Grave Peace Poems

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Details | Terza Rima |
The wings beat against the cage 
in an urgent frenzy tormented never defeated 
within this half twilight zone of slow crawling time held victim 

The allure of consequences nevertheless feeding the flames 
where conscious thought and lucid emotions die 
slowly singed away remains at the bottom rung 


The wisest transaction is the covenant never made and openly denied
decadence should never be answered once a pulls so strong
becomes injured with pride in alacrity's foretaste for knowledge

Where even the wind no longer breathes urgent 
madness with passions trait as the grand tempest storms 
steamily blows a cloud of smoke 

A haunting being hunts darkness pushing boundaries
towards cold unadorned blue abandoned 
holding the oceans spheres in restless silence 

Restrained darkness meets light but never crosses over 
the divide scratching at a spirit so forlorn
restraint comes naturally to the craggy and torn

Under the echoes of a lion's roar
A thousand tears can never mourn
the destruction and sad beauty that you have borne

Inside this isolation un-embellished 
Under an austere atmosphere
holds the wings of time imprisoned factors 

Destinies commander oh so damaged in this stunted wasteland of emotion's
conception becoming the unconsecrated norm in an un-heeding barrier 
where realisations stammer unknowingly into the humiliating wit of despair 

Which darkens the very soul blindfolded
The overture of the dove dances on as vigilant oracle of peace
the internal struggles of temperament challenges

Memorable moments within the spirit quest
fear and love wrapped up in a sorrowful wanting
yearning which hurts without choice

The pinnacles of reconciliation
and the fragile stirring of wings
wanting to fly is the verdict yet to come

a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017




Details | Rhyme |
An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An AR16 rifle in my hands….
Seemed like such a paradox,
In the paddies and jungles of Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
A man’s life was in my hands….
That life was not only mine,
While trying to survive in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
Hoping for guidance by God’s hand….
Ignore our sin, keep us alive and safe,
While fighting in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
My duffel bag in my hand….
After 13 months, I was going home,
No more to fight in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An Honorable Discharge in my hand….
Only to be spat upon, called ‘baby killer’,
By ‘peaceniks’ against the war in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace no longer hung ‘round my neck,
The challenge of a new life was at hand….
Found love, happiness and some success,
And tried not to think of Vietnam.

Again, that same amulet of peace hangs ‘round my neck;
And I hope my friends all understand….
I want our courageous young men and women
Out of Iraq and Afghanistan.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.

Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.

Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its desperate sigh
Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass

Behind her, midnight shadow draws
Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws

Scarlet tears dampen the earth below
Nurture the roots held by dusty truth
Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow
The hawk once, now the fountain of youth.

Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare,
Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015




Details | Rhyme |
I rend asunder and
Crumble into dust
Before my very eyes.

No answers forthcoming
To my many questions,
Most important, "Why?"

"A fool are you,"
I stand thinking.
"There is no disguise."

To worry so about
What matters not
In the by and by.

Trials have strengthened.
Sorrows kept me human.
No point to analyze.

"Life is for living,"
An ultimate truth
I finally realized.

Sooner than later
Might have been better,
Had only I been wise.

I rend asunder and
Crumble into dust....
A twinkle in my eye.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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 | Free verse |
How queer the color of viscera
squarely foreign in my breast
To be the butcher and grim and goddess
All in one
Leaves identity succinct
Or identifies succinctness
If it has been
Then so it was always before

Therein is 'Peace'
Reposed and eyes rolling
Great, vacant saucers on vertiginous axis
She is quite the swollen beast
And on all fronts, she is terrible
If only you'll watch you may notice her growth
A malignant sort
An unwelcome appendage
I'd dash it out but I've already gone
Too pale and dogged in life to succumb
I curse her tenacity

She has a sister, I think
Or maybe a child
A child who lives down deep in my chest
A child who shrieks and tears down the walls
Perhaps she dislikes their pattern

Copyright © Chelsea Westerfield | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
We put the urn aboard ship.
Excubant vigil by starlight kept. 
Cradled in a zephyr grip, 
distant, the desolate catacomb crept.
Homeward, encumbered vessels slip
adorned in the dreams of those who slept.

Preston Graham
Submission for contest: Complete The Lines
Hosted by: nette onclaud
07/25/15
Line 5 - Sappho

Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015

Details | Elegy |
The tomb is democratic,
humility in plenty it has,
hospitality is assured.
All types of people enter
and dwell with no visas,
no deportation is done
no tribalism in service
the noble last kingdom
It is best refugee camp,
best tourist destination,
the best for investment,
where taxes are not paid
corruption is unknown,
hurricanes cannot reach.
It’s a democracy built on
mutual trust of those
who were both teachable
and ineducable.


Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
There is no power in death,
great enough to stop youth.
From what must be done,
souls taken one by one.

If God should stand in the way,
clear the path you will go away.
Should I contend with this power,
no choice it is the devils hour.

When the wicked rule in time,
deception reigning of crime.
There will be a stand instead,
where I gather the vengeful dead.

Amongst in Hell that we cower,
our vengeance will grow louder.
Strong enough in legions,
numbers increasing regions.

Then the wicked will fear,
what is about to come near.
No where near closer to home,
inside Hell's nightmarish tomb.

Copyright © Eternal Victor | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
Patience, not disturbed by words,
works wonder
to hide the unrelieved pain
of a guilty conscience 
remaining the overburdened broken heart 
untouched by an unwanted peep 
into the turbulent mind
and the skeleton
thrown to its ultimate destination
where Peace serves the dried eyes
a perpetual relief
that the soul always looked for
to grow the flower of life.

Copyright © Jagdish Pal | Year Posted 2017

Details | Narrative |
Everybody was horrified of Paul's scruffy looks
with dirt and mud smeared all over his wrinkled face,
and his long nose with dark spots on its tip;
and a grave digger matched that image,
but he was the nicest person on planet earth:
hard-working, estimable, amicable and honest.
After the day's work was done, Paul stared
at the empty lots and whispered to himself,
" Soon I'll be in one of them...I feel it coming! "
One unlucky afternoon he was standing
on the edge of a newly dug-up grave and accidently
slipped and fell into the twenty-feet excavation;
no screams for help were heard...he was dead!
That same afternoon, there was a burial
and as the corpse's coffin was lowered into the grave,
Father Michael spotted a body lying on the bottom of it,
and it resembled that of Paul....suddenly police 
were notified and minutes later a fire truck arrived
to the dreary scene. Then two young firefighters
lowered themselves into the pitch-dark grave by holding
onto sturdy ropes, and without much effort, 
they pulled his bruised and broken body:
he was pronounced dead at two-thirty.
Paul had a near-death experience, one of the most
incredible ones: he visited heaven, the place of bliss!
And as he climbed the gold stairway, he heard many voices
of those he knew in the previous life...they chanted glorifying God,
who was seated on an ivory throne surrounded by Archangels,
Saints and the Prophets whom he remembered from his Bible readings.

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010

Details | Narrative |
Paul had a near-death experience,
one of the most incredible ones...
he visited Heaven: the place of bliss!
And as he climbed the gold stairway,
he heard many familiar voices he had
known in the previous life...they happily
chanted glorifying God, who was seated 
on an ivory throne surrounded by Archangels,
Saints and Prophets whom he remembered
from his Bible readings. He tried to look at
God's face, but he was blinded by an intense light...
more brilliant than the sun itself, then Jesus
approached with his out-stretched arms.
Paul smiled and was elated to have found salvation,
but Jesus kindly said to him, " Paul, your time
hasn't come yet, return to Earth and tell them! "
And briefly pausing He continued, " When that time
comes, your honorable name will be written
in the Book of Life, and angels will carry your new body
on their swift wings and you will enter Paradise! "
Paul's face was expressive of disappointment 
and bitterness and weeping replied, " The people
of Earth deride a grave digger so groggy and grubby,
and they mock him with their delirious laughs;
I would rather be dead than return to them! "
 " Go and show them your mercy! " Jesus commanded him.
Paul had only minutes before he would be buried,
so he rushed back and surprisingly saw a large crowd
attending his service as Father Michael, the Chapel's priest,
performed the last rites by splashing Holy Water 
in and around the shadowy grave. They heard a knock 
coming from inside of the coffin...Paul's voice became louder,
" I am alive, not dead...let me out! " Everyone was horrified
and shocked, but Father Michael ordered the mortician to open
the casket and let Paul out. Jubilation filled the chilly air,
and streaks of light filtered through the murky clouds...their shouts
were heard as far as the outskirts of town: Paul was alive!" 
I sat with Paul the day after under the shade of a fragrant pine,
and he told me about his visit to Heaven with tremendous joy
and fervent faith. He admitted that he was wrong not to have
shown them his compassion and with the sincerest smile
he proclaimed, " My anger and grudge have vanished;
I have forgiven them...I am so glad to have returned! " 


