Best Cemeteries Poems

I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write”
I had been going through a personal plight,

I ventured off into a place,
Where all I saw was love and grace,

The season was the beginning of spring,
When life can be heard, and the air starts to...

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The revolution is futile near cemeteries noise
                         
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I walk in the cemetery and I see all the marble head stones
So many lives six feet under and by now have turned to bones,

You often wonder what these souls did while they were living
How many of them were taken to soon and what they...

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Sad graves comprehend
Red dirt freshly mounded up
Flowers crying out!...

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In old New England cemeteries
weather-worn slate markers hold 
each name with tenacity
while the teeth of time slowly grind 
each letter until its name disappears
as if it had been no more than 
a frozen breath of frost etched 
on a sunlit window pane.

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The place where my mother lies is overgrown
From lack of care the weeds have grown tall,
Who is buried where for many is unknown
The place where my mother lies is overgrown.
Old floral tributes are by a cold wind blown
This is always true of the cemetery in...

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Ukrainian Cemeteries
David J Walker

Strange are the faces of 
The new Ukraine 
Stranger still Mother Russian sons
Leaves of Lilies 
	And dipodies 
Scattered on grounds of repatriation

Peace be unto your 
	Brothers in death
A price purchased 
	With a final breath

As unknown boots 
Above the ground
Unfurl the flags of...

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