Poems About Graveyard Published by Members Recently Online
#graveyard
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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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
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Oct 2022 4:39pm
9th Oct 2022 4:39pm
Arachnid Fantasy
Arachnid Fantasy
#dark
#death
#graveyard
380 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Oct 2022 4:39pm
9th Oct 2022 4:39pm
Arachnid Fantasy
Arachnid Fantasy
#dark
#death
#graveyard
380 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Oct 2022 4:39pm
9th Oct 2022 4:39pm
Arachnid Fantasy
Arachnid Fantasy
#dark
#death
#graveyard
380 reads
6 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
18th May 2021 3:07pm
18th May 2021 3:07pm
Will You Remember My Sigh?
#lust
#sex
#death #graveyard
#death #graveyard
678 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
18th May 2021 3:07pm
18th May 2021 3:07pm
Will You Remember My Sigh?
#lust
#sex
#death #graveyard
#death #graveyard
678 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
18th May 2021 3:07pm
18th May 2021 3:07pm
Will You Remember My Sigh?
#lust
#sex
#death #graveyard
#death #graveyard
678 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
18th May 2021 3:07pm
18th May 2021 3:07pm
Will You Remember My Sigh?
#lust
#sex
#death #graveyard
#death #graveyard
678 reads
1 Comment
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
30th Oct 2019 4:36pm
30th Oct 2019 4:36pm
Story Poem, Nr.16 — Tales
And
dead men
tell no tales…
This is not true.
Returning as ghosts
they front the T.V News
telling a m a z i n g stories
which strangely people still believe
despite the much evidence
they are tales written by
the puppet-masters
who control them
from beyond
the grave-
yard.
dead men
tell no tales…
This is not true.
Returning as ghosts
they front the T.V News
telling a m a z i n g stories
which strangely people still believe
despite the much evidence
they are tales written by
the puppet-masters
who control them
from beyond
the grave-
yard.
#technology
#death
#graveyard
713 reads
18 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
30th Oct 2019 4:36pm
30th Oct 2019 4:36pm
Story Poem, Nr.16 — Tales
And
dead men
tell no tales…
This is not true.
Returning as ghosts
they front the T.V News
telling a m a z i n g stories
which strangely people still believe
despite the much evidence
they are tales written by
the puppet-masters
who control them
from beyond
the grave-
yard.
dead men
tell no tales…
This is not true.
Returning as ghosts
they front the T.V News
telling a m a z i n g stories
which strangely people still believe
despite the much evidence
they are tales written by
the puppet-masters
who control them
from beyond
the grave-
yard.
#technology
#death
#graveyard
713 reads
18 Comments
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