across
The still water in the night
For it raises a black hood
Kneel before satan and God
And plead to purgatory
My head says heaven
My soul says hell
Only hope my heart can pull apart
And split the divide
As I make sure they’re ok
Wrestle with demons in my head
As they pin me down
I flip around stand tall
Pick up the Cross of my savior
Down below I see fires burning
Dancing above as a flame licks my feet
An...
#death
#graveyard
#redemption
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nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
15th Feb 2019 10:03pm
15th Feb 2019 10:03pm
In loving memory of my mother days passed
In loving memory of my mother days passed
I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily
Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday -
You meet me and you say:
'Don't forget to see about the cattle - '
Among your earthiest words the angels stray.
And I think of you walking along a headland
Of green oats in June,
So full of repose, so rich with life -
And I see us meeting at the end of a town
On a fair...
I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily
Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday -
You meet me and you say:
'Don't forget to see about the cattle - '
Among your earthiest words the angels stray.
And I think of you walking along a headland
Of green oats in June,
So full of repose, so rich with life -
And I see us meeting at the end of a town
On a fair...
#death
#graveyard
669 reads
5 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
15th Feb 2019 10:03pm
15th Feb 2019 10:03pm
In loving memory of my mother days passed
In loving memory of my mother days passed
I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily
Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday -
You meet me and you say:
'Don't forget to see about the cattle - '
Among your earthiest words the angels stray.
And I think of you walking along a headland
Of green oats in June,
So full of repose, so rich with life -
And I see us meeting at the end of a town
On a fair...
I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily
Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday -
You meet me and you say:
'Don't forget to see about the cattle - '
Among your earthiest words the angels stray.
And I think of you walking along a headland
Of green oats in June,
So full of repose, so rich with life -
And I see us meeting at the end of a town
On a fair...
#death
#graveyard
669 reads
5 Comments
moon_bather
Poem Published
1st Sep 2024 2:42am
1st Sep 2024 2:42am
Black Soul
The grim reaper
The reaper of souls
Comes for you
No matter how beautiful
Keep looking in that mirror
Seeking validation
Yet in the end
You’re ready for cremation
Hold your head still
While the devil inspects you
Feels your cranium
And spits the truth
She says, sit back
Feel nothing, you are
Calloused and broken, the
Epitome of one lifelong scar
The reaper of souls
Comes for you
No matter how beautiful
Keep looking in that mirror
Seeking validation
Yet in the end
You’re ready for cremation
Hold your head still
While the devil inspects you
Feels your cranium
And spits the truth
She says, sit back
Feel nothing, you are
Calloused and broken, the
Epitome of one lifelong scar
#anger
#curse
#dark
#death
#graveyard
155 reads
2 Comments
moon_bather
Poem Published
1st Sep 2024 2:42am
1st Sep 2024 2:42am
Black Soul
The grim reaper
The reaper of souls
Comes for you
No matter how beautiful
Keep looking in that mirror
Seeking validation
Yet in the end
You’re ready for cremation
Hold your head still
While the devil inspects you
Feels your cranium
And spits the truth
She says, sit back
Feel nothing, you are
Calloused and broken, the
Epitome of one lifelong scar
The reaper of souls
Comes for you
No matter how beautiful
Keep looking in that mirror
Seeking validation
Yet in the end
You’re ready for cremation
Hold your head still
While the devil inspects you
Feels your cranium
And spits the truth
She says, sit back
Feel nothing, you are
Calloused and broken, the
Epitome of one lifelong scar
#anger
#curse
#dark
#death
#graveyard
155 reads
2 Comments
moon_bather
Poem Published
1st Sep 2024 2:42am
1st Sep 2024 2:42am
Black Soul
The grim reaper
The reaper of souls
Comes for you
No matter how beautiful
Keep looking in that mirror
Seeking validation
Yet in the end
You’re ready for cremation
Hold your head still
While the devil inspects you
Feels your cranium
And spits the truth
She says, sit back
Feel nothing, you are
Calloused and broken, the
Epitome of one lifelong scar
The reaper of souls
Comes for you
No matter how beautiful
Keep looking in that mirror
Seeking validation
Yet in the end
You’re ready for cremation
Hold your head still
While the devil inspects you
Feels your cranium
And spits the truth
She says, sit back
Feel nothing, you are
Calloused and broken, the
Epitome of one lifelong scar
#anger
#curse
#dark
#death
#graveyard
155 reads
2 Comments
moon_bather
Poem Published
1st Sep 2024 2:42am
1st Sep 2024 2:42am
Black Soul
The grim reaper
The reaper of souls
Comes for you
No matter how beautiful
Keep looking in that mirror
Seeking validation
Yet in the end
You’re ready for cremation
Hold your head still
While the devil inspects you
Feels your cranium
And spits the truth
She says, sit back
Feel nothing, you are
Calloused and broken, the
Epitome of one lifelong scar
The reaper of souls
Comes for you
No matter how beautiful
Keep looking in that mirror
Seeking validation
Yet in the end
You’re ready for cremation
Hold your head still
While the devil inspects you
Feels your cranium
And spits the truth
She says, sit back
Feel nothing, you are
Calloused and broken, the
Epitome of one lifelong scar
#anger
#curse
#dark
#death
#graveyard
155 reads
2 Comments
moon_bather
Poem Published
1st Sep 2024 2:42am
1st Sep 2024 2:42am
Black Soul
The grim reaper
The reaper of souls
Comes for you
No matter how beautiful
Keep looking in that mirror
Seeking validation
Yet in the end
You’re ready for cremation
Hold your head still
While the devil inspects you
Feels your cranium
And spits the truth
She says, sit back
Feel nothing, you are
Calloused and broken, the
Epitome of one lifelong scar
The reaper of souls
Comes for you
No matter how beautiful
Keep looking in that mirror
Seeking validation
Yet in the end
You’re ready for cremation
Hold your head still
While the devil inspects you
Feels your cranium
And spits the truth
She says, sit back
Feel nothing, you are
Calloused and broken, the
Epitome of one lifelong scar
#anger
#curse
#dark
#death
#graveyard
155 reads
2 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
29th Dec 2022 00:00am
29th Dec 2022 00:00am
Awakening my dead soul... (with Reading)
Among the garden of graves.
