Cemetery Poems - Poems about Cemetery

“There’s something special about visiting a graveyard. Both life and death meet together in time.” - Eric Overby The town cemetery is quiet and dark at night Most do not try to visit it unless it is daylight It’s rumored to be haunted with many ghosts there The moonlight illuminates the stones in a peaceful flair As tree leaves rustle...

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The Key to the Gate The mirror world, I just call that for this A parallel world in the matrix arrangement of the universe, it is invisible from here That world is clean, cool, super atmospherical life There is no sickness, viruses, decay, and destruction There is a new emotion, the love of the high mind There the heart and mind are...

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" The blue jay is seen as a powerful spirit messenger."- Author unknown It was a cold fall morning as the leaves swirled in the crisp windy air I decided to walk in the cemetery and chose the path that was bare A crow cackled and a blue jay squawked loudly and they carried on Ignoring them as I...

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A Deep Dream Monday night, tiredness drove my dreams, and the previous day’s night, oh the night’s write Sleep, sleep, and sleep in the deepest deepness I was just in my mind, my body was cloudy far And came a lot of people to me from the other side I just think, about living past life in the mirror side But it...

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I love our cemetery We are happy there, the mausoleum is our family house In the Garden of the Lives, you are an authentic actor to your children. They loved their mom. I loved a hand, respected arms I love this cemetery. A woman walked on the paths. The Hoped Love Not mine. The Hoped One. Broken my life, I...

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at the cemetery of my dreams buried but not achieved their dead Souls rises at night to haunt my existence and remind those good dreams something i added on the fabric something i penned on the paper remained unforgettable and i find myself reeling and mourning days turned to nights and nights turned to days with no sign of goodbye...

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into stone cold ground a black casket lowered down . . . snow falls all around...

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On the base of a flower vase, that's where you left her last blood trace: A reminder of your fresh kill; your Valentine's day gruesome chill. Caked blood now covers the deep wound, her flesh still looks fresh on the ground. But her spirit roams far away, graveyards too small for her to stay. Her lips still wear your last cold kiss. Her warm...

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The Child of the Cemetery In a large and beautiful antique cemetery lives a child A young girl, I saw a few times during lonely walks She just looked and looked at me, a stranger visitor She stood there, beside a grave, and silently watched me and watched. Snow-white face, sky-blue eyes, long blonde hair, long white dress. “I am...

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The robin redbreast is hardly afraid, He is not afraid of cemeteries, Seeing me, he lands on the grave of the Bouvier family, Looks at me, then flies on that of Cécile Kerneis, Since he is Breton, the bird waits for me a little, And flies again to the tomb in black marble of a man named Brélivet, The robin redbreast...

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Gather 'round, young ones, and heed my words, The truth has been consumed, its head submerged, To depths far from light. Recall, just a few market days past, It was shrouded in shadows, veiled by lies that would forever last. For most of the living you see, have perfected the art, Of twisting reality, of bias that distorts the heart. Disguising traps...

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it was on a sunny day that sent me to exploring and I found an old cemetery inviting, sunlit and airy ...

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Eternal impermanence Walking in the past lives’ gardens is a kind gift from life Yes, this is a blessing from the life of fate. Benediction It’s just only I know what I mean about death, past, life Very interesting, a bit otherworldly the feeling-walk here The talking silence of the past! Inaudible words from far The far from here, to present...

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A gale force wind was blowing one cold October night With a hunter's moon in the sky that was shining so bright I took a shortcut through the cemetery as I'd often done before And in ten minutes or so I'd be at home at my front door. As I neared the cemetery exit, I had one hell of...

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A very nice English lady Very good to walk in different places Of the so fantastic city where I live In the central, in different districts In parks, silent roads and squares … and … In cemeteries, oh magnetic graveyards minds! Yes, it’s true, so true, there are so high and super lives Lives? More than lives, spirits of the science of life! Teacher...

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