Headstone Poems - Poems about Headstone

... If l were ever to get a tattoo I know exactly what l would get Small yet with mammoth meaning One without regret My husbands favourite number is six My sons is two Mine is eight So this is......Read the rest...

... I Friend, whatever brought your life to end had no appetite for mouse flesh, nudged your small gray body on its side with a thorough sniff and left your corpse exposed on the asphalt path, ......Read the rest...

... I have come to a crossroad in time knowing I should let go of the past but I keep recalling many things sublime and I must now reflect on a grief vast as storms shake the ocean o......Read the rest...

...After I'm buried in a common grave, simply marked by a grey headstone made of granite, no human voice will rave; isolated as in life: I won't condemn fate! Death is the end of everything held ......Read the rest...

...Shooting my classmate’s brother (that war within a war) I sat next to him at The Point still targeting him sure More than blood will flow this day memory also dies As honor sells its soul in va......Read the rest...

...She watched the demolition team enter her old school. In the next few days it would be raised to the ground. The end of an era she thought, Christ, it was depressing. Suddenly a thought entered her ......Read the rest...

... Media Tabloid Vixen. You seem to speak as if from the grave, a crosswired rig of McGyverse psyops in a disguised Ministry of Truth Museum Mausoleum. Report with vampires of halitosis, ......Read the rest...

...1) The wind teased the waves, diffracting the civil twilight. A crimson lily has shed some petals, staining the cobblestone path. Thoughts meander among memories - a fresh headstone in the lee. ......Read the rest...

... Summon your demons, devils, and wraiths, visit moments of hurt and loss. Replay what might have been, wrestle with regrets, Do “if only” scenes haunt your past? I follow the faint ribbon of s......Read the rest...

..."A rolling stone gathers no moss." What am I So stationary now Is there moss growing I hope not It will come soon enough Upon the headstone Help me dear, Lord To get strong......Read the rest...

...The face in the crowd Walking through time The church on the hill That day Etched forever in silent loathing No word, no reason, long, long, gone Fifteen years The face, older ......Read the rest...

... Another loved one has too soon been taken from me. Bereaved, now I sorrowfully speak in subdued soliloquy Consoling myself with solemn prayers, I try not to weep. Div......Read the rest...

... Pretty Molly Malone, she likes to drink alone, and wants to be the next Hemingway. Writes down every word, that she has ever heard, but never has anything to say. Well good Reverend Rob, afte......Read the rest...

...My weary eyes have yet to see The threshold of eternity But with the moon and stars around My heart and mind and spirit bound Then on my headstone there will be A glimpse of my humanit......Read the rest...

...He puffs in the nightly brume His noctambulous proclivity He calls it, a force of habit Something automatic Tonight is especially morbid Atrabilious even As he hunches gaunt Over her headstone......Read the rest...