Entered in the ramblig Poet's contest,
" In Search Of The Human Mind"
Assignment: A Near-Death Experience

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010

Details | Dramatic Verse |
RIP John Kleeves
Written by
Ashley Marie Smith-Gilchrist 
January 16 2015

My dear friend,
close your eyes,
hold my hand,
and hear me whisper,
For the times I was lost,
you were there to look for me.
Will you believe me when I say I love you more than you'll ever know.
Will you trust me when I say this, time you have to let me go.
My dear friend, I must leave.
The world no longer needs me.
It's my time to be gone, until we meet again someday.
Don't you cry now, I know I'll be okay.
Trust that I'll never forget you.
Don't be sad now, just close your eyes until it's through.
Hold my hand, don't open your eyes yet,
wait when I no longer whisper,
My dear friend, you'll be fine.
I'll be up there watching over you.
For the times I'll be gone, don't ever forget
the words I whispered to you.
God calls on my name, and I have to let go of your hand now,
Please don't cry, and smile for me.
because I'm with the one who made us friends.
Remember, I'll always love you.
so come, wave me goodbye,
It'll be painful but we have to,
Hug me, hug me tight, feel the words I can no longer say.
My dear friend, I'm going to miss you.
just pray because I'll always listen.
and one day, when it's your time,
I'll be there for you,
Just like the way I used to.
I love you.

Written by
Ashley Marie Smith-Gilchrist 
January 16 2015

Copyright © Ashley Smith-Gilchrist | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
A Walk in the Dark

I tip my hat to the darkness
I applause the nightly howl,
I give credit to the shadows
And bow to the hooting owl.
I salute the evil whispers
A black crow just made a sound,
But the mystery of the moon
I fist up to give a pound.
I respect the creepy graveyard
I tread softly by their graves,
Foggy trees make haunting faces
While the weeping willow waves.

Copyright © Troy Snyder | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Passing by the cemetery on the roadside
To attend to usual schedules once awhile
I feel the futility of our woeful existence
And become jealous of the departed souls.

Having suffered untold agonies, when alive
With no shoulder to help ease the anguishes
And no succour coming from acquaintances,
Now rest peacefully, without any bitterness.

Free from turmoil and unpleasant memories
With all bodily ailments no more perturbing
And the disappointments no more bothering
They lie gently undisturbed in peace, lasting.

The so called triumphs or appalling failures
No more count in the ultimate resting place
The comforts and the vainglorious luxuries
Become trivial in the lofty calm of a cellar.

Away from strife and agonizing acrimony 
That was part of their tempestuous living
With peace which passeth understanding
Rest quietly, in never-ending tranquility.

Copyright © Ramesh Deshpande | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Living Grave

We tried to be brave
We tried to behave
We tried to give and we gave
We cried as we slaved

Understand:
That this world
This hovering coffin
Is not worth the sweat in your palms
This ticking time bomb
The facade of worldly happiness
Will never bring you to a calm

Understand:
That the number your heart will beat
Is counted and written in the burning book of time
There is no sickness you can treat
Only a constant state of bittersweet

And as you hear the sound of dirt being thrown on you
Covering the world and its surrounding view
You will be shouting to the living dead not to worry
That you've understood
And found the peace 
The peace that those in their living grave, the buried alive
Are desperately trying to find

In vain.

Living Grave,
For now but not forever.

Copyright © Bilal HB | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
Come,
remember with me
the day that brother fought brother,
the bodies piled high
behind the false security of the stone divisions
drawn through the heartland.
But when the fighting ceased,
all that remained
was a flag on the grave
of  every brother slaughtered in the name of unity.

Now,
recall with me
the day that we united
in hopes of saving our friends from certain doom.
And though the world was at their aid
70,000,000 fell
to the greatest evil the world has known.
But the tides turned
and the end was reached.
Now all that remains
is a flag on the grave of every friend
slain in the name of world peace.

Come,
recapture with me
the day that we fought for our country
but fought in vain.
Time and time again we tried,
be it foul or fair,
but to no avail.
We prayed for our children
“please come home alive”,
and now
all that remains
is a flag on the grave of every son
murdered,
and why?

Now,
turn your eyes from the horrors of the past,
and rather,
look upon the sweet memories of our brothers,
friends,
and sons.
Memories of the days
long before the magnetic appeal of falsely promised heroism
that tore us apart.
The days in which we knew,
despite whatever hardship that might rear it’s ugly head and stumble upon us
from the farthest reaches of the unknown,
these men died for the betterment of the world,
and now,
let not the flags on the graves remind you of your lost loved ones,
but rather the sacrifices they made
for peace,
always for peace.

