Poems About Graveyard Published by Members Recently Online
#graveyard
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
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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
192 reads
3 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
1216 reads
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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
1216 reads
45 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
1216 reads
45 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
1216 reads
45 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
1216 reads
45 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
28th May 2024 7:50pm
28th May 2024 7:50pm
the first death
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no
more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore,
for the former things have passed away.”―Revelation 21:4
the first death is the grave,
a timeless sleep
from which no tears can save,
though many weep;
fed to the cold, dark earth,
soma interred,
all fret and spite and mirth
and cares deferred.
the dead dreads not the night
nor craves the day;
nor do strange wings take flight
and soar away
to heaven or to...
more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore,
for the former things have passed away.”―Revelation 21:4
the first death is the grave,
a timeless sleep
from which no tears can save,
though many weep;
fed to the cold, dark earth,
soma interred,
all fret and spite and mirth
and cares deferred.
the dead dreads not the night
nor craves the day;
nor do strange wings take flight
and soar away
to heaven or to...
#death
#graveyard
#grief
#LifeChangingMoment
#sleep
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cabcool
Poem Published
28th May 2024 7:50pm
28th May 2024 7:50pm
the first death
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no
more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore,
for the former things have passed away.”―Revelation 21:4
the first death is the grave,
a timeless sleep
from which no tears can save,
though many weep;
fed to the cold, dark earth,
soma interred,
all fret and spite and mirth
and cares deferred.
the dead dreads not the night
nor craves the day;
nor do strange wings take flight
and soar away
to heaven or to...
more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore,
for the former things have passed away.”―Revelation 21:4
the first death is the grave,
a timeless sleep
from which no tears can save,
though many weep;
fed to the cold, dark earth,
soma interred,
all fret and spite and mirth
and cares deferred.
the dead dreads not the night
nor craves the day;
nor do strange wings take flight
and soar away
to heaven or to...
#death
#graveyard
#grief
#LifeChangingMoment
#sleep
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cabcool
Poem Published
28th May 2024 7:50pm
28th May 2024 7:50pm
the first death
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no
more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore,
for the former things have passed away.”―Revelation 21:4
the first death is the grave,
a timeless sleep
from which no tears can save,
though many weep;
fed to the cold, dark earth,
soma interred,
all fret and spite and mirth
and cares deferred.
the dead dreads not the night
nor craves the day;
nor do strange wings take flight
and soar away
to heaven or to...
more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore,
for the former things have passed away.”―Revelation 21:4
the first death is the grave,
a timeless sleep
from which no tears can save,
though many weep;
fed to the cold, dark earth,
soma interred,
all fret and spite and mirth
and cares deferred.
the dead dreads not the night
nor craves the day;
nor do strange wings take flight
and soar away
to heaven or to...
#death
#graveyard
#grief
#LifeChangingMoment
#sleep
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cabcool
Poem Published
28th May 2024 7:50pm
28th May 2024 7:50pm
the first death
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no
more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore,
for the former things have passed away.”―Revelation 21:4
the first death is the grave,
a timeless sleep
from which no tears can save,
though many weep;
fed to the cold, dark earth,
soma interred,
all fret and spite and mirth
and cares deferred.
the dead dreads not the night
nor craves the day;
nor do strange wings take flight
and soar away
to heaven or to...
more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore,
for the former things have passed away.”―Revelation 21:4
the first death is the grave,
a timeless sleep
from which no tears can save,
though many weep;
fed to the cold, dark earth,
soma interred,
all fret and spite and mirth
and cares deferred.
the dead dreads not the night
nor craves the day;
nor do strange wings take flight
and soar away
to heaven or to...
#death
#graveyard
#grief
#LifeChangingMoment
#sleep
137 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
28th May 2024 7:50pm
28th May 2024 7:50pm
the first death
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no
more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore,
for the former things have passed away.”―Revelation 21:4
the first death is the grave,
a timeless sleep
from which no tears can save,
though many weep;
fed to the cold, dark earth,
soma interred,
all fret and spite and mirth
and cares deferred.
the dead dreads not the night
nor craves the day;
nor do strange wings take flight
and soar away
to heaven or to...
more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore,
for the former things have passed away.”―Revelation 21:4
the first death is the grave,
a timeless sleep
from which no tears can save,
though many weep;
fed to the cold, dark earth,
soma interred,
all fret and spite and mirth
and cares deferred.
the dead dreads not the night
nor craves the day;
nor do strange wings take flight
and soar away
to heaven or to...
#death
#graveyard
#grief
#LifeChangingMoment
#sleep
137 reads
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