Unhallowed Poems | Examples

Graveyard

Graveyard

I arose, my eyes open, though it was not what I chose
Eyelids rotten, which did not close
Forced to behold, a fate unforetold, 
merely whispered by the foolish and the bold.

An unhallowed grave, a darken tomb.
Awakening within the deathbed of the reapers womb,
To that familiar scent, of a loathsome doom,
Which unto my senses, which although dim,
Declare a darkness which crawled without limb
In a land of the dead, ghastly and grim.

Vistas macabre and morbidly new
Instilling fears that continue to brew,
Feelings that within me doth grew,
If not due
Towards visions of thyne fellow dead, now risen anew.

I struggled and limp from that darthly crypt
Naked, cold, forlorn and stripped
Of coherent thought, nor simple articulation
Confused in the delirium of a harrowing anticipation.

I know not where I am.
Tremors signal the birth of the unseen,
I am lost. I know not where I've been.

I know not time, nor place nigh destination,
If not certain of that chronic sensation,
Drowning in the certainty of an ethereal damnation.

2023/02/23 
'Writing Challenge - G Words -'
Constance La France

The Morgue Necropolis

Laid naked and bare,
Dilapidated beyond repair,
Deeper within the dark bowels of ruined Ultair,
Whose ruler is a Litch,
A city rises from a darken phosphorous pitch
of shadows and mists of unhallowed portraiture
whose sights are akin to visual torture.

Where evils forgotten lie in one's peripheral,
perpetuating fears begotten and ethereal.

Do not fret and be a fool.
Lest you forget what may beguile.
For what dwells here, of those curious shall lure;
Creatures whose countenance spell the very essence of fear,
whose residence unwillingly endure.

However, so I say, you would be wise to obey,
To never venture into the night,
of this foul blight,
not a city.
Wherein darkness consumes the most radiant of light without pity.

The Cardinal and the Rose

No deity on heaven and earth gave repose,
When each rose petal fell heavy like monsoon rain,
The day he abandoned his sweet fragrant Rose

Buried on unhallowed ground, on wanton rows,
With her unborn fatherless child, she was lain,
No deity on heaven and earth gave repose

Ardent promises made beneath smiling crows,
Like bright coloured rose petals drowned by dark grain,
The day he abandoned his sweet fragrant Rose

Below hanging baskets of Babylon, two hearts chose,
Their Garden of Eden where her true heart was slain,
No deity on heaven and earth gave repose

O' How he prayed, guilt stricken for the divine and his Rose, 
Giving out absolutions, his spiritual domain,
The day he abandoned his sweet fragrant Rose

Strolling past orchards, his holy regalia flows,
The rose petals wither promptly and bright hues abstain, 
No deity on heaven and earth gave repose,
The day he abandoned his sweet fragrant Rose

Date: 12/01/23

The Cardinal and the Rose Poetry Contest

Sponsor: Craig Cornish

Demons Roam Free

Descending on this night, a foul
darkness falls like the Reaper's cowl.
And shadows conceal the undead,
instilling the living with dread.

On Halloween, demons roam free,
while ghosts go on a haunting spree.
And ghouls claw their way out of graves 
as walking dead and zombie slaves.

As their silhouettes stalk the gloom,
black cats and witches share a broom.
And while vampires morph into bats, 
Jack-o'-lanterns get gnawed by rats.

Werewolves howl, snarl, yelp, and grunt,
evil's on the prowl, on the hunt.
And Hell opens on unhallowed ground,
where creepy crawly things abound.

Free Diving

In superhuman ability or the golden ring sought 
filling the lungs to capacity into the waves besot 

Faster and deeper into the depths sleek as if born to this world
Seeing what few will ever as around its denizens swirled

Diving off an undersea high rise of stones  not trodded by men
my own breath becoming troubled she dives deeper and deeper again

Sprinting  alleyways on the seas floor between walls cut precisely by time
Or chiseled by The will of God a workmanship sublime


The danger of becoming so fully entranced must remain uppermost in mind
As to aid in the returning to the world of the land breathing kind

Unencumbered free flowing soaring leaping in a single bound
how does she talk herself into returning to this now unhallowed ground

Awash in this world without chaos quieted by purpose of thought
Off the wheel off the chain this my friend can't be bought

Watch it yourself see what I mean live it through the fearless eyes
Of a free diver plunging into the surf to traverse it's watery skies

The Final Act

Is consciousness different than having a soul,
reflection unhallowed—eternity trolled

Does the magic within us begin and then end,
finite conscription—one lifetime to spend

And if unrelated, then what lies between
what we feel and we ponder—perchance then to dream

Till that final unveiling where death at last shows
the truth of the matter—that nobody knows

(Villanova University: October, 2020)

Skeleton

Thin Kin
by Michael R. Burch

Skeleton!
Tell us what you lack...
the ability to love,
your flesh so slack?

Will we frighten you,
grown as pale & unsound...
when we also haunt
the unhallowed ground?

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Thin Kin

Skeleton!
Tell us what you lack ...
the ability to love,
your flesh so slack?
 
