Grave Prayer Poems

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Details | Rhyme |
Pal
Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
After the last one was planted, he sniffed it;
Then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one evening,
Pal quietly passed away.

Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…my best friend…you saved my life.” 
He caressed Pal as he reminisced;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob joined his wife.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought fresh flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then, turned and licked her face.

She smiled through her tears.  
“I had a dog when I was young...
A good one too.  His name was Pal.”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014




Details | Free verse |
Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber

Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |
I am a prison in this hospital bed 
Used to wake-up with a cross above my head 
Pity my race will soon come to its end 
My love for them Please send.

A plastic tube between my nose and lips 
Giving me air, glad I 'm sick! 
Gate of the white palace will soon to be closed 
Guardians of the empire seen in the post.

Outside the window of my hopeless jail 
Children playing by one and more than twail 
Deprived of freedom and happiness 
Laying in this bed full of regrets and anguish. 

Doctors said "soon you 'll be okay 
You need to take your medicines everyday" 
If only I can have a second life
I wish I can tell you "follow God's light".

Wish I can get out in this darkest sorrow 
Be most welcome my self for a better tomorrow 
To the King of white palace thank you for today !
Only prayer for you left as my medicine for everyday.

Copyright © Nebuer Peroy | Year Posted 2014




Details | Quatrain |
I wouldn't have loved anyone more than her,
and it is no secret that flowers make any mother smile,
when she takes them from two hands that care;
I honored you, mother with my thoughtfulness and pride.

Either in early adolescence or in late childhood: 
did I see a single trace of profound sadness
while you gave me all those caresses and kisses 
when I was asleep in my warm and tidy bed.   

Beautiful and adorable mother, I was your gorgeous boy,
and in all honesty, you must have loved me a bit more
than the four girls who were lovable and obedient as I;
and in all fairness, they equally shared that incredible love.

Only your portrait can make that memory relive in your child;
I stare at it and suddenly light comes flashing at me: 
the happiest and most radiant smile God ever created so lovingly...
to make those tender eyes forever live in this smile of mine.

Sweet and gentle mother, be that comforting angel who will embrace me 
when uncertainty and sorrow will make me desperately mourn;
don't dry all these tears, but take them to the merciful Lord:
as my gift of infinite gratitude and immense love that I express so deeply.

Before I brought you crimson roses, the flowers that made any mother smile
to thank you for your sacrifice and devotion: did you see your son's pride?
Today I don't bring those roses, only yellow chrysanthemums to your grave: 
to embellish this unadorned tombstone on which I will pray, weep and grieve.
 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |
Still fully I weep with always a cross to bare
Sorrow fills me as I look to your stone and stare
Flowers adorn it colors of red white and blue
Flags on each side and your memory still holds true

Your body is gone but your spirit God will save
I mourn you today with tears on your grave

I look down at the rows of others that have been taken
The mortality of it all leaves me shaken
A sea of grass surrounds there final resting place
I’d give it all up to see your smiling face

Your body is gone but your spirit God will save
I mourn you today with tears on your grave

Trees of oak and pine shade their eternal bed
Animals roam freely upon the sleeping dead
The air is slowing blowing then there is a calming cease
I say a prayer for you and hope you always rest in peace

Your body is gone but your spirit God will save
I mourn you today with tears on your grave


Copyright © Kevin Clark | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |
In a cemetery in Italy,
or campo santo,
graves lean towards the sun...
Inscriptions deeply carved
on green-lined marble;
lovely sentiments expressed.

We now bring campion
to place on lowest grave,
then say a prayer profound
to thank our God
for the Italian man we knew,
and water slow the campion. 

Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015

Details | Blank verse |
A SOUL PRAYER

Not long ago on a dark and stormy winters night
A cold and empty forsaken soul watches as the light of the moon shines away the tears that roll down her pale young face

And just as she was about to close her curtains and tucks herself in
She looks up to the crystal sky one final time and begins to pray

Gods hiding behind a sky so blue
I hope that someday you’ll remember and pray for me
Cause in a few seconds or so I’m about to set free my soul and let her float away to greet you

So please forgive me 
For I did what I had to do
For it was the only way I knew how to rid it of all the pain that burns inside of me
And please forgive me for a life filled with sin
As they bow and sing songs of sweet poetry of what a living hell my life truly is
But please don’t get me wrong 
For I know that deep inside your heart I’ll always be consider your child
Just like you’ll always know that deep inside your soul your love for me has become completely blind
For in the morning when I awake I’ll be finally be able to see your loving face
For in the morning I’ll be standing upon your golden kingdom
Waiting patiently to greet my unholy fate
But until then as the light from the moon begins to slowly fade away
I’ll shed one last tear and pray my soul away

Copyright © jack oritx | Year Posted 2014