Cemetery Poems - Poems about Cemetery

Calling Death Just sitting in the room. Cold air comes from the window Dawn woke me up from the cemetery. Great early lights Calling the eternal life. The clock has stopped. It’s time The heart is still beating. So fast. Pain and pressure inside Need to change, change the time. Passed years. It’s global All this life has gone away. A...

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across the festival of grasses I ran through the view of various booth and attraction run by locals and those aged faction along those sneaky foreigners with imprinted aliases rolling my bike seemed to bother with their necks closing in leaning towards my upward chin read as arrogance, instead as an evader invader of their land shattering their drinking glass yet still manage to outclass...

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The Missing Ouija Board An Unholy Whodunnit in Verse I summoned ghosts at midnight’s glare, At Cemetery Gate—with snacks to spare. We were just spelling “B-U-R-I-E-D” when—Zap! The Ouija Board vanished... like a ghost on a gap. Who stole my Ouija Board from cemetery?! Was it the undead... or Karen...

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I travelled hours, hours and hours. The rusty ornate gate groaned, a path hued green moaned to me, as the trees whispered and wept. Then, I stood at that cold grave, of my loved ones deep engraved. After . . . I let my grief weep ! ...

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Get too close and i tend to push away Come real close and ill be prayin that you stay ion fk with these hos from them i breakaway my phone look like a funeral all these dead bod-ays contact name the tombstone revisit text like a grave walk thru the cemetery alone wish some of them stayed where they are is unknown some of them...

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Your Remembrance A time, just a time, lived to you in his heart, passed age, this love Age, nothing remained, an empty marble tablet in a cemetery park Your path walk is late, didn’t you see? Worn, unreadable letters On the stone, all the noble sentences were addressed to you, only But, but someone is waiting for you. In...

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The Gates of Hades today I visited your Grave my love I wasn’t sure if you noticed this cemetery is in a Godforsaken place the knobby old weeping willows lend a Ghostly tenor to the site the wind blowing through the trees makes a Groaning sound or perhaps it is just my imagination I am still Grief-stricken since that time ten years ago when your soul...

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There’s an old, abandoned pet cemetery hidden near the woods At the end of desolate dirt road far away from neighborhoods It’s rumored to have a haunted grave, where apparitions appear at night Among the many old ghostly statues that during the day is a peaceful sight Eerie cries at night and groaning sounds are rumored to be heard Many...

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Calmness bids me as grief strives to cease Enabling sincere thanksgiving-prevalence Midst gloom, hiding serenely still while Exemplifying grace under pressure... yet Tears cannot anymore control their fall Exposing prayer of my heart for closure Recognizing heaven's victory over death* since Yon the grave is eternal bliss with the Source of life. *1 Corinthians 15:55-57 O death, where is thy sting? O grave,...

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A field where the departed rest, Some have toiled on this earth and given their best. We bring flowers as we mourn for those we've lost, Grieving deeply, our hearts feel its cost. A field where silence drowns the noise of the day, The soul has passed through the last...

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“The cold stones of cemetery inscribe in emptiness the petrified story long forgotten” – By Poet The grey sky was gloomy as that of my morose mind, as I pushed open the rusted gate, entered the sprawling cemetery. I stood still in front of the grey stones in rows, some large, some small, in columns, some erect, some...

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"Some believe they must earn a life in heaven.unaware heaven is already their home" ~ CayCay Human life is striving for joy while saturated with busy bits of an emotional seesaw, its movements leave traces in so many places, our goal seems pre-disabled. So, it is that despite emotional throes we seek fulfillment over and over. As God's...

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“Death is the last chapter in time, but the first chapter in eternity.” – Author unknown Life Lived, now- departed. Souls gathered at - cemetery graves. Spirits now free, and at peace. To rest. Death ...

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The family plot’s on cold pavement and hidden in grass, but warm with familial heartbeats. Otherwise, the dead become spectrals, fearsome at midnight. —by poet Cemetery Thoughts, Some Grave Not dark and scary, slightly sunlit. walked the pavement, not like the unknown’s sentry, but still deliberately, in this quiet almost public space, a location hidden from me, though I stood right where I am now - over...

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[Verse 1] Well, hello there, Romeo — didn’t hear you knock Waltzin' in like love ain’t got a lock You've got big dreams and a borrowed car And a fistful of daisies like that’ll get you far She’s got your name in her diary heart But I’ve seen boys like you come apart You think you're chasing paradise and lace But you’re one...

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