Your blood feeds the need to live.
And the passion only grows.
Waking the dead with your call.
My screams swaying against you.
Petals grasping the fallen.
Not salvation, but you will come.
Each sin feeding my hell.
Made to lie in tainted fields.
Filth seeping from my mind
Into your darkened chambers.
Beating in me to the rhythm.
A Symphony of Sin so deep
This descending staircase leading,
Into mixed insanity for two.
Where innocence died long ago.
But this Garden...
Your blood feeds the need to live.
And the passion only grows.
Waking the dead with your call.
My screams swaying against you.
Petals grasping the fallen.
Not salvation, but you will come.
Each sin feeding my hell.
Made to lie in tainted fields.
Filth seeping from my mind
Into your darkened chambers.
Beating in me to the rhythm.
A Symphony of Sin so deep
This descending staircase leading,
Into mixed insanity for two.
Where innocence died long ago.
But this Garden...
#dark
#romantic
#erotic
#death
#graveyard
1162 reads
43 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
29th Dec 2022 00:00am
29th Dec 2022 00:00am
Awakening my dead soul... (with Reading)
Among the garden of graves.
Your blood feeds the need to live.
And the passion only grows.
Waking the dead with your call.
My screams swaying against you.
Petals grasping the fallen.
Not salvation, but you will come.
Each sin feeding my hell.
Made to lie in tainted fields.
Filth seeping from my mind
Into your darkened chambers.
Beating in me to the rhythm.
A Symphony of Sin so deep
This descending staircase leading,
Into mixed insanity for two.
Where innocence died long ago.
But this Garden...
Your blood feeds the need to live.
And the passion only grows.
Waking the dead with your call.
My screams swaying against you.
Petals grasping the fallen.
Not salvation, but you will come.
Each sin feeding my hell.
Made to lie in tainted fields.
Filth seeping from my mind
Into your darkened chambers.
Beating in me to the rhythm.
A Symphony of Sin so deep
This descending staircase leading,
Into mixed insanity for two.
Where innocence died long ago.
But this Garden...
#dark
#romantic
#erotic
#death
#graveyard
1162 reads
43 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
29th Dec 2022 00:00am
29th Dec 2022 00:00am
Awakening my dead soul... (with Reading)
Among the garden of graves.
Your blood feeds the need to live.
And the passion only grows.
Waking the dead with your call.
My screams swaying against you.
Petals grasping the fallen.
Not salvation, but you will come.
Each sin feeding my hell.
Made to lie in tainted fields.
Filth seeping from my mind
Into your darkened chambers.
Beating in me to the rhythm.
A Symphony of Sin so deep
This descending staircase leading,
Into mixed insanity for two.
Where innocence died long ago.
But this Garden...
Your blood feeds the need to live.
And the passion only grows.
Waking the dead with your call.
My screams swaying against you.
Petals grasping the fallen.
Not salvation, but you will come.
Each sin feeding my hell.
Made to lie in tainted fields.
Filth seeping from my mind
Into your darkened chambers.
Beating in me to the rhythm.
A Symphony of Sin so deep
This descending staircase leading,
Into mixed insanity for two.
Where innocence died long ago.
But this Garden...
#dark
#romantic
#erotic
#death
#graveyard
1162 reads
43 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
29th Dec 2022 00:00am
29th Dec 2022 00:00am
Awakening my dead soul... (with Reading)
Among the garden of graves.
Your blood feeds the need to live.
And the passion only grows.
Waking the dead with your call.
My screams swaying against you.
Petals grasping the fallen.
Not salvation, but you will come.
Each sin feeding my hell.
Made to lie in tainted fields.
Filth seeping from my mind
Into your darkened chambers.
Beating in me to the rhythm.
A Symphony of Sin so deep
This descending staircase leading,
Into mixed insanity for two.
Where innocence died long ago.
But this Garden...
Your blood feeds the need to live.
And the passion only grows.
Waking the dead with your call.
My screams swaying against you.
Petals grasping the fallen.
Not salvation, but you will come.
Each sin feeding my hell.
Made to lie in tainted fields.
Filth seeping from my mind
Into your darkened chambers.
Beating in me to the rhythm.
A Symphony of Sin so deep
This descending staircase leading,
Into mixed insanity for two.
Where innocence died long ago.
But this Garden...
#dark
#romantic
#erotic
#death
#graveyard
1162 reads
43 Comments
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