Grave Nature Poems

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Details | Free verse |
Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.

Copyright © Jen Franks | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epitaph |

 I've heard roots digging underground for me'

 they need my concentrated pain to blossom

 in whispered scent of angels bringing Spring

 and pure white Hope of finding ageless Love

Copyright © iolanda Scripca | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue |
She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror

Copyright © Bill Kim | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.

Copyright © Eternal Victor | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Can I catch you
Can you stay?
Forests at wood
There we play
A gentle hand 
That fixed the dress
Brushing tears back
Saving stress
I can not bare
The oaken wave
Only memories
Can I save
I miss your hair
And what it covered
More than a mind
God knows I loved her
The ghost I knew
She rests away
I can not catch you
You can not stay.

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haibun |
Watch and listen carefully.
There, do you hear the stirring?
Wander over and move the bracken
see the hedgehog scurry away,
now fat and sleepy

Tall pines are waving
as the gentle breeze blows
branches are dancing

Aromatic scent of their wood
floods the valley, everything
smelling so fresh from the tang.
Birds sing out in happiness
perching high up in the canopy.

The mighty oak who's
heavily laden acorns
crash down to the ground

Squirrels quickly gather them up
to store for winter hiding them
in hollow trunks and small cracks.
Then tuck themselves up
in their dreys to hibernate

Horse chestnut ripens
swelling up in fruition
kernels taste so sweet

Now the hot chestnut sellers
stand by their braziers
toasting the nuts
passing them out in
brown paper bags,
watch the child tossing one
from hand to hand
impatient for them to cool

Ash stately stands guard
over the silent churchyard
no trespassing here

Well tended graves
nestle under its canopy
crosses and angels standing watch too,
a quiet place to come and reflect.

Yew so poisonous
keeps the animals at bay
protecting the graves

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
You think you’ve gone just far enough,

I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again

You think you were careful but,

I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form

You think you can find a way into my good graces

I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume

You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents

You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win

Don’t underestimate me

You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing

You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down

My eyes took too long to adjust

Better late than never

It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours

My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep

Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet

Then I thought about the mess it would make

I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own

I was not weak, but I had a weakness

A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care

No longer

Now my heart is a stone so heavy

I could kill at least two birds at once 

Being the nice guy is a thing of the past 

Thanks for freeing me of that softness

You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things

When really I had just been swallowing razor blades

Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong

Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you

If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run

Your gonna be the one with tired feet

I’m not sad anymore

Just sick with the plague of your lies

Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss

Even angels can make themselves wicked

When we do, we take no prisoners

Still think I’m a game

This one is just beginning

Copyright © Alexander Schwartz | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

     Sun hindered sultry earth, wet mound of mossy growth, 
       Cast to my grave way too early, untold secrets held by oath.
     My cross bearing name, years untold, vines they wind, 
       Loved ones, lost souls crying, constrained, I’ve left behind. 
     Placed six feet under, to reside, by wronged eternal shame, 
       Respect shallowly given, bare tombstone, initialed name.
     Unkempt, desolate, outskirts, socially banished bed I lay,
       Once disclosed, a man’s untold secret, during night times fallen day.
     Provoking sudden panic, with “vulgar lies” by fortunes truth, 
       “Prove it” flame torches burned, sovereign citizens, absent ruth. 
     Those ideas came and went, a mistake, to share such knowledge, 
        A frightened small town life, unjust powers screamed abolish.
     Unleashed a fears throne devil, tied up “witch”, my smoke stack burned,
        Inherited genes my sisters gathered, a unions threat, conversed they learned.
      A gift of genuine beauty, I’ve stood behind these sorcerers lives,
        Through times suspicious husbands, to life’s ‘all knowing’ cautious wives.
      For my sisters they kept quiet, by sustained years, their families grew, 
        Long lived our families secret, a blood lined “witch”, for all she knew.
      Overgrown vines for years have passed, Salem nights as they have changed, 
        Life’s seasons, predicted secrets, no longer provoked by fears deranged.
      For these vines is all that’s held me, natures embrace casted shadow,
        Death speaks, my lingered voice, unspoken truth will not forego.
      Not ruled by judgements nature, for in me their roots have grown.
        Unseen, my weathered head stone, dressed in vines, I’m not alone,
      A child’s future, my leaves unraveled, jaded visions to them I give,
        My torture speaks, a hidden tombstone, the Salem witch in you, I live. 

Over grown with Vines- Poetry Contest
Dated 10-04-2016

Copyright © Chelcie Darling | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Clinging desperately
A lone leaf
On an autumn branch,
Enduring the cold winds that blow
The breath of winter,
The darkened skies,
The bare branches of a skeleton tree.
One more push and it will fall,
Swoop down in all glory,
To paraphrase life's forgotten misfit ideals
No matter the tenacity of the leaf,
How strong its stem holds,
Falling is fate,
And rotting is
Among the others
Engraved in stone.

Copyright © Aidan Dufaux | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
I awaken with languid eyes gazing at the passing dawn.
Strange light rays hover over ancient graves
Jestering- tormenting souls
Where spindled wildweeds grow
And sway over a dull domain, and
Under clouds with nimble fingers accusing...
pointing down. They pause to sit-
Brittled, splintered, to take a breath
Waiting to sweep unbright fields
Of rye and corn.

Now standing, they float away
With the rays sighing in blustery winds,
Gusting like torrents from the north
Spilling thorns and stems
Around the livestock- propped and tall
Like sentries who do not know nor care.
Horns lowered to eat what's left
Grazing, tails swishing, numb to silverdrops
And firebolts, blazing in the background.

