Best Graveyard Poems

There's an obscurity on the threads of darkness
dare I peer beneath the starless shroud of midnight's veil
as I walk through the misty breath that beclouds my vision
in hopes it leads me to the temple of your soul? My dearest
my comfort is there, yet I feel...

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I pass the graveyard deep in snow.
One woman at a headstone weeps
all dressed in black like winter crows

as memories in warmth she keeps.
While icicles from boughs hang low
one woman at a headstone weeps.

Still muted angels' trumpets blow
and 'cross the powder darkness creeps
while icicles from boughs...

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There's an obscurity on the threads of darkness
dare I peer beneath the starless shroud of midnight's veil
as I walk through the misty breath that beclouds my vision
in hopes it leads me to the temple of your soul? My dearest
my comfort is there, yet I feel...

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On sunny summer mornings
the myriad markers gleam 
and shimmer dreamlike
in the distance.
Visions from the stillness rise,
but only of the past,
for in this place,
time has come
to sudden end.

Glimpsed on headstone faces
in plain and shallow font
are etchings of their names.
Forefingers trace the course
of letters and summon memories,
suddenly...

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Past the graveyard deep in snow
where icicles from boughs hang low
one woman at a headstone weeps
as memories in warmth she keeps,
all dressed in black like winter crows.

Still muted angels' trumpets blow
where frost on trees like lichens grow
and 'cross the powder darkness creeps
past the graveyard.

As by...

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Across the road from new truck sales
Lay a yard filld with trucks that died
These vehicles' voice offer tales
Once on them a trucker relied

They thought that he would be companion
Their eternal guide protect them
He  took one to the Grand Canyon
He was truck's  total brain...

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Beneath the fathom’s deep, in wreckage’s graveyard
Of the forgotten, here the broken bones of ships lie still,
Covered in a forest of seaweeds greenery.
Corrosion steel hauls ripped wide open, lay against ancient
Wooden beams from vessels voyages, of long ages distant past.
Faded names, render no clues reference,...

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On the fateful day before Halloween
Dressed as a vampire queen in green
I passed through the graveyard
With all my senses on guard
When I heard a rustling mean

In horror I turned around to see
Who had the audacity to scare me
Saw an old man bending low
Chiseling his name...

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Here forsaken souls are gathered;

Gathered in night’s cold wrap of woe.

Woe to those who now are treading;

Treading the paths that lead them here.


Written June 7, 2015 by Andrea Dietrich
For the "Four Lines Only" Poetry Contest of nette onclaud
Based on visual number 3...

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You wanted me to look inside
Deep into my soul
Down there I must be careful
Not to fall into that hole
Face all of my shortcomings
Be honest and be brave
Digging up my demons
From their shallow graves
My demon of addiction
Who once possessed my life
Slain by a warrior princess
Which soon...

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Gazing into the heavy eyelids of the sun
In the sacred silence of the dusk	
Through a route obscure and lonely
I walked on until reached before a grave yard
My thoughts curled round the forgotten tombs
Where the dead remain anonymous as dust, 
And sleep dreamless through years, 
Where...

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THE CHURCH AND THE GRAVEYARD

The Graveyard stood behind the Church, 
Perhaps they are mysteriously compatible! 
Through the front door of the Church you enter, 
And with time, through the rear door you exit
and go ; 
Forever mingling with Life’s eternal flow! 

In the Church marriages...

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whistling past a graveyard
Devil may care, but I have no regard

I walk among granite tombstones
six feet below are boxes full of bones

I find myself in a dark, dark room
only to realize it's a witch's tomb

gravedigger has bodies to retrieve
on this night, Saint Hollow's Eve...

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Derelict tombstones lying at death’s door.

Contest: Six words Sponsor: John Lawless
02~22~16...

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The lighting - it was over-bright
above the table where she lay,
her skin dead cold but lovely white.
The lighting -it was over-bright,
He loved work best alone at night.
With corpses he could have his way.
The lighting - it was over-bright
above the table where she lay.

Written June 19,...

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