Poems About Graveyard Published by Members Recently Online
#graveyard
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
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5 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
16th May 2023 10:42pm
16th May 2023 10:42pm
As Quiet As A Worm In A Graveyard
I was sat
Within a wavering silence
The white noise
Was quietly loud
And fluctuated
Betwixt a deathly stillness
As dark as the darkest cloud
Whilst the sounds of worms
Wriggling through a graveyard
Weaving their way
Through the remains
Of the long forgotten
by Jemia
Within a wavering silence
The white noise
Was quietly loud
And fluctuated
Betwixt a deathly stillness
As dark as the darkest cloud
Whilst the sounds of worms
Wriggling through a graveyard
Weaving their way
Through the remains
Of the long forgotten
by Jemia
#silence
#graveyard
#philosophical
161 reads
3 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
16th May 2023 10:42pm
16th May 2023 10:42pm
As Quiet As A Worm In A Graveyard
I was sat
Within a wavering silence
The white noise
Was quietly loud
And fluctuated
Betwixt a deathly stillness
As dark as the darkest cloud
Whilst the sounds of worms
Wriggling through a graveyard
Weaving their way
Through the remains
Of the long forgotten
by Jemia
Within a wavering silence
The white noise
Was quietly loud
And fluctuated
Betwixt a deathly stillness
As dark as the darkest cloud
Whilst the sounds of worms
Wriggling through a graveyard
Weaving their way
Through the remains
Of the long forgotten
by Jemia
#silence
#graveyard
#philosophical
161 reads
3 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
16th May 2023 10:42pm
16th May 2023 10:42pm
As Quiet As A Worm In A Graveyard
I was sat
Within a wavering silence
The white noise
Was quietly loud
And fluctuated
Betwixt a deathly stillness
As dark as the darkest cloud
Whilst the sounds of worms
Wriggling through a graveyard
Weaving their way
Through the remains
Of the long forgotten
by Jemia
Within a wavering silence
The white noise
Was quietly loud
And fluctuated
Betwixt a deathly stillness
As dark as the darkest cloud
Whilst the sounds of worms
Wriggling through a graveyard
Weaving their way
Through the remains
Of the long forgotten
by Jemia
#silence
#graveyard
#philosophical
161 reads
3 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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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
411 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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0 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
21st May 2012 4:16pm
21st May 2012 4:16pm
This Quiet Cemetery
As a boy I'd walk my dog
On a hot and sunny Summer day
Seeking shade beneath a tree
Seeking peace within the quiet cemetery
In the Winter with my friends
We would sleigh-ride down the snowy hill
Laughing and shouting in fun
Breaking the quiet of the cemetery
Seasons changed along with me
But the secret bench was always there
Whenever escape was sought
There was peace within the quiet cemetery
The sound of snow flakes landing
Brings an inner calmness to my soul
For John Lennon's silent vigil
I traveled back to the quiet...
On a hot and sunny Summer day
Seeking shade beneath a tree
Seeking peace within the quiet cemetery
In the Winter with my friends
We would sleigh-ride down the snowy hill
Laughing and shouting in fun
Breaking the quiet of the cemetery
Seasons changed along with me
But the secret bench was always there
Whenever escape was sought
There was peace within the quiet cemetery
The sound of snow flakes landing
Brings an inner calmness to my soul
For John Lennon's silent vigil
I traveled back to the quiet...
#winter
#silence
#memories
#graveyard
#JohnLennon
864 reads
6 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
21st May 2012 4:16pm
21st May 2012 4:16pm
This Quiet Cemetery
As a boy I'd walk my dog
On a hot and sunny Summer day
Seeking shade beneath a tree
Seeking peace within the quiet cemetery
In the Winter with my friends
We would sleigh-ride down the snowy hill
Laughing and shouting in fun
Breaking the quiet of the cemetery
Seasons changed along with me
But the secret bench was always there
Whenever escape was sought
There was peace within the quiet cemetery
The sound of snow flakes landing
Brings an inner calmness to my soul
For John Lennon's silent vigil
I traveled back to the quiet...
