Best Churchyard Poems

Twas darkness upon the quietly residing heath...
And deathly was the sullen red sandstone tower...
Standing gloomily inside the masons dry-stone walls
Amidst toppling granite slabs and the faded, wilting flower.

Solemn was the chime of the hollow, mournful bell
When tolling out on midnights grimly sombre  hour;
And thinly...

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Hullo, folks!
Do you hear me?
You didn’t hear me when I was dying.
At least hear me now, when I’m dead and buried.
I am, as you know, Jinesh, 
Buried  here—in this churchyard at Poonthura,
Buried on Sunday—
Like Solomon Grundy!

I did hear you when you were crying—
During the...

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The clock is striking twelve;
A breeze begins to blow.
I hear a heavy tread:
Someone I used to know?

A hand upon my arm;
I dare not turn around
(Remind myself that graves
Are dug in holy ground).

The fingers bite my flesh;
A stench envelops me.
I ask, ‘Who’s there?’ and turn,
But no...

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The dainty hills surrounded a level slice of earth
Where cocooned in times’ misty distance 
Ancient gathering concluded that this flat gift
Would provide home for their number.

At the physical, but no longer spiritual centre,
Of the village, was an old country chapel
A monument to a bygone age
Sparsely...

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The sun stole behind the spire
As shadows strolled
Along the rows of flowers.
Every bouquet,every blossom
A blessing.
Every posey,every petal
A promise
For a brighter tomorrow.

Half way along a line,half in prayer,
I paused on a poem
As an older couple behind me
Read to one another.

Somehow I asked them
How they felt
In respect...

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Long grey stone around the Church
festooned with ivy 
and marked with lichen.
Marking its perimeter.
Long lines of ancient yews
closing it off from our world.
The Church stark, forbidding.
Its Norman tower against the sky
but abandoned bereft of worship.

Down in the Churchyard
the graves are old and scattered
and all round...

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in a churchyard
the pink dogwood
sheds it's blossoms...

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I love to visit the church; to wander in the graveyard…
Flitting fleet-footed amongst the copse of corpses, 
The grey stone groves of death – 
I love those humble long-suffering tombstones,
They rear their bleak blackened heads towards the eternal sky 
And remind me of the redeeming...

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Ah! To be buried in an old English churchyard
With the dark green ivy and wild roses
Where the sweet nostalgic aromas hill the air
And the church bells ring their clear tolls

My soul with the LORD in heavenly glory
While my aged weary body rests
Under the soil of...

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Sitting snugly on a smooth,soft slope
Surveying  a stretch of sea eternally still
That moment memorialised in my mind
As the sun- sinking silence soothes the trees 
Stand the monuments to shrunken lives.

The plots define within strict limits
The tales of beings whose remembrance 
Provides what amounts to...

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Shall find some space upon this yard
It is just a matter of days, 
The inmates here will give no room
For they are stubborn in their ways.

Fit in here is a task I must
Though I have not the faintest clue, 
Of how on earth could that...

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Crystal dewdrop jewels pendent from leafless Hawthorne
over snowdrop pearls and early golden buds of daffodil.
A blackbird upon Sparrow, Peggy Gladys does adorn,
while morning light accentuates the name of Mitchell, Bill.
I look behind, my footsteps in the dew a path have worn,
past Throwers by the row,...

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This high, half-hidden, churchyard
Where coldness and rain find a home
And the nightfall is welcomed at twilight's end.

The lament of the deafened, defining the dusk,
And complecting its blanket, a chilled shielding shroud ~
A poet lies sleeping alone in her cot.

But verses are silently wrested away
Brilliantly noiseless...

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Walking through the churchyard, eerie midnight, 
Totally overcast sky, didn't want any spooky fright!
Always considered myself tough and brave
Why getting a shiver looking at the graves? 

Why is mysterious moon shining so bright? 
Are those ghosts and goblins…wandering in sight? 
Hear werewolves howling, and gnashing...

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eerie uncanny
                                empty churchyard sinister
         ...

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