Grave Teen Poems

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Details | Rhyme |
My Sins – Zamreen Zarook

Oh God you are so gracious,
Am a guy who have done since in capacious,
At times I have being as a carnivorous,
But it charged ages to identify as dangerous.

Since are being committed behind the screen,
Even it started at my thirteen,
Mirrors used to say that I am evergreen,
Whereas my since were always unseen.

In enormous number I have executed,
But for every count, high privacy was aborted,
Simply because of your blessings we are bracketed,
If not, we are already being quoted.

Oh God, I understood your kindness,
Here after I won’t commit since in others absence,
However much chances I get to access,
I will always have heaven as my address.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013




Details | Lyric |





                                



                                         Long love day's has past.
                                 My mind felt with howling storms,
                                 grasping to hold on to vanishing love.
                                 Rape and abandon my weary soul
                                 transpires, poring with instant fires.
                                 Oh this dark secret love does thy life
                                 destroy.
                                 Like amorous birds of pray,
                                 Once ways, and known devoured
                                 Your beauty no more to befound
                                 nor shall the sound of your voice.
                                 Love to dust, love to ashes.
                                 Our love has now gone to a private place.
                                        The grave yard of love.

Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2008

Details | Limerick |
There once was a driver named Dave,
Of his driving he often would rave.
Then one day on his own, drove and talked on his phone,
Now he's bragging about his new grave.

Copyright © David Brooks | Year Posted 2016




Details | Rhyme |
Many years ago when I was a daring youth,
I lived in a town where old legend held great truth. 
Halloween night friends would gather at west graveyard,
it made no difference that the entrance stayed barred.

We would scale the wall in search for her grave,
to prove to others how foolish and brave.
Rumors transcended she was a monstrous ghost,
only revealing to ones she disliked the most.

Relics were chipped from Sally’s aged headstone,
attesting we were in her shrouded burial zone.
During the night she would come to our room,
retrieve the chip and return to her tomb.

Legend had stated, Sally died a fierce demise,
from a deadly disease that stifled agonizing cries.
Her lover saw her fall from atop steep staircase,
she just turned sixteen; frail body draped in white lace.

When the moon was full and close to midnight,
she'd float above her grave - then fade from sight.
We ran for our lives through a headstone maze,
to satisfy the oddity of a teenager’s craze.

Now her grave and aged tombstone have been moved,
family didn't want visitors they had not approved.
Sally now lies somewhere in a grave undisclosed,
with her legend and memory fully decomposed.

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey

Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2010