Grave Mom Poems

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Details | Senryu |
Flowers placed on grave

showing attempts to connect

lost without my mom


Written 2015
Placed 10th in SKAT Flower Contest Theme sponsored by SKAT A

Copyright © Susan Gentry | Year Posted 2015




Details | Sonnet |
We buried her in a hole in the ground.
It was her final, resting place—poor Mom!
Shaken, I wept but my siblings were calm.
Only I appeared distraught and unsound,
overwhelmed at the sudden loss I found
too great to bear. It was like a huge bomb
had exploded in our lives—like napalm!
There I sat. My grieving tears were profound.
It had been an upsetting funeral.
We buried her on a cold, wintry morn—
all there knew their places on arrival.
Among them I wept, so tearful and torn
during the service and the burial.
In the end, I felt so dead and stillborn.




Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |
flowers on Mom's grave
like a soft, sweet northbound kiss
Her Memory Etched....

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015




Details | Rhyme |
I went to the cemetery to visit Mom and Dad.
Seeing their headstone made me feel sad.
This was the first time I've been to the cemetery since Dad died because I've been unable to drive.
Seeing their headstone choked me up because it pointed out that neither of them are still alive.
I told Mom that she was the world's greatest mother and that I love her and that I will see her again.
She and I won't be parted forever, we will be reunited at some point in the future but only God knows when.
Before I left the cemetery, I told Dad that I love him too.
I will go back to see them again and that certainly is true.

(Dedicated to Charles and Agnes Johnson who died in 2013.)

Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
Dear brother you were only 22
when the good Lord came calling for you

Water had consumed your last breath
Coroners said was a flashback from heroin and meth

I had always looked up to you
but your verbal abuse made me and the others feel blue

black hair  hazel eyes man you look so like Elvis 
imitating shaking your hips and pelvis

blisters and sores on  your young pale face
oh boy how you had fallen from Gods grace

you had a little girl right after you died
Mom always stood by her and your girlfriend's side

first Grandpa then you Dad  Mom and brother Bob
for my life now feels like I've been robbed

missed over 30 yrs of wishing you  birthday greetings
now at the dinner table there is limited seating

but every year when your birthday comes and passes
I will be there to pick your grave site overgrown grasses

I wonder what you would look like today
or even if your hair would be full of grey

I have forgiven for all you had done to me
for I hold no regrets so your soul can be free

heres wishing you another birthday greeting
as I lay this card and rose at your grave site's seating

Please give Grandpa Dad Mom and brother Bob my love
for someday I will reunited with all of you above

For now I have my own little girl
for she is my own everyday  world

I promise to tell her all about you
and how God will turn you into someone pure and new

Rest in peace my loving dear brother
heres another birthday wish I send in passion smothers 






In Loving Memory Of
My Brother Gary

10/ 18/ 48
 6 / 5 / 71








Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2007

Details | I do not know? |
He lay awake in fear
Darkness all around 
A cry escaped his voice 
All ignored the sound
Unable to fend for himself 
He lies there all alone
Cold, wet, and hungry 
Soon he will cry no more

A cold and drafty warehouse 
Is where he has to live
A mom possessed with an addiction 
No affection she has to give
She leaves him crying all alone 
To feed her inner demons
No second thought to her baby
All alone and helpless

Each night he spends there all alone 
Shivering in the cold
No mom around to protect him 
From the fear inside his soul
Many days he lies there all alone 
Rotting in his mess
Until the day had finally come
 Where there was no life left

On this earth for just a while 
He quietly slipped away
On a night too cold 
No warmth for cover 
He cried his final breath

A wasted life gone too soon
 No thought to what could have been
For the cradle has become his grave 
To rest what is left of him
I pray to God please take his soul 
And grant the life not given
Here on earth for the moment of time 
This hell where he was living

Copyright © Joshua Vick | Year Posted 2010