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Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: abuse, dark, grave, hurt, pain, psychological,

A Glowing Treasure

A GLOWING TREASURE

A glowing treasure of her beauty’s might,
attractive smiles of pretense to beguile
the fervid passion cast in darkest light
to please the eager touch of lust so vile.
A brittle façade hiding secret scars
with fairness shadowed by disgraceful needs,
regrets of past her fervent brilliance mars,
her semblance pacified by evil deeds.				
Mischance to shameful acts of virgin sin,
her heart’s appeal replaced by frozen zeal
to hide aside an empty love within,
her morbid secrets never to reveal.
A soul a sacred labyrinth of pain
her life in tatters with her future slain.

23rd July, 2018
Your Finest 2018 Sonnet Poetry Contest, sponsored by Mark Massey


Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, celebration, eulogy, faith, farewell, grave,

Eden

-Eden's Ending Eulogy-

Proceed here today, Eden's Ending Eulogy 
Gentle gracious her garden, the guidance 
I can't recall what was with the warm, sincere smile, and sunrise 
Lost at ease and clarity.......I Sleep! 
Forever In Peace, this dark, damp den, coffin will do
at last, a parting powerful, reunion and resting resort
    Amen


~SKAT~

Poem Details | by Tim Ryerson |
Categories: funeral,

Grave-side Service

weather-beaten sign
driven down in dying weeds
forsaken headstone
oh nameless, forgotten soul
the Savior knows who you are

Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: absence, death, devotion, grave, loss, miss you, spiritual,

Eternal Breath

I think about you, every single day,
Since from me, you were taken away,
Your absence has left my world cold,
Now I am alone, with no hand to hold.

I wish that I could bring you home,
So that your soul, shall need not roam,
I hope that you were given white wings,
To fly amongst, where the angel sings.

Within my heart, your eternal breath,
Shall now linger on, even after death,
My love for you shall never cease,
So, may you always rest in peace.







Written by: Kelly Deschler  

Gautami Phookan's contest - The Poet III

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For Gail Angel Doyle's contest - "Eternal Breath"


Poem Details | by Panagiota Romios |
Categories: bereavement, grave, husband, loss, love, memory,

TAPESTRY OF LIFE, AN ELEGY





             Tapestry of Life


In the still graveyard overlooking San Francisco Bay.
Her husband's young body doth rot and in profound 
silence lay.

Overlooking that city, where he married his young wife.
Who now recalls the beauty of his all too short, vibrant life.

The many walks on those heavenly hills, the poetry they read.
The coffee shops of North Beach, alas, their aromatic memories
So dreamy in her bowed, widowed head.

She stills dons her inexpensive, gold wedding ring to this very 
minute.
And when she touches it, all the magical love they shared~
still sings in it!



            December 28, 2019

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: beauty, cute love, grave, humor, obituary,

I Found a Girlfriend

Took me the breath of all my life
A soul mate who could consume my heart wither a smile
I found that Gothic girl after dark
A little to late to consummate
I lie in waiting with a dead round smile
Empty eyes and a lot of guile
I found a girlfriend even if late
We lie together
Frigid is our state

Poem Details | by Mary Oliver Rotman |
Categories: death, destiny, funeral, grave, ocean, sea,

Pemaquid Point Elegy

Scatter my ashes at Pemaquid Point,
Let the wind sail them home to the sea.
Cradle of life, be my cradle in death,
And set my spirit free.

Sun will warm the daylight hours;
The lighthouse illume the night;
Waves provide rhythm and gulls give voice---
Music to ease my flight.

Eternal rocks will form my tomb,
Sand my quilt shall be,
Protecting from shipwreck and raging storms,
And I’ll become one with the sea.

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: beauty, funeral, gothic, grave, heartbroken, introspection, longing,

The Butterfly Dance

Dance
Between the granite stones
Of the dead
Long ago last breaths do part
Memories seeping in dirt
Black birds and magpies
Lace and knots
Lingering thoughts
Swaying too and fro
Insane

Dancing 
On top of the dead
Lover is all but gone
Butterflies shown
That life flies on
As shadows rest
Upon ones breast

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: gothic, grave,

The Graveyard - Visual 3

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

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angst, art, french, grave, holocaust, murder, remember,

Blanc comme la neige

White like the snow

Ice stiffened limbs
Reaching out
No saviors about

Snow flakes in the wind
I reached and reached and reached
Towards deaths cold hands

Never to see her again
I looked down
Wine of bloods holocaust

Flowing from my hands
Unto the devils abode
Whitest of Pyrenees days

I died beside her departure
Railroad tracks empty
Bloodless heart
Ashes black
Butterfly born

Poem Details | by Andrea Rose |
Categories: angel, dark, death, death of a friend, farewell, grave, suicide,

Angel of Death

Angel of Death,
Cloaked in black.
With black scaled wings,
Upon her back.
Angel of Death,
Coming for me.
As soon as I sleep
Then dead I will be.
Taken by the night
It swallows and consumes me.
Now I am the angel
And death becomes me.

2003-2004
7th Grade

Poem Details | by Rene' Brady |
Categories: black african american, brother, confusion, death, depression, devotion, family, forgiveness, music, people, sad, sympathylife,

Moon Walk on Your Grave

Moon Walk on Your Grave

A life begun in stardom,
now, ending up in shame.
Relentless media, cruel world,
who then is there to blame.

A sadness inside,
no tears on your face.
The pain all but over,
mass confusion erase.

In wonder we watch,
can a life be explained?
Can't surface your agony,
under facade you remained.

Let's focus on the talent,
musical joy that you gave.
In peace now I pray,
moon walk on your grave.