Copyright © Roltrot Diconline | Year Posted 2009

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
grace.

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 | I do not know? |
As I sit here and deal with my loss,I can't help but feel the pain of not having you 
here with me,you meant so much to me,I look back on our life together to see you 
struggling with who you were alway's trying to find your place in this world never 
knowing if you belonged just wanting to be a part of something,alway's thinking 
the world owed you,never wanting to face facts you owed the world,you choose to 
take the path that so many before you and so many after you,to quick money 
never thinking that you would pay with your life in the end,and we would pay for 
the rest of our lives for our loss of your love,how I hated the fact that you chose to 
play with the devil seeing the many times he left you,once you were on your 
knees with no one beside you except GOD,I alway's ask myself why did it have to 
be this way,why must a family suffer like this,why must a mother ask what did I 
not do for him,why did he have to do this I miss him so much,why must a mother 
now write to her sons grave to tell him how much he is loved and missed,why 
must a mother spend her time now at his grave to now spend her hours talking 
to him thru his burial why must this be her way to find peace,why must you be 
gone?

Copyright © G. Bosien | Year Posted 2006

Details | Dramatic Verse |
RIP John Kleeves
Written by
Ashley Marie Smith-Gilchrist 
January 16 2015

My dear friend,
close your eyes,
hold my hand,
and hear me whisper,
For the times I was lost,
you were there to look for me.
Will you believe me when I say I love you more than you'll ever know.
Will you trust me when I say this, time you have to let me go.
My dear friend, I must leave.
The world no longer needs me.
It's my time to be gone, until we meet again someday.
Don't you cry now, I know I'll be okay.
Trust that I'll never forget you.
Don't be sad now, just close your eyes until it's through.
Hold my hand, don't open your eyes yet,
wait when I no longer whisper,
My dear friend, you'll be fine.
I'll be up there watching over you.
For the times I'll be gone, don't ever forget
the words I whispered to you.
God calls on my name, and I have to let go of your hand now,
Please don't cry, and smile for me.
because I'm with the one who made us friends.
Remember, I'll always love you.
so come, wave me goodbye,
It'll be painful but we have to,
Hug me, hug me tight, feel the words I can no longer say.
My dear friend, I'm going to miss you.
just pray because I'll always listen.
and one day, when it's your time,
I'll be there for you,
Just like the way I used to.
I love you.

Written by
Ashley Marie Smith-Gilchrist 
January 16 2015

Copyright © Ashley Smith-Gilchrist | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |
Do not stand at my grave and weep, 
If you may wish to!
I am not there.

I am in the breath,
That you would release as you laugh.

I am in the early morning wind,
That would touch your face,
As the sun would rise.

I am in the fragance,
Of the roses you bought.

I am in the dreams,
When you sleep in comfort.

Cry not, if u may, at my demise.
As finally I am living the times!

That to me were foresaken and in debt,
While when I was living yet dead.

Copyright © Somya Kedia | Year Posted 2018

Details | Dramatic Verse |
RIP John Kleeves
Written by
Ashley Marie Smith-Gilchrist 
January 16 2015

My dear friend,
close your eyes,
hold my hand,
and hear me whisper,
For the times I was lost,
you were there to look for me.
Will you believe me when I say I love you more than you'll ever know.
Will you trust me when I say this, time you have to let me go.
My dear friend, I must leave.
The world no longer needs me.
It's my time to be gone, until we meet again someday.
Don't you cry now, I know I'll be okay.
Trust that I'll never forget you.
Don't be sad now, just close your eyes until it's through.
Hold my hand, don't open your eyes yet,
wait when I no longer whisper,
My dear friend, you'll be fine.
I'll be up there watching over you.
For the times I'll be gone, don't ever forget
the words I whispered to you.
God calls on my name, and I have to let go of your hand now,
Please don't cry, and smile for me.
because I'm with the one who made us friends.
Remember, I'll always love you.
so come, wave me goodbye,
It'll be painful but we have to,
Hug me, hug me tight, feel the words I can no longer say.
My dear friend, I'm going to miss you.
just pray because I'll always listen.
and one day, when it's your time,
I'll be there for you,
Just like the way I used to.
I love you.

Written by
Ashley Marie Smith-Gilchrist 
January 16 2015

Copyright © Ashley Smith-Gilchrist | Year Posted 2017