Grave Poems | Examples of Grave Poetry

Far from this place, Where peace escapes, He ran, lost in the race, No one cared for his fate. Death's beckoning touch, Drew him near, His grave, a sanctuary, Where mercy did appear. All he had, a distant memory, A broken story, filled with...Read the rest...

Am I really this old, so many ghosts beckoning? —Michael R. Burch Sleepyheads! I recite my haiku to the inattentive lilies. —Michael R. Burch Stillness: the sound of petals drifting down softly together... —Miura Chora, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The sky tries to assume your eyes’...Read the rest...

These are poems about sinking, poems about drowning, poems about loss, and poems about new discoveries we sometimes make while feeling lost... Sinking by Michael R. Burch for Virginia Woolf Weigh me down with stones… fill all the pockets of...Read the rest...

Chasing illusions I lived my life turning ghosts into knights talking to walls carrying inside a strong need to be liked. Jessica ...Read the rest...

KNOWN JUST TO GOD AND ME ...Read the rest...

Isn't this all I wanted? But why do I still feel haunted? Flashbacks echoing in my mind, Stop it now, just leave those memories behind. This residential terrible memory lanes, Runs through the veins in every part of my...Read the rest...

Why did I have to silence my brain Thinking it would alleviate the pain, If only that hair trigger had paused ... Now look at all the troubles I caused Forget the moment the last breath drew The people who...Read the rest...

Beneath the moon’s haunting silver sheen, Where whispers of cold night winds convene. In dreams’ labyrinth, we’ll intertwine, Amid shadows cast by the pale moon’s sign. Across the veil, our spirits entwine, In a macabre dance, your heart in mine. In...Read the rest...

Don't come, do not come Do not come to my funeral Do not come to my burial Stay home in a quiet room To read my God-given poems Be inspired and turn them into songs. You were absent in my life When...Read the rest...

there’s a lady dressed in rags and robes she’s slowly skulking by the stones of names and dates and faded mark as mist and crows guide through the dark she’s looking for her grave a single bell helps set her...Read the rest...

The Hypocrite The Doubter hides behind religious guise, Mistakes the raven for the pigeon in darkened skies. His words beguile, twisting my skeletal fancy into a deceitful smile, Espousing, “Darkness must be exposed by light”, all the while. Release the...Read the rest...

Natural death licking aims Now our bleach seasons heirs And the pubis of public lore Intrauterine spinning blue dream cream Roils rushing a rock star’s semen searching For golden lands of rum and sable ladies eyeing Blown ear-drum truth percussive Hand-grenade...Read the rest...

Jesus was dead There was no hope Disciples' dread How could they cope? Christ crucified It was all o'er Crowd stupefied Death they deplore Messiah killed What more was left? Dreams unfulfilled All felt bereft Laid in the grave Still Saturday Some sign they crave To pave...Read the rest...

Sitting on a sinking stone bench overlooking headstones overgrown by bramble and bush, I listen to weak whispers of sad spirits who await release to the other side. gentle chimes pleasing tones scattered to the winds dark shades search...Read the rest...

“We may think of freedom, not as the right thing to do, but as the opportunity to do what is right.” ...Read the rest...