Best Cemetary Poems

Pencil is bitten, tooth marks marring, but the paper is still empty. The clock shows quarter to one, I need to leave at three, what to write, what to say. He was a friend, but not close, I never really knew him, and his death...

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Pine Trees in the Cemetary


Pine needles shiver in the frigid February air
Sunlight streams through the old tree’s huge arm branches
Casting light onto the frozen ground blanketed in snow...

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Obsessive, compulsive, special words...
to describe the way she copes.
Some like me have racing thoughts,
for others, it's locks and soaps.
I wish that mine were more physical,
and not so much in head.
I'm tired of waking every morning,
to that same internal dread.
Most enjoy the yellow, blazing sun,
but I'd...

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The swan in the cemetery looked so out of place
in such a depressing location to see such a symbol of grace
a mystical message engraved on a level of hidden depth
a breath of fresh life, hidden amongst the death.
as i watched the swan pace between the...

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Cemetary Turned Into

The next thing before we all knew
Cemetery ridge had turned into
Never understood what this meant
There were tombs near a monument
So sad and lonely was silent view.

Jim Horn

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Day they open the cemetery gates
On the grounds I shall lie
Upon the sky!! who is that waits?
Is this the day I die?

My nerves frozen, the world over
In a glimpse I'm really gone!!!
Am I dreaming? drunk? or still sober?
Why? wont I be here the next dawn?

It's...

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She is standing alone under the street lamp,
The light reflecting off her hair, 
The steam mists from her lips
She doesn’t notice that I am there.

So I pause and watch her leaning on the fence,
Lips and cheeks blushed crimson.
Crystal snowflakes glitter all around her
And light up...

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Dark fixed at night to fright in deep consciousness flight

Gone in desperation quick fix to hide inside pain
In heated pleasure silenced to a slow pitch
Slowly
In fetters sought with creatures among lines drawn in features

Cemetary

Dark in dusk who do we trust
Blackened stench in negate trench
A trance...

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Halloween in 16 lines of Rhyme 10-16-24 
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Halloween Graveyard


Light intones the creeping darkness
Fallen leaves scrape broken paths
Distant footsteps, heard in semi-darkness,
Wail and weep on incensed footpaths.

Growing shadows blot out twilight
Darkness descends -a deathly pall –
Stone angels watch the hallowed night
Tangled weeds grab like black rainfall.

An...

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When animals find a place to die,
do they look for a place of comfort?
Or perhaps they look for a place
where no one will see them dead.
Maybe they want to be alone
with themselves, to judge their life,
like so many people do.
Maybe they just want to find...

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'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,
One enters through the world's door till strikes four,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,

Chaos and Havoc, the demons twins be,
Guardians of Hell's Gate, watch o'er worlds door,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,

Loosen from...

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The black ravens’ peer deep into the darkness; 

Bracing upon cold marble and granite stone, 

Beneath the ghostly moon's shadows in starkness. 

Gray as gray, the ravens’ mock upon its groan 

Absence of light and nostalgic clandestine. 

Bleak night and nothing more wreathe the granite...

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cemetery not cementary…
although, i see how you might think of this
chiseled rocks, carefully crafted crypts
no. this is the place where we come to bury
where we visit all we miss
i remember seeing you – again, my heart rips

rigor mortis came and went
boxed, lowered, blessed, interred
unnoticed tears...

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november gale
nudging gate ajar
eerie cemetery 



posted on February 11, 2019...

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The quiet hills of a silent cemetery beckon
I look its way as I pass by 
as if hearing the murmur of voices
I imagine the many lives cut short
And broken hearts left behind
I reflect on life so fleeting
And meaningless strife
As I walk by it strikes a...

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