Graveyard Poems - Poems about Graveyard

Sneaking through the graveyard in the dead of night to a hidden garden in full moonlight you want to be careful better beware the fiery eyes of the scarecrow's stare if the spell is broken you open Pandora's Box and it's lights out for the jack-o-lanterns they're in for a nasty shock you have to be careful better beware the Halloween screams of your worst nightmare 'cause something's jumping in...

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A gossamer hung on the graveyard's gate. A spider clung to steel, consuming its meal. It had no need to know dinner was served late, Nor sensed ghostly keels the summer winds conceal. The owls flew on, unperturbed by midnight's scare, That made dead men howl silently in each grave, Fresh ghosts were blown toward the gate in despair, The gate creaked...

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Wailing wind soft hard and loose Indigo sins blown away by you Not everyone listens to your truth Denim days are made forever blue Soulful song sounds silvery sonnet Onyx town with a curse on it Neon prayers clash with Easter bonnet Graveyard laugh as heart is haunted...

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Do not turn back, the past is grave, Its echoes haunt, its hands enslave. The road behind is lined with ghosts, Their voices call, their sorrow boasts. Each step you take, the past will plead, But forward lies the path you need. The hands of time will twist and pull, Yet looking back will take its toll. The doors...

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kohl tombstones enveloped by mist . . . the vanished moon...

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We have turned this entire earth into a senseless graveyard through ignorance and fear, people are afraid to say YES to life, afraid to listen to the deep laws of their BEING, afraid to surrender to the direct experience of life as if to a purifying stream, remaining forever captive in the clutches of cultural conditioning that drowns...

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Tears of fears drip from all that gather A mystery lyes ahead as the coffin lowers Sleep smiles on show to see Some can’t hind the pain though so it breaks through their smiley faces After suffering & crying Comes some sort of relief that hopefully their soul has reached heaven in gods presence. Silence...

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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'm still at the same place sitting by the same old lamp where we penned a tale, a poem, a song for the ages while listening to same old music in void of your voice and the letters you used to fly from your place i'm wishing on every star for a force to come by and tell me is it over or...

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Why did you kill on a Valentine's day? She came to show you the depth of her love. Yet that same love you wickedly betray. You stabbed her in cold blood wearing a glove. She brought a box of chocolate candy... and a bouquet of beautiful flowers. She also brought a bottle of brandy. To celebrate with...

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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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Etched in Stone In the soothing serene silence of a shining summer day Strolling along a lonely alley laid in black stones Bordered on both sides with...

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MY EXISTENCE (AMY) I walk into the graveyard and see “Amy” on your stone, And know from family hist’ry you’re not lying there alone. She was not my mother but I can’t help but know I owe my whole existence to the mother there below. Amy was expecting, her first child on its way. She took a spell as people said...

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You killed me to don’t love me My life was disheveled, broken, unloved, forgotten, and cleared because the love was spiced and smelled of the smell of corpses. This fragrance is my atmosphere from your memory, the hoped lady We met on a modern train, and our love, life, and children go far away You didn’t give light, I couldn’t...

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My heart is a graveyard, Where i buried the people Who never returned, leaving me Haunted by their broken promises. The chambers carry the hidden scars, And the ashes of the wilting flowers. The haunting whispers of my heart, Were replied by all my ghost's dying past. It was a garden where grief bloomed. I sowed the seeds under the layers of...

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