Best Burial Site Poems

Children as young as three years old,
    Killed for not doing as they’re told,
    Forced to forget their culture bold,
What a tragedy to unfold!

Two hundred fifteen, that ain’t less,
    Young innocents abused, suppressed,
   ...

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A dispenser of dishonest vice, a peddler of blatant lies,
In his unscrupulous realms, nobility of truth sadly dies,
Where righteous vibes of morality and decency agonize;
Where benevolence cries, pensive in verity’s demise.

Masked in aura of dubious eyes, spurious is his smile,
Hiding deceptions of his charismatic, charlatan...

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Enclosed in a glass casket
Cuddled in a flower-decked basket
She lay serene as ever
No sign of her past fervor

Resting in her last abode
Before the journey by road
To her final burial site
For performing the last rite

Dignitaries came to pay their last respect
Placed a wreath, sad and circumspect
Consoled...

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A rose is always the first one to die
As love arrives, flip-flapping his wings,
Taking her to a fresh grave to lie,
Hidden amid hallowed tree’s rings.
 
Earth unrests with a slight touch,
Feathers and petals, red and white,
Mingle when Love leans to vouch,
Whirling around the burial site:
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Broken tears is where it all begins, the love has lifted for now a mist in the air. Tears fall upon and evaporate into love fog. Yours eyes became cold lacking compassion, unresponsive with those shallow stares.
     Stranger in your heart...

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A burial site, with coffin lay
the flag does cover flat,
the Honor Guard, in crisp array
will lift and fold ~  first snap!

The years of struggle now beneath
with courage so compact,
a solemn moment in bequeath
contention wavers placid.

Ah, fold the corners so complete
your elbows, measure ~ pat
you'll...

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Lincoln Special  
Abraham Lincoln’s Funeral Train


Ma, pa, and I dressed in our Sunday outfit, excited for the “Lincoln Special” to come up the track as we stand at the train depot.  

After departing Washington, D.C., on April 21, 1865, the black-draped train bearing...

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“From dust to dust…”* Thus declares Scripture truth
That had confounded my soul’s very core
And is ceaselessly confronting my heart
Nagging me with this question I must face:
“Am I prepared for my coffin’s sealing?”

Succumbing to mind’s reality-check
I’m propelled to peek thru my burial site
And behold my mortal...

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Love, O Love is now laid a wreath
Love, O Love is now laid a wreath
There with her beautiful heart, lies in state!

O dear life has wearied you to boredom.
In its wild, wild pursuit you are ensnared,
Only your name subsist as a post-mortem
But your true virtues...

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Afterwards.

Didn’t we once used to smile and laugh?
I can see that we seemed to be happy 
As I look at an old photograph.
But now our mouths
Seem almost paralysed
Or are tight and grim.
I vaguely recall a light in our eyes 
That seemed to shine from somewhere...

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“We may think of freedom, not as the right thing to do, but as the opportunity to do what is right.”                        ...

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They had measured on close counts,
Before they began his dismount,
All flowers and scents were left behind,
It was only mud that came to mind,
He was a log of wood that had no use,
They were about to consign him as refuse,
They had measured on close counts,
And now...

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In the remote landscapes
stand cold monolithic monuments,
one, the Neolithic Stonehenge,
the British cultural icon,
and the other, Georgia Guidestones,
the American Stonehenge.

The stone slabs roughly cut
and astronomically aligned,
are set in geometric pattern,
shrouded in mystery,
wrapped in controversy,
incite interest and curiosity.

The Stonehenge marks the burial site
or prehistoric religious healing place,
erected...

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The Isrealites

Is it better to run or to fight, I hope to find out from the ancient Isrealite.
They hid in deserts, they hid in the mountains
They found peace and well-being, able to satisfy their survival need
Which seemed to appear from nowhere into fountains
of prosperity without...

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Once upon a time my father was a care taker
Of a grave of a saint and he asked me
To take over his job which I politely refused
So he bought me a donkey
And sitting on its back I used to make enjoyable journey
But one day it...

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