The old woman turns in her tomb,
Facing downward- blind to the squalor above.
A twitch of finger
A thumb
A toe
Stretching, as the worms rest in soft shells
Inside sallowed orbs. Then in a flick- a flash-
Tumbleweeds hurry to leas now stitched
In rusted cathedrals, wrestling with directions-
Scurrying to settle in barbed wire, leaving
Old bones in yellow dust.

Copyright © Dana Young | Year Posted 2016

Details | ABC |

Dead person does not harm 
Or love any one
Why people scare of them!
After death

Surgeon knows dead person 
Does not oppose
While dissects corpse

Difference between the dead
And slept is
One can speak
Another cannot.

All know this irony fact
Even cannot trust in that

Like in cinema role remains apart
People in life perform vast
With a fact along belief of act

Thus the life rolls on rolls on 
Until fate defaces task

So in time keep with tact of nature 
And forget to fear with dying act

Surgeon knows dead person
Does not oppose 
While he dissects corpse.  

Copyright © Deepak Chalise | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
You'll see that in time
When the skies fade to gray 
I'll be seeing you 
When you squirm away 
But baby 
You'll be writhing back one day 
Because you're on a rope 
Attached to your neck 
Attached to my feet 
Got nowhere to go
Got nothing to see
So baby
Come back to me 
Sit on the steps 
In the alley alongside 
My contortionist brain
Take off your slippers 
Off with your berry beret 
Take off your witchy attitude 
It will all be OK 
You were under my spell 
Listen to what I don't say 
Nothing will be this way
As the sky fades to gray 
All goes away
All goes away

Copyright © Christian Fuller | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |
the old grave…
unwanted tare adorning
my own epitaph

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006

Details | Verse |
The brightest green and dullest grey –
The colours of the cemetery.
The ancient yew tree, centuries old,
Still welcomes all into the fold.

The rich and famous, cheek by jowl
Co-habit with the village poor.
Now all are equal in this place:
Past members of the human race.

Old ivy rises from the grave;
It seeks the light, its soul to save.
Consuming letters one by one,
It clings and creeps towards the sun.

With bold inscription fading fast
The master mason looks aghast.
But who was Walter, where is he ?
He’s shrouded in obscurity.

A churchyard is a dead city,
Remembrance of mortality
And yet, despite the fading flowers,
The wren and robin here find bowers.

The blackbird’s sweet soliloquy
Drifts gently from the rowan tree.
Away with death, decay and strife,
Here is a sanctuary for life !

Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2014

Details | Blank verse |
On the road of the death

On the road of the death
Flow of that preserved cycle
Sleeps in the sunny day
Feeling need to take rest for today

Establishment of energy and power
Coincides meeting in conference
Invention and discovery of real elements
Leans towards table's face
Moment of silent kicks 
Through the glasses of the vulture eyes
There is need of findings then
Pertaining in the mixture of science

Aim and achievement jumps towards
Velocity while takes nap 
In the beauty of retired and lone
Success awakes in the mid of clap

On the road of the death 
All turn into grey and white
Matter fatter everything cool
Cooking silent in oven race

A song in the wind was whirling
Solidifying shi: shi: with trees and cloud
Far in the west gimmicks of hopes
Dipping down coloring red

On the road of the death
Cries of the black holes lamented
No one can guess 
Power of the bigger's test.

Copyright © Deepak Chalise | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |
The tree with its half-dead, half-alive leaves,
The erratic flights of the swallow-tail,
The coarse, but peaceful, bed of dried-up grass:
It's late winter in the cemetery.

-Pin Dew (03/05/2017)

Copyright © Pin Dew | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |
In the mountains, 
where the berries grow;

Hides a treasure, 
some friends may know;

Among the summer flowers’ leaves,
Are golden treasures such as these;

If I could choose where I will lie,
When it is time for me to die;

Then let it be a quiet place, 
That these fair beauties yearly grace.

Copyright © SE Harvey | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
 The Cradle To The Grave 
The Cradle To The Grave 
From the cradle to the grave                         6 
they come ideas to minds                    5 

heart translates ideas                            3 
to words poem does become                5 

A Krish Poem 
Krish has a rhyming scheme of 6 5 3 5 
in India this verse is found 
only at the CHARLAX website 
a new religion is founded

Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2007

Details | ABC |
In unthinkable death how do you carry
yourself ?
An intimate dialogue with death
Fearless, undaunted .
I admire your grit.

One thin blade, one silken noose
but you want to face the bullet
straight in your heart.
The death should come instantly, because you
want to be witness, your head falling with

Why did you chase death
whistling on the beach,
taunting the eccentric sky
like muted revenge.

The grave will be too small for you
Your legs sticking out.
Lime burning your eyes.
Turning back the grave diggers may
not like to face your moved earth !

Satish Verma

Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2008

Details | Imagism |
Flurries blowing from the east,fine and dry
Drift across the fields and in silence lie.

American doublet form

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |
Don't lay the plucked flowers on my grave
for,I am not at all alive to crave
I don't want my name to be engraved
for,it had long since been waived

Stack the colorful flower pots on all corners
Sow some grass seeds round the borders
Also plant the flowering green creepers
Let them adorn the place as decors

May the flowers smile throughout the years
and let timbre of smiling flowers reach the ears
of the dancing butterflies and let them appear
and gracefully dance with full of cheers

On the center of the grave, fix a big bird feeder,
may it enthrall the blabbers and baya weavers
Also dig a small pond that is about ten meter
and fill in the pond with crystal clear water
Let it be used as the ultimate thirst quencher,
quenching innocents thirst and there's nothing better.

No need of tombstone and epitaph to honor
My grave shouldn't be a place of horror
Listening to the nature's songs at my place
my soul will ever rest in peace

Copyright © Supraja Kannan | Year Posted 2017