#graveyard poems on Hello Poetry

MdAsadullah Jan 2016

Austere, aged trees standing since years.
Shrubs, grasses and wild flowers abound.
Similar in appearance, grave after grave.
Serenity everywhere, tranquility surround.

But matter is different from beneath the earth.
Serenity is just an illusion beneath the skies.
Let not the perpetual calmness deceive them.
All those who look with their worldly eyes.

Their deeds accompany them in their graves.
All alone the dead ones never dwell.
Grave is but a garden from gardens of heaven.
Or it is just a pit from the pits of the hell.

#hell #dead #grave #garden #heaven #graveyard #pit

Pauline Morris Jan 2016

No Eternal Sleep

The moon beams glistens and bounces off the cold gray tomb stones
I glide silently between them, I let out a few soft moans

The moon's so bright it throws shadows off all the leafless trees
Their bony fingers reach out and dance in the breeze
At every stone I carefully read each name and date at either end of the dashes

Everyone of them, their lives where nothing more than flashes
Like the flickering flame of the lanterns glow
Their life away from them just flowed

My midnight stroll was almost over
Knowing they where all at peace under that cover of clover
I looked on their last resting place with wistful eyes
This feeling of wanting couldn't be disguised

As the wind whistles and dies
The north wind crys
A cold chill runs through my spirit
Voices surround me, although I don't want to hear it

For I'm just a vapor, a mist
Miserable in life I slit my wrist
Now I'm a simple ghost
More restless than most

I lift my head to watch the midnight flight of the raven
I feel so cheated, death did not even offer me a safe haven
Death would not let me lay peaceful in the ground
But pointed it's bony finger, and said "go roam around"

Sadness is still my existence, just a different plain
Still the same old sharp dull pain
I'm a restless ghost, flames being held to my feet
Now when you catch sight of me among the stones you'll know why I weep
Because for me there will never be that eternal sleep

#pain #ghost #graveyard #agony #moans

Christina Gotsina Jan 2016

The Doll

A doll was tattered and worn
Made with white porcelain
And tangled white hair;
worn out from despair.

Sitting in a graveyard,
Nowhere else to go.
Leaning against a tombstone.
A place she cannot leave alone.

And the snow begins to fall
On her tattered silken dress
Thinking of what she once had
A soul like her that she called "dad"

Nothing to be heard for miles,
The silence is almost dreary.
The only sound you hear is snow
Not even from the ground below.

A small knock she hopped for
A small sign of presence.
But the heavy snow fills the space,
Until it covered the dolls white face.

The forceful wind began to blow
the piercing cold hurts her so
An icicle falls from her eyes of blue,
This was the moment she finally knew.

She realized he couldn’t speak
That dreaded disease had made him weak.
All is white without a trace.
She closed her eyes for one last time
As she felt his warm embrace.

#sad #father #dark #winter #snow #doll #graveyard #tombstone

Steele Nov 2015

Graveyard Calling

It's a futile world that
we're living in, babe.
It's a slow death I'm dying
through living in shame.
It's a broken dream I was sold
in the gutters.
It's the despair in the night time
when I weep for my mother.
The tears that sting me like whips
till I bruise,
broken dreams of tomorrow
choke me like a noose.
And I'm desperate and depressed
and can't fight the pain.
I'm ugly and worn out,
wish somebody would be my *******.
'Cause it's ******* your own when
you can't stand yourself.
Death seems so sweet when
living is such hell.
Who would catch me and save me
and stop me from falling?
Who would stay by my side
when I hear the graveyard calling?

Who would hold the bucket while
my blood drips it full?
Because I'm too weak - corroding
as I wait for love like a fool.
Give me your body just
one more time.
Just a little taste for the memory,
a kiss and I'll be fine.
You're the only one who made me
feel like a figure.
Now I'm just a cipher,
my life's a gun and you're the trigger.
So release yourself and end me
and stop me from falling.
Be the one to turn me to ashes
when I hear the graveyard calling.

When the drugs wear off
and the thrill is gone,
you begin to realise
you can only hide from yourself
for so long.
As life patiently breaks you
with each passing second,
and blinds you with fear
until you've lost all direction.
Death is a quiet street when
from a tower you're falling.
When your screams fall on deaf ears and you feel your soul crawling.
All this time it's me
who they've been ignoring.
I'll have to stand on
my own when I hear the
graveyard calling.

#love #heartbreak #suicide #depression #life #pain #death #tears #calling #graveyard

Swords and Roses Nov 2015

Dreamscapes

I walk into a hospital and the hospital is a graveyard. A doctor stands with his back to me, performing a ballet autopsy on a bluish barbarian. A single salty droplet falls from the bluish barbarian's head and there is a tremor in his hand. "He is alive" I whisper. "Stop doctor, stop," I say but the doctor doesn't listen. I keep shouting louder and louder until I am making a huge racket. A skeleton nurse shushes me. I scream and the doctor jerks, his graceful movements broken. He turns to me and his glacial eyes take over my mind, stripping away my layers until I am barren, exposed. He speaks but his voice is a wolf's voice. A wolf's voice isn't like a human voice, it is *******, harsh. "Look what you've done" he growls. "Now it's impure. It's weak." I watch as the bluish barbarian becomes dozens of tiny screaming beetles. Then he is dust and the graveyard is an urban labyrinth. "You stupid thing," says the doctor but the doctor is now an ant. I laugh and walk into the labyrinth but the doctor-ant follows me. "Shut up" I say and I laugh and I cough and I walk into the phlebotomy lab and break my skull on a glove. "I told you" says the ant and it walks away and I cry.

A prime example of why you shouldn't let me near word generators.

#ashes #dream #strange #wolf #random #surreal #doctor #graveyard #autopsy #hospital

Sam Hain Oct 2015

A Consort of Viols

A consort of viols plays an air
    Over a slow descending ground.
A dirge depress'd and darkly fair,
A consort of viols plays an air
Within a graveyard ruin'd and bare.
    I list and love the gloomy sound.
A consort of viols plays an air
    Over a slow descending ground.

O.O

#sad #death #thoughts #music #ghosts #graveyard #halloween #viols

Preston Oct 2015

Confession

My sole confidant
In my darkest times
While everyone else is asleep
Is near by the church
I grew up in.
He played trumpet -
They carved that in the stone
They placed in the earth,
Nearly a month after he died -
3 days after I turned 13.
It rained that day.

#depression #death #friend #confession #graveyard #chuch

cyanide skies Oct 2015

back

"Tell me what it's like," he started
unsure of where it would go.
She took the right turn up at
the graveyard and said to him, her hands
on the steering wheel
drumming away to a Led Zeppelin song
"To be so close to death, you mean."
her voice was like matter-of-fact static
on a frequency too far away
for attachment.
"No," his voice wavered
and his eyes focused on a fixed point
somewhere above the mausoleum
that loomed before them
as he said with brevity
"What's it like to be back?"

**

#death #night #drive #graveyard

Tex Dermott Oct 2015

The Henhouse Zebra Part II (10w)

The farmer collapsed graveyard dead upon seeing the tiny zebra.

*More to Come….

#dead #10w #graveyard #zebra

AM Sep 2015

Graveyard

Here lies our broken spine
buried along with our cries
when we were chained and tied
under the evil azure sky

now we shall marked them
with tombstone of pride
for life had trained us well
and victory is what's left
for us to tell

#love #poem #poetry #life #motivation #graveyard #victory