On a hot and sunny Summer day
Seeking shade beneath a tree
Seeking peace within the quiet cemetery
In the Winter with my friends
We would sleigh-ride down the snowy hill
Laughing and shouting in fun
Breaking the quiet of the cemetery
Seasons changed along with me
But the secret bench was always there
Whenever escape was sought
There was peace within the quiet cemetery
The sound of snow flakes landing
Brings an inner calmness to my soul
For John Lennon's silent vigil
I traveled back to the quiet...
#winter
#silence
#memories
#graveyard
#JohnLennon
864 reads
6 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
21st May 2012 4:16pm
21st May 2012 4:16pm
This Quiet Cemetery
As a boy I'd walk my dog
On a hot and sunny Summer day
Seeking shade beneath a tree
Seeking peace within the quiet cemetery
In the Winter with my friends
We would sleigh-ride down the snowy hill
Laughing and shouting in fun
Breaking the quiet of the cemetery
Seasons changed along with me
But the secret bench was always there
Whenever escape was sought
There was peace within the quiet cemetery
The sound of snow flakes landing
Brings an inner calmness to my soul
For John Lennon's silent vigil
I traveled back to the quiet...
On a hot and sunny Summer day
Seeking shade beneath a tree
Seeking peace within the quiet cemetery
In the Winter with my friends
We would sleigh-ride down the snowy hill
Laughing and shouting in fun
Breaking the quiet of the cemetery
Seasons changed along with me
But the secret bench was always there
Whenever escape was sought
There was peace within the quiet cemetery
The sound of snow flakes landing
Brings an inner calmness to my soul
For John Lennon's silent vigil
I traveled back to the quiet...
#winter
#silence
#memories
#graveyard
#JohnLennon
864 reads
6 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
21st May 2012 4:16pm
21st May 2012 4:16pm
This Quiet Cemetery
As a boy I'd walk my dog
On a hot and sunny Summer day
Seeking shade beneath a tree
Seeking peace within the quiet cemetery
In the Winter with my friends
We would sleigh-ride down the snowy hill
Laughing and shouting in fun
Breaking the quiet of the cemetery
Seasons changed along with me
But the secret bench was always there
Whenever escape was sought
There was peace within the quiet cemetery
The sound of snow flakes landing
Brings an inner calmness to my soul
For John Lennon's silent vigil
I traveled back to the quiet...
On a hot and sunny Summer day
Seeking shade beneath a tree
Seeking peace within the quiet cemetery
In the Winter with my friends
We would sleigh-ride down the snowy hill
Laughing and shouting in fun
Breaking the quiet of the cemetery
Seasons changed along with me
But the secret bench was always there
Whenever escape was sought
There was peace within the quiet cemetery
The sound of snow flakes landing
Brings an inner calmness to my soul
For John Lennon's silent vigil
I traveled back to the quiet...
#winter
#silence
#memories
#graveyard
#JohnLennon
864 reads
6 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
21st May 2012 4:16pm
21st May 2012 4:16pm
This Quiet Cemetery
As a boy I'd walk my dog
On a hot and sunny Summer day
Seeking shade beneath a tree
Seeking peace within the quiet cemetery
In the Winter with my friends
We would sleigh-ride down the snowy hill
Laughing and shouting in fun
Breaking the quiet of the cemetery
Seasons changed along with me
But the secret bench was always there
Whenever escape was sought
There was peace within the quiet cemetery
The sound of snow flakes landing
Brings an inner calmness to my soul
For John Lennon's silent vigil
I traveled back to the quiet...
On a hot and sunny Summer day
Seeking shade beneath a tree
Seeking peace within the quiet cemetery
In the Winter with my friends
We would sleigh-ride down the snowy hill
Laughing and shouting in fun
Breaking the quiet of the cemetery
Seasons changed along with me
But the secret bench was always there
Whenever escape was sought
There was peace within the quiet cemetery
The sound of snow flakes landing
Brings an inner calmness to my soul
For John Lennon's silent vigil
I traveled back to the quiet...
#winter
#silence
#memories
#graveyard
#JohnLennon
864 reads
6 Comments
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