© Rene' Brady 2009

Poem Details | by Charlie Smith |
Categories: grave, memory, remember,

Beyond A Name



     With pride to boast when gnarled in vines
     that seek to take as nature's own
     this citadel of time will be defined
     more than just letters carved in stone

     Though time and tangled growth obscures
     truest course of meaning now laid to rest
     honor held most sacred from love endures
     upon this face were such intentions prest

     Proudly this guardian of life's measure stands
     a post to which nothing else would ever claim
     that beckons pride with hushed commands
     mysteries held to know beyond just a name

     Overgrown With Vines Contest
     Sponsored BY Broken Wings
     09/26/2016

Poem Details | by Daniel Turner |
Categories: grave, Lullaby,

While They Dream

Down an old country lane
Void of fortune and fame
Lies a cemetery long forgotten
Overhead, song birds nest
Lullaby those who rest
While the trees weep tears of cotton

Neath a blanket of vines
Hand woven by time
Old stones with weather erased names
Angels and crosses
Marking loved one's losses
Now trellises covered and stained

The loyal trees stand guard
Over the old graveyard
Like sentinels guarding their queen
As the vines slowly creep
Covering those who sleep
Embracing them while they dream


  original poem by Daniel Turner

Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: grave, loss, love, mirror, miss you, rose, sad,

Mercy, a sonnet

Is this then all there is now, only me
And all there is now left for me to do 
Cry ‘mercy’ to the unforgiving sea
And bury all the love I had for you
Beneath the sorry roses in the shade
Of yew trees, in the graveyard, by the wall
Let tenderness and fondest feelings fade
Until the day there is no you at all
Within my mirror, only empty sky
And tumbleweed across the arid ground
No answer to the question of my cry
Just silence; oh my love, in you I found
A heat too sweet and gentle to forget
Have mercy on me, love, don’t leave me yet

© Gail Foster 2016








 



Poem Details | by Warner Baxter |
Categories: evil, fantasy, grave, halloween, mystery, scary,

Whistling Past A Graveyard

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

Poem Details | by Dalia Shahein |
Categories: death, depression, destiny, funeral, grave, sad, spring,

My funeral

Clear blue sky came to witness my funeral , decided to not throw any tears or any stones
Came to say goodbye to me before earth analyze my bones
Down in the river they are drowning my sins , my demons , my guilts

 Sea shattered down his waves , asking them to give me some peace
Asking angels not to trap my soul , no ...but to get it release
In the God heavens I'll regrow my soul

I'm not dieing nor alive
And no killing disease to fight so I can survive
Just killing thoughts which is controlling my fate and my path

Poem Details | by jack horne |
Categories: death,

Forgotten Grave

The name no longer legible,
Eroded, lichen covered slate,
Dead flowers in a broken pot:
Who rests in this neglected state?

For Susan’s Forgotten contest

Poem Details | by Danny Stinson |
Categories: death, loss, lost love,

At Your Grave

Silence: All I hear when I call out your name. Snow envelops me and snuffs out my flame. Gone is the light with which your name can be read, I think I hear you, but it's all in my head. I'm deep in the woods where no songs can be heard. I am the only one here, and I speak but four words.

Poem Details | by Nigel Fox |
Categories: sad

Dancing on a Grave

A jump a skip and a jig perhaps 
I shall steel myself and I will
Dance on her grave

Mystery no forgiveness as time has passed
But my promise made and I will
Dance on her grave

An oath made as a wilful young man
Older now yet still and I will 
quietly 
Dance on her grave

Poem Details | by Lyn Church |
Categories: america, anger, bullying, death, life, philosophy, political,

Grave Society

Society's dead
Digression came with costs
We are digging graves

M. Lyn Church 
August 2, 2013

Poem Details | by SOHOM GUPTA |
Categories: death of a friend, grave, grief, sorrow, sorry,

THE GRAVE SAYS NOTHING

I can't forget my beloved one
Whose fate now lies in a grave,
I remember him at every moment
Of his company I crave;
But the grave says nothing.

Day after day I stare -
At the grave with wistful eyes,
Hoping that Lord would answer my pleas
And my beloved would rise;
But the grave says nothing.

Many tears I shed
That fall on my feet,
Each day I come to my beloved
To plead;
But the grave says nothing.

I wish from my heart
That he would rise,
And I fix on the grave
My patient, eager eyes;
But the grave says nothing.

Finally, I forget him
I go on my way -
But, ever silent, my beloved
And the grave lay;
The grave ... says nothing.

Poem Details | by Jessica Highstreet |
Categories: day, death, grave, halloween, moon,

Halloween Moon

The Celtics called it "Samhain",
The day the Dead are seen.
The phases change their faces,
Like the moon on Halloween.

10/9/15

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: family, loss

Nearby Dale's Grave

Two fawn stood beyond Dale's grave and fed on fallen acorns. A doe, then a second deer haltingly drew near. One buck hung back where grass met woods, head raised, watching. . . like my dear brother - apart from family, yet not too far away. For the Ten Lines Poetry Contest of Heather Ober

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: mother son,

By My Grave

By my grave, soberly you stand
this bleak and barren winter's day.
Some flowers you hold in your hand.
Will you have anything to say?

Or will you - as always - silent be?
By my grave, soberly you stand.
So few kind words you'd had for me
when my hour glass ran out of sand.

Little from you did I demand,
and love I gave you from the start.
By my grave, soberly you stand.
Love has to be there in your heart!

I think about your childhood years
At least a few of them were grand!
You speak! In your voice I hear tears!
By my grave soberly you stand.


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