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.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 9:55pm
10th Apr 2024 9:55pm
Cemetary Whore
She creeps around the graveyard
eyes any man that enters
lures them in with her stare
angelic beauty
demonic cutie
succumb to her craving
salacious, not behaving
mausoleum is unlocked
clothes removed, but their socks
loves the power she pulls from beyond
like a magician, waving her wand
men are fooled, time and time again
I don't need possession, as I enter her den
Scorching beauty, I want to fuck
She turns away, no such luck
She wants men who can plant a seed ...
eyes any man that enters
lures them in with her stare
angelic beauty
demonic cutie
succumb to her craving
salacious, not behaving
mausoleum is unlocked
clothes removed, but their socks
loves the power she pulls from beyond
like a magician, waving her wand
men are fooled, time and time again
I don't need possession, as I enter her den
Scorching beauty, I want to fuck
She turns away, no such luck
She wants men who can plant a seed ...
#dark
#women
#rhyming #graveyard
#rhyming #graveyard
123 reads
13 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
15th Nov 2020 6:08am
15th Nov 2020 6:08am
Upon My Grave (I Leave My Final Resignation)
I have never found a path to love
That didn't somehow end in pain
Nor a garden green enough to plant loves seed
That produces anything except for weeds
I have never known a love that's true & inspiring
One that's not just a part of my life's journey
Surpassing all and ends up as my destination
So I say good bye to love and upon my grave I leave
My final resignation....
That didn't somehow end in pain
Nor a garden green enough to plant loves seed
That produces anything except for weeds
I have never known a love that's true & inspiring
One that's not just a part of my life's journey
Surpassing all and ends up as my destination
So I say good bye to love and upon my grave I leave
My final resignation....
#love
#heartbroken
#death #graveyard
#death #graveyard
310 reads
6 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
26th Jan 2024 1:19pm
26th Jan 2024 1:19pm
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
71 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Oct 2022 4:39pm
9th Oct 2022 4:39pm
Arachnid Fantasy
Arachnid Fantasy
#dark
#death
#graveyard
263 reads
6 Comments
Phantom2426
Poem Published
17th Apr 2020 5:04am
17th Apr 2020 5:04am
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
493 reads
2 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
12th Oct 2023 2:50am
12th Oct 2023 2:50am
The Definition of Love
Are you at peace?”
It’s not far-fetched of you to ask me
in your prayers each night
and thoughts each day
The much-known concept of two lives
is swallowed by the living each year
First, when we are physically birthed
and slapped into breath;
the second when we wake to purpose
and life slaps us into a vessel
for something greater than ourselves
The lesser-known concept
of two deaths is fully understood
on this side of the veil
First, when our physical being ...
It’s not far-fetched of you to ask me
in your prayers each night
and thoughts each day
The much-known concept of two lives
is swallowed by the living each year
First, when we are physically birthed
and slapped into breath;
the second when we wake to purpose
and life slaps us into a vessel
for something greater than ourselves
The lesser-known concept
of two deaths is fully understood
on this side of the veil
First, when our physical being ...
#death
#graveyard
#memorial #love
#memorial #love
401 reads
13 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
11th Sep 2018 5:16pm
11th Sep 2018 5:16pm
a day at the office
chairs around
table.
room full,
another
meeting
waiting for
coffee,
smoke,
death,
or
something
like
that
(c ) 2018 R.R.Zinn
table.
room full,
another
meeting
waiting for
coffee,
smoke,
death,
or
something
like
that
(c ) 2018 R.R.Zinn
#graveyard
461 reads
6 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
878 reads
43 Comments
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
534 reads
5 Comments
Mrd
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 5:19am
31st Jan 2023 5:19am
we will never forget you
we will never forget you,
they say, sometimes while
the blood has not yet
been scrubbed from
the latest atrocity scene
your names will live on forever, they say,
because you are with the angels
or at the right hand of Jesus
or god needed a few more—
anything to assuage the pain,
even as the latest flower shrines
drop wilting blossoms from despair
even as the mass derangement ...
they say, sometimes while
the blood has not yet
been scrubbed from
the latest atrocity scene
your names will live on forever, they say,
because you are with the angels
or at the right hand of Jesus
or god needed a few more—
anything to assuage the pain,
even as the latest flower shrines
drop wilting blossoms from despair
even as the mass derangement ...
#death
#apocalypse
#memorial #graveyard
#memorial #graveyard
317 reads
5 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
29th Sep 2023 1:33pm
29th Sep 2023 1:33pm
Funeral of Flowers
Roses so red,
Violets half blue.
Shrubs are handsome.
and away so far are you.
Orchids so white.
Ghosts in a flare,
a lifetime is short
and soft was your hair.
Magnolias growing,
whose buds fade lilac
in the form so slender
of both your legs.
Sunflowers towering
up to the skies,
a smashing hammer
is the sun on your eyes.
Foxgloves in hedges
surround the farms.
Faces so tanned
so were your arms.
Daisies dry pretty.
Daffies in style.
My place is warm ...
Violets half blue.
Shrubs are handsome.
and away so far are you.
Orchids so white.
Ghosts in a flare,
a lifetime is short
and soft was your hair.
Magnolias growing,
whose buds fade lilac
in the form so slender
of both your legs.
Sunflowers towering
up to the skies,
a smashing hammer
is the sun on your eyes.
Foxgloves in hedges
surround the farms.
Faces so tanned
so were your arms.
Daisies dry pretty.
Daffies in style.
My place is warm ...
#death
#flowers
#mirror
#graveyard
#passion
99 reads
4 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
15th Jan 2023 11:07am
15th Jan 2023 11:07am
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
144 reads
4 Comments
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