Poems About Graveyard Published by Members Recently Online
#graveyard
wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Oct 2022 4:39pm
9th Oct 2022 4:39pm
Arachnid Fantasy
Arachnid Fantasy
#dark
#death
#graveyard
380 reads
6 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
8th Jun 2020 10:13pm
8th Jun 2020 10:13pm
John's Funeral
My cousin's funeral was one year ago today. John Brown was buried on June 8, 2019 at Meek Cemetery in Bean Station, Tennessee. I was unable to go to his funeral because I didn't actually learn about his death until June the 16th.
John did drugs and sadly, that's why he's dead. For any kids who may be reading, Stay away from drugs! John died at the age of forty-eight. While forty-eight isn't young, it's still too young to die. John should've had many more years to live. But because of his drug use, that wasn't possible. John started out smoking pot and eventually started doing worse...
John did drugs and sadly, that's why he's dead. For any kids who may be reading, Stay away from drugs! John died at the age of forty-eight. While forty-eight isn't young, it's still too young to die. John should've had many more years to live. But because of his drug use, that wasn't possible. John started out smoking pot and eventually started doing worse...
#death
#drugs
#anniversary
#graveyard
#nonfiction
394 reads
1 Comment
randyjohnson
Poem Published
8th Jun 2020 10:13pm
8th Jun 2020 10:13pm
John's Funeral
My cousin's funeral was one year ago today. John Brown was buried on June 8, 2019 at Meek Cemetery in Bean Station, Tennessee. I was unable to go to his funeral because I didn't actually learn about his death until June the 16th.
John did drugs and sadly, that's why he's dead. For any kids who may be reading, Stay away from drugs! John died at the age of forty-eight. While forty-eight isn't young, it's still too young to die. John should've had many more years to live. But because of his drug use, that wasn't possible. John started out smoking pot and eventually started doing worse...
John did drugs and sadly, that's why he's dead. For any kids who may be reading, Stay away from drugs! John died at the age of forty-eight. While forty-eight isn't young, it's still too young to die. John should've had many more years to live. But because of his drug use, that wasn't possible. John started out smoking pot and eventually started doing worse...
#death
#drugs
#anniversary
#graveyard
#nonfiction
394 reads
1 Comment
randyjohnson
Poem Published
8th Jun 2020 10:13pm
8th Jun 2020 10:13pm
John's Funeral
My cousin's funeral was one year ago today. John Brown was buried on June 8, 2019 at Meek Cemetery in Bean Station, Tennessee. I was unable to go to his funeral because I didn't actually learn about his death until June the 16th.
John did drugs and sadly, that's why he's dead. For any kids who may be reading, Stay away from drugs! John died at the age of forty-eight. While forty-eight isn't young, it's still too young to die. John should've had many more years to live. But because of his drug use, that wasn't possible. John started out smoking pot and eventually started doing worse...
John did drugs and sadly, that's why he's dead. For any kids who may be reading, Stay away from drugs! John died at the age of forty-eight. While forty-eight isn't young, it's still too young to die. John should've had many more years to live. But because of his drug use, that wasn't possible. John started out smoking pot and eventually started doing worse...
#death
#drugs
#anniversary
#graveyard
#nonfiction
394 reads
1 Comment
randyjohnson
Poem Published
8th Jun 2020 10:13pm
8th Jun 2020 10:13pm
John's Funeral
My cousin's funeral was one year ago today. John Brown was buried on June 8, 2019 at Meek Cemetery in Bean Station, Tennessee. I was unable to go to his funeral because I didn't actually learn about his death until June the 16th.
John did drugs and sadly, that's why he's dead. For any kids who may be reading, Stay away from drugs! John died at the age of forty-eight. While forty-eight isn't young, it's still too young to die. John should've had many more years to live. But because of his drug use, that wasn't possible. John started out smoking pot and eventually started doing worse...
John did drugs and sadly, that's why he's dead. For any kids who may be reading, Stay away from drugs! John died at the age of forty-eight. While forty-eight isn't young, it's still too young to die. John should've had many more years to live. But because of his drug use, that wasn't possible. John started out smoking pot and eventually started doing worse...
#death
#drugs
#anniversary
#graveyard
#nonfiction
394 reads
1 Comment
randyjohnson
Poem Published
8th Jun 2020 10:13pm
8th Jun 2020 10:13pm
John's Funeral
My cousin's funeral was one year ago today. John Brown was buried on June 8, 2019 at Meek Cemetery in Bean Station, Tennessee. I was unable to go to his funeral because I didn't actually learn about his death until June the 16th.
John did drugs and sadly, that's why he's dead. For any kids who may be reading, Stay away from drugs! John died at the age of forty-eight. While forty-eight isn't young, it's still too young to die. John should've had many more years to live. But because of his drug use, that wasn't possible. John started out smoking pot and eventually started doing worse...
John did drugs and sadly, that's why he's dead. For any kids who may be reading, Stay away from drugs! John died at the age of forty-eight. While forty-eight isn't young, it's still too young to die. John should've had many more years to live. But because of his drug use, that wasn't possible. John started out smoking pot and eventually started doing worse...
#death
#drugs
#anniversary
#graveyard
#nonfiction
394 reads
1 Comment
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
1217 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
1217 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
1217 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
1217 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
1217 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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