#graveyard poems on Hello Poetry

Peter Garrett 6d

I don't want
To be forgiven
I wanna walk to
That graveyard by
The black forest
Kiss Myrtha and
Dance with the
Willis until
I'm dead

Based on the ballet 'Giselle'... and in my current state of mind.

#forgiven #graveyard #blackforest #dance #willis

Jack Groundhog Oct 17

The urn

A-walking through the foggy wood
I found a Roman urn
It marks what seems a noble grave
but its fate took a turn

It lacks a name or token word
to tell just who lies there
It blankly stares right back at me
without the slightest care

The puzzling urn says naught to me
I sit in somber peace
and then the answer falls in place:
it’s a grave for all deceased

For all the nameless of the past
the memorial stands here
The grandest grave that ever was
Unsung now sung I hear

Inspired by an unmarked grave topped by a Roman urn, seen in the forested overgrown Southwest Cemetery of Stahnsdorf near Berlin

#transience #death #graveyard #anonymity #remembrance

Psychosa Oct 2022

Graveyard

The first night we met, we walked through the graveyard.

Our blood coursed through our veins
as we felt the lifelessness surrounding us.

Tombstones followed us on every side,
reminding us of our mortality.

The world was asleep
as we basked in the glow of the moonlight.

We spoke of the glimpse of the life that we have left.

I took you to a solemn grave.
Alone it stood
while the others were cast to eternity with another.

Hidden and out of sight,
we laid on the ground,
reminding us that we too shall one day be six feet below.

But as the moonlight shone on you that night,
no longer did I feel so alone.

The graveyard is my solace,
a dwelling for my solemn soul.
But as we laid on the ground,
no longer did I feel the imminence of death.

For with you,
I feel the beauty of life.

#love #romance #death #graveyard

birdy May 2022

Ethereal Woman

blue bells for eyes
her name was a song
that made the graveyard hum
for the dead became flushed
her beauty reminding them of life

#ethereal #beauty #angel #death #graveyard

cleann98 May 2022

monoliths.

there's just something about
the stillness of these stones
that sings me to tears—
     today is august 5, 2026...
     today is august 5, 2026...

so screams the years of
layers of dust encrusting
the petrified earth; lonely,
rid of her supple footsteps
to graze and wipe it clean.

like the stagnant roots
that seem to have given up
creeping to grasp for any
foot to cling to or touch
i can only stay so still...
     knowing oh so well
     everything we touch
     turns only to soil.

i could act myself a fool
greeting barren outcroppings
only to the reply of my own voice
hoping that the once green grass
would once again bloom
to the bliss of my welcome—
     but i'd rather settle for silence...

instead of crackling leaves;
stepping, all i heard were
my shoes against pavements,
failing to muffle the cries
from underneath my feet.

*someday, somehow
i will make it so
these lands will know
soft rains once more—

something i wrote before my life just started shutting down~~ partially inspired by he short story 'there will come soft rains' by ray bradbury (hence the august 5, 2026 thing) and mostly just from he rush of feelings i had imagining how my now abandoned childhood home (where the ashes of my mom, dad, grandpa, and grandma are) back in the province looks like when i would eventually return there...

this poem means a lot more now after visiting there last month for the first time in two years since the pandemic began and yeah ._.

#maison #home #graveyard #save #earth #memories #reminisce

birdy Apr 2022

You're Gone

A soul's vacant shell,
under newly upturned soil.

#soul #death #graveyard #cemetery

N Dec 2021

Endlessly

Love,
you should have kissed me
before my lips started to bleed

You should have teared me apart
before my flesh turned into
a graveyard of longings, for you

But I promise you this:
No one shall touch me
after you, not even I

My aching body,
my worn out mouth,
my fever-burned eyes,
my hungry heart,
and the rest of me
is yours for a lifetime

Though these words
strangle me to write,
you do not long for
me as you once did

I do not know who else to be
if not your lover all-night long—
Endlessly

#love #promise #longing #graveyard #hurt #ex