Best Graves Poems

Snowcapped graves marking frozen lives once shared
Reminding me of the winter graveyard walk, unable to let go
Frozen in shock, in a day that no words could show
My being shattered, alone again, with no answers to anything
I remember what it’s like to feel like I cannot...

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Two empty coffins...with unknown names 
Saved for the unfortunates...of Jesse James 
Made for the men, they say...Jesse killed 
Only a matter of time, they'll both...be filled 


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Laughing graves is a scaring reality
As I moved deep into the forest,
unaware of what was ahead of me,
graves jumped out one by one
Holding to each was a white ghost
I was scared and deeply troubled as
next to me stood a faceless leader.
Games of laughter started in...

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I visit them in silent repose,
their memories float on whispered breath.
Bringing the delight of days now gone,
I do not feel the sorrow of death.

Here I can still see his loving smile,
feel his spirit fill my heart again.
I see his eyes dance as laughter spills,
and tobacco...

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Men march forth
Like fodder falling in shallow graves
No one wins a war
No one counts graves
Lift your sword high and mighty
If you are not the undergrowth of the lost
Your victory is to return home
Your Duty however has drastically changed
Teach us, both young and old
Both rich and...

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BROTHERLY  GRAVES

On brotherly graves wooden crosses don’t stand,
No widows weep there, mourning,
On mass graves you see only flowers and
The fire, eternally burning.

The earth here ruffled with stony waves
When mortars were ripping the planet.
There is no personal fate in these graves – 
All fates merged...

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When winter fell upon our graves

The light of the moon illuminated our paths

To the cold ground we were no longer slaves.

Flowing through the air in waves

We could finally read our epitaphs

When winter fell upon our graves;

And the snow made its way across the plains

As we...

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Prescott Bush proved his moxie
as war-profiteer proxy
with brother Harriman
since shame can't bury them
when suggestions turn Nazi....

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O dear grandson, come here, have a look,
This is your grand mother's grave yard under the pomegranate tree.
I had buried her body here thirty years ago shedding my tears.
When I brought her at my home she was so small and her face was similar to...

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There isn't a mass grave in my neighborhood
a creek has never flooded
(there is no creek, after all)
and bones have not surfaced.

A bulldozer never grinds to a halt
stayed by a smiling white skull.
The driver doesn’t jump down
doesn’t sift through the remains
kneeling there on the plot.

I once...

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Shallow Graves 2
Written: By Tom Wright
2/20/2006

Our fondest memories lie in shallow graves,
Those unpleasant things we’ve interred deep.
To Satan’s excavation we’re oft made as slaves,
Preferring they’d remained in abysmal sleep.

His reminding voice whispering in our ears,
Rouses thoughts that so long have slumbered.
But Christ, has erased, all...

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Waiting for a phone call

 Hoarding memories surrounding

 A nest of sorrow

 She's deep asleep

 I watch her...

 She's 

 dreaming dreams of happy times but gone...

 Busy walls with mounted smiles

 A mute TV screen displaying a tragic comedy

 Curtains shielding tears

 Three phone...

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In the Middle Ages
witchcraft was wide-spread;
young witches were buried
in shallow graves.

The angry bard was also a monk and defended the Church,
" No witches of any age will be roaming in Catholic Florence
and allowed to practise their magic by the glow of the torch! "
From the...

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The springs wind used to cry in the vacant field.
The passers by used to shed their tears, in the mean time the leaves of the trees started to mourn themselves.
The two bulls were used to cry making loud sound and expecting might be your father...

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I walked past the cemetery the other day,
Those who fought for a right to vote,
Were turning in their graves.
 
I could hear them moaning in their eternal sleep,
Use it or lose it, use it or lose it was their universal call,

Though not scared, I shuddered...

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