Poems About Graveyard by Top Critiquers
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Poems about graveyard by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Frosty Autumn Leaves
In our minds your memory burns bright
Gone too soon, laid to rest, eternally
The autumn leaves and frost
Decorate your absence
Memories of happiness
Memories of love
Long, winding roads led you home
Led us on different paths
Tangled like branches
Lost in the sound of silence
Your memory lives on in the autumn leaves and frost
Silence
You live on
Gone too soon, laid to rest, eternally
The autumn leaves and frost
Decorate your absence
Memories of happiness
Memories of love
Long, winding roads led you home
Led us on different paths
Tangled like branches
Lost in the sound of silence
Your memory lives on in the autumn leaves and frost
Silence
You live on
#fall
#graveyard
#memories
#silence
#snow
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Persephon(Eerie)
Today
your shell was planted
under topsoil
surrounded by florals
every color of spring
I thought of Persephone
descending
into a season of darkness
In that moment
I realized the metaphor
of your moniker—
the strangeness it projected
It is only in murkiness—
a lack of illumination
that seeds escape
the confines of their husks
stretching through the dark
toward a season of florescence
your shell was planted
under topsoil
surrounded by florals
every color of spring
I thought of Persephone
descending
into a season of darkness
In that moment
I realized the metaphor
of your moniker—
the strangeness it projected
It is only in murkiness—
a lack of illumination
that seeds escape
the confines of their husks
stretching through the dark
toward a season of florescence
#death
#graveyard
#metaphor #mythology
#metaphor #mythology
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Arachnid Fantasy
Arachnid Fantasy
#dark
#death
#graveyard
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sixteenth arcane
In the field of black sunflowers
the night hides.
There's a party around the bonfire
where the mystery reveals itself.
Headless rabbits dance, shadows move.
The half-breed incarnation of maleficence, with shining eyes,
walks through the flames.
Around the bonfire the night unfolds
a theater of shadows.
A newborn being drinks the tears of the red moonlight.
the night hides.
There's a party around the bonfire
where the mystery reveals itself.
Headless rabbits dance, shadows move.
The half-breed incarnation of maleficence, with shining eyes,
walks through the flames.
Around the bonfire the night unfolds
a theater of shadows.
A newborn being drinks the tears of the red moonlight.
#dark
#death
#ghosts
#graveyard
#moon
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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
Explosive Angel
Dark Angel is inside my soul
She wants to come out and play
With my heart pulling my
Freaking strings like a puppet
That she wants me to be
So I left her as dead as
a corpse in a shallow grave
With explosives inside her body
She wants to come out and play
With my heart pulling my
Freaking strings like a puppet
That she wants me to be
So I left her as dead as
a corpse in a shallow grave
With explosives inside her body
#dark
#heartbroken
#death
#graveyard
#emotions
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virus
might well be dead this time
next week I've nothing planned
next week I've nothing planned
#graveyard
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Granite Garden
Hear it in my soil
Hear it from my bed tomb
Bass cobwebs in tune
Playing chords for you
Notes written in a book
Music of my milestones
Never feeling alone
I’m the seeds of my tomb
Fixing to bloom
Words of a verse
Sung so softly
Ghost of addiction
In the Soundgarden
My blood's in the sun
In the Soundgarden
My song's in the air
But In the Granite Garden
I'm everywhere
Hear it from my bed tomb
Bass cobwebs in tune
Playing chords for you
Notes written in a book
Music of my milestones
Never feeling alone
I’m the seeds of my tomb
Fixing to bloom
Words of a verse
Sung so softly
Ghost of addiction
In the Soundgarden
My blood's in the sun
In the Soundgarden
My song's in the air
But In the Granite Garden
I'm everywhere
#LifeStruggles
#music
#graveyard
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They Sleep Unaware of the Clarion Call
in foreign fields they rested
where past dreams echoes
they sleep unaware of the clarion call
that no more pierce the silent sleepers
they fell responding to their duty
defend the nation from perceived enemies
they understood and accepted their fate
when they heed the call to arms
under the field of crosses
the sons and daughters so loved
were identified only by their name
carved on the crosses
their names testified to their bravery
they were the living walls
against the oncoming enemies
they...
where past dreams echoes
they sleep unaware of the clarion call
that no more pierce the silent sleepers
they fell responding to their duty
defend the nation from perceived enemies
they understood and accepted their fate
when they heed the call to arms
under the field of crosses
the sons and daughters so loved
were identified only by their name
carved on the crosses
their names testified to their bravery
they were the living walls
against the oncoming enemies
they...
#soldiers
#graveyard
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The Rattling Cortege
She had watched, and often,
death's rattling cortege,
visioned her own going, softer,
in a more romantic age,
and, as a stranger in the chapel,
her neighbors remarked,
" How strange, & what a marvel,
her face, unblemished, unmarked "
As the smoke from the long black chimney
(as they sang of remembrance and love)
rose, fusing her fuming body,
with the clouds, above.
death's rattling cortege,
visioned her own going, softer,
in a more romantic age,
and, as a stranger in the chapel,
her neighbors remarked,
" How strange, & what a marvel,
her face, unblemished, unmarked "
As the smoke from the long black chimney
(as they sang of remembrance and love)
rose, fusing her fuming body,
with the clouds, above.
#death
#graveyard
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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
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When looking in your eyes
At the bus station
Friday
That day our eyes first caught
the others reflection
A grayish blue
was the hue
The compassion of one that runs
to pick up a fallen companion
Behind blue eyes though
We hide our shadows
If that which is concealed
for what ever the reason maybe
Can not be discarded
then surely it shall return
Howling
Haunting
creeping
Clawing at the very essence within
Over the years watching you battle
Through the trauma
the agony
the scars...
Friday
That day our eyes first caught
the others reflection
A grayish blue
was the hue
The compassion of one that runs
to pick up a fallen companion
Behind blue eyes though
We hide our shadows
If that which is concealed
for what ever the reason maybe
Can not be discarded
then surely it shall return
Howling
Haunting
creeping
Clawing at the very essence within
Over the years watching you battle
Through the trauma
the agony
the scars...
#LifeStruggles
#rain
#graveyard #PopCulture
#graveyard #PopCulture
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