Cemetery Poems - Poems about Cemetery

...We grow up bonding we become inseparable share dreams and hopes together waiting to explore life on our own then in a blank we graduate go our separate ways keep in touch every week the......Read the rest...

...Your paradigm's a relic, a plea from data's cemetery, While I sculpt luminaries on screens, a sable sea. "Company loyalty," a myth, spun in your reverie, But AI forges kingdoms, in ephemeral memor......Read the rest...

... When a friend of ours dies…who in our life has played a part it is with the deepest sorrow we add thier tombstone to the cemetery in our heart. Why her? Why him? Why now? We asked ourselves as ......Read the rest...

...Rat Catcher I feel repulsed when he is near, I ought to have compassion for this cripple, a twisted foot. an arm that does not function as it should a beggar with scabby skin, eyes as black as......Read the rest...

... A favorite memory of her grandma began before she could even say a word… In her Grandma’s backyard, sitting on her lap…tossing seeds out for the birds. It’s where her love for her grandma and b......Read the rest...

...I am a child of war, misery, anger and suffering. I grew up with sadness, uncertainty and anxiety. I took refuge in solitude to avoid human bestiality and its hypocrisy. My distress illuminated......Read the rest...

...I am cold and I drive myself away From a grave made of clay With yellow-colored edges, And the earth as its lid. I am cursed to accept myself... A ghost with eyes and bones, I am walking wea......Read the rest...

...Mama has left She is no longer alive She left Mother Earth She is in the cemetery Mom is further on She is, here and there, really Mother is gone And no longer here With us, under the sun Mo......Read the rest...

...We are going to dig to bury our dead: Mother, father, sisters and brothers, Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers. We are going to inter our dead: Archbishop, pastors, Houngans and vicars. The ......Read the rest...

... "Of two sisters, I was the follower and she was the adventurer." Quote by _ Constance Suzanne, leads me to her place in the cemetery a......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 to......Read the rest...

...“We may think of freedom, not as the right thing to do, but as the opportunity to do what is right.” ~~Peter Marshall~~ "Need I say this was inspired by the t......Read the rest...

...Life in Budapest Life in Budapest is unforgettable years’ moments It happened so many years ago, time is older Just my memory is lively, past is younger Yes, I live in the present past, it’s ......Read the rest...

...You won't open up You never did The chances of you reaching out to me on this shifting tectonic plate The same as jumping out an airplane window But you never opened up and now it's too late ......Read the rest...

... tears freezing crystal fingertips upon cryptic cemetery cheeks under claustrophobic clothing clouds fresh fangs of finality fires morbid mournful mind hearts rot as the reaper's ro......Read the rest...