Will we frighten you,
grown as pale & unsound ...
when we also haunt
the unhallowed ground?

U - User

Unveil the unpleasant
The ultimate urge, an ulcer in today's urban undertaking
Unavoidable but still unmasked, underlining an unrealistic utopia for the unhappy
The unappreciated upgrade
Utilizing uppers to untangle from their upsets while the unpopular upload to upscale and unite
The ugliest kind of uplifting in our upbringing
Unconscious upstairs or just unaware
An ultimatum uttered upon the undermined for a brief untrustworthy unification of self 
Unable to uproot from the unlimited upas-like upheavals used and yet undiscovered
It is urgent we unearth this unhallowed use of unfamiliar utensils
Undo the unruly sense of uselessness and uphold ourselves from this unrelenting universe
Utmost ungratefulness and unconscientious uproars underfoot could lead to an unfortunate union with your urn

Wolf V's Sheep

WOLF

Sheep just follow - never question why 
Straight into the slaughterhouse to die

Have in them not to become the sleuth
If one never questions what's the truth

SHEEP

Our understanding ignorance as to why 
Gives the pastures until it is time to die

Whereas you - always hunted, no deny
Rest not you under the unhallowed sky 

Indiana . . .

Change

Perfidious eyes in shadow forsake me,
I Shun celestial dawn,
Tainted by thine fatal kiss,
It persuades me, unhallowed,
undone.

Laid on a bed of stone in mire,
Impurity enthralling the beast within,
Thirst takes on new desire,
Crescent moon heightens new sin.

Arisen from ash and roses in wilt,
Breath takes its leave, one last exhale.
Not a single drop of pure blood is spilt,
New ravenous urge as my old self fails.

I lay dead yet awake,
My eyes open for this first time,
A feeling like no other enslaves me.
No creature can evade me,
The world in wait is mine.

Fallen Angel

As forked lightning strikes on earth's unhallowed ground,
    Night-times dark sullen stormy skies highlight, 
    A fallen angel, who, was once divine.
    Cast out from heaven's, pure eternal light.
    Such elegance, arrayed with fine black lace,
    Her jet black hair, enhanced by raven coloured wings.
    Alluring temptress, seeking mans embrace.
    As seductive siren, gently playing their heartstrings.
    So perfect , yet she fell from grace
    When Lucifer; her unrequited love  betrayed.
    Now earthbound creature, spurned by Satans curse,
    She must obey, and join the Devil's masquerade.
    Sweet perfume's fragrance from her scarlet rose,
    Intoxifies, and casts young love beneath her spell.
    When lovelorn suitors sell their souls for paradise,
    By morning light soon realise, entrapped in Hell.

     8/ 12/ 2017.

A Sonnet To Growing Older

A Sonnet To Growing Older

My heart now speaks to me of ageless things
 Of solitary walks down country lanes
 Of quilted calico with simpler schemes
 Unhurried times, a pause, as quiet rain

 In memory drenched, the budding heart reviews
 Her nightly liaisons in twilight realms
 Illusive childlike carousel renews
 Majestic pensive thoughts and hopeful hymns;

 With joy rekindles ! Magic carousel
 It moves round and round in measured beat
 Bewitching power of music sounds compel
 The ageless ones to rambunctious retreat !

 Unhallowed fruit of age-
 My heart can sing !
 Redeeming time to catch the brass-bound ring

Death In Poetry

 Was he wrong to suggest
“All poetry, in a way, is about death.”
He was in such earnest
I was obsessed with that research

One may write of the loss of family:
Usually a parent, more unusually of a child
Then, too, families are lost voluntarily:
Divorce, foster homes, sibling rivalry gone wild!

Another may write of an aborted career
The miseducation of his or her youth
A “calling” may be from God, or less clear
Alas, hate and scheming, are part of this truth

Yet others may chisel out a poem, or ballad,
With haunting memories of a land far away
Of lover hung, exiled, drowned. More hallowed and sacred
Is your own love lost, shared … or unhallowed matrimony

So, there I had it, a monk weeping over lost purity
A maiden having valued not her virgin birthright
Are losses, or deaths, mediated by individuality
Even seasons gone, is a temporary death and flight

For in the grand scheme of things – I say Abba-Father
The seasons do cycle back on no man-made, circular invention
All things teach, preach, - are good, says the Creator
If love makes room for love of the Author of Resurrection!
© Anil Deo for 20170402

Nocturne

I am everything - though, unevenly so - that I need to be,
It is with that realization that I can begin to move forward,
That all the pieces are there just waiting to be sorted,
Picked up whether soundly or ironically,
And placed just in the right little spots,
A picture perfect on an imperfect life,
But in these milliseconds stolen by light and shutter,
Stare back stories and reasons for a goal,
Yet reached far from now or then away from when,
When the mirrors shatter and the fractals shine,
In eyes open tight against rays of burning sun,
So weave me a moment to burrow down deep,
Among the flowers of burials sake,
Atop a chisel and a golden head hammer,
The epitaph worn down with the file of harsh winter,
But not to be awarded reprieve from my solemn nocturne,
Not to be unhallowed in vain or the bane,
Of this once now the final night.

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