Best Graveside Poems

Johnny was my best friend through our early teenage years;
Wherever one of us went the other could always be found near;
Until he found a girlfriend...

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geese migrating south
heading for warmer climates ~
honk and hink farewell 

white frost at daybreak 
sparkles as the sun rises ~
warm breath creates fog

an ice blizzard...

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In the past you’d fought bouts of depression
but your sudden death came out of the blue
You hid so well the signs of your regression
and that...

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If you ever drive through our small Oregon Town
You won't help but notice the house that's run down
A man called Bill Disney lived there for...

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Mary Elizabeth Frye dedication poem

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Do Not My Youthful Life Now Mourn

Do not my youthful life now mourn
My lot was set day I was born
I grew...

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I think when I’m in heaven,
I’ll put my feet on a soft cloud.
Pour some Tennessee whisky,
and read poetry to the crowd.

I’ll hug my dad a...

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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...

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She sleeps forever
I sleep funeral day
she shall be buried in earth
I , buried in wine
one day flowers I will lay
at her graveside

Never the less
consumption will...

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Misleading, minacious maze now thwarted,
eschews stealth as sandal-clad steps resound.
Determined and dour, destiny draws near;
completing this quest: forever renowned.

Stygian sky grants a much-welcomed boon:
conformable clouds...

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Towers collapsed to foundations,
  The planes exploded in air,
To gratify firebrand preachers
  Destruction and death everywhere.

Bus became coffin on byway,
  Train torn...

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I stood by your graveside this cold winters day.

A heart broken with sorrow that won’t go away.

I called out your name and shed many a...

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9/23/1989 - 1/20/2009

Grief dropped like a huge guillotine
 on the world of me, my daughter and wife.
My son Caleb was only nineteen,
 when too soon...

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Mocking the dead,

the vampire on the hill, high
above the cityscape. Why
does his cloak wrap around?
It moves with a hissing sound,
blackened on the outside,
blue on the...

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Arising in softest sapphire,
Shimmery as the night,
Inviting silence to release her,
Tears flowing, thick and sincere,
Breaking through melancholy,
Trembling with dark dread,
Erasing all the soul’s vivacity –
Erasing...

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on his cheek
by her graveside
one drop...

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