Best Gravestone Poems
"Here am I,
finally alone"
says this gravestone
placed on my bones.
I wonder why...
How long I have to sigh
under its monotone
grave good-bye?
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Just a poem, nothing more :)
May 25, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
winter gravestone
dash between dates
father's life
the upstairs transmitter
where you rocked the world with code*
A few simple words
chosen with care; etched in stone.
You’ll be remembered.
winter gravestone
hyphen between dates
my father's life
On my grave stone it will read
"Here lies Jessica full of scorn
she'll never know why she was born
she hated living in a world so cruel
in a world that never cared at all
she wanted to run but she was paralized
she glew in the dark cause no one saw her in the light
she faded away now shes outa sight
no one listened and no one cared
so now she lies underground"
Gravestones lopsided
Forgotten behind the trees
Surrounded by grass
Sun crosses risen from earth
Crowned with some olive green mosh
The black ravens’ peer deep into the darkness;
Bracing upon cold marble and granite stone,
Beneath the ghostly moon's shadows in starkness.
Gray as gray, the ravens’ mock upon its groan
Absence of light and nostalgic clandestine.
Bleak night and nothing more wreathe the granite shrine.
9/28/2019
Photo #2
Poetry Contest: Make IT Six
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Deaths hand dealt
fire
flung with fury
towards fractured souls
that felt
life reduced
to fragmented parts
Crows feet
walked on strange places
following
a lost trail
leading
from a desert oasis
weathering
its sand
burning
them as they wept
Eyes
pouring
a river of faces
currents of memories
rolling
on
Tears
break
the dam of dreaming
that held back the reading
of gravestone
Infinite space
for last tear
falling
always
falling
towards the ground
forever
embracing
nights
eternal
sound
The other half of me
Explains what others see
But only few know that half
That I choke and bleed between every laugh
That there's a king behind the gaffe
That there’s pain in every paragraph
And those who know
Don't know where I'll go
But at least they will be at my gravestone
Beneath rugged oak tree's shade, and the voice of nature's mirth;
Evergreen wreaths tied with red velvet bows lean back in repose,
Adorn thousands of soldier's headstones laid to rest upon the lap of earth.
A rhythmic verse passing tribute etched on each reflect among lives of those
Honored and mourn upon the lawn in the long-drawn endless rows.
12/26/2019
Poetry Contest: Writing Prompt- English Quintain Imagery
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
The rhyme scheme of an English Quintain is a/b/a/b/b. No meter required.
Here lies Melanie Walker.
A legendary hooker of old.
Her customers must have loved her
because they bought her a coffin of gold.
Walking among a thousand graves
you will notice a white cross
over a granite gravestone;
he was the youngest soldier
to be buried and ended up alone;
but in someone's heart, he still lives!
A white cross is a symbol of faith
that stands out from all the others,
the true devotion of a soldier is the blood that flows
through the veins of whom has indisputable worth!
Searching a thousand names,
some new, some old:
they all met the same fate
and they were told
that life was a temporary stay
filled with feelings of tender love and bitter hate!
Whoever was bold gained glory through pain,
but whoever did not seek it, died in vain!
All are sleeping under the shade of the stately pines!
A white cross over a granite gravestone
can't spread a huge shadow to protect it from the scorching sun;
I'm kneeling down with crossed fingers and relive
the images not erased by time and memory and I can
feel a serenity that only profound silence can give!
Praised be their courage, honor them with an appreciative tone!
A white cross over a granite gravestone
is a reminder that death is more painful for the ones who grieve!
Gravestone
I never believed in gravestones
A stone left to show your passing
Just a name and some dates
Left standing alone for all time
A place for people to come and cry
They tell you how much they miss you
But that fades and you are left all alone
Yet, a gravestone does not tell who you were
How you lived or who you loved
It merely says that you were there
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[Author's note: if this poem needs decrypting, see my reply below]
Grab a hold of me gently
Don't jab my heart with this cruel knife
Understand me completely
I'm like a crab, living in its shell all my life
Shelter me in my cell
Hell broke loose in my heavenly dwelling place in which I dwell
We are both lost, I can tell
Selling my soul to the angels above as my spirit goes pell-mell
Assuming life is an easy game of hide 'n seek...I will reach to the Mountain's peak
I'm weeping tears of joy like a boy who found his lost toy, as small as tinfoil
I'm in the brink of ruin, but I'm perishing away what makes me weak --
Hopelessness that dares to break me and reduce me to toil...coiling in shocking turmoil
Majestic and precious is your smile
You melted away my perilous pile
Of fretfulness and defiled me with lament
Here I am, I write this down on my gravestone that all my sins I have done in this lifetime...I forever repent...
I got out of hand, so I repent...
I don't want to die in fire forevermore
Understand, I never meant
To hurt you the way I did before
I am forgiven to the core
I promise I won't do it once more
I am given a second chance beforehand
To change my ways before I live life in this dance, in which I take your hand
What I wrote on my gravestone
Understand that you're not alone
We feel dead inside on our own and we can comprehend us and depend on each other
Maybe, one day, I will answer my phone and you'll be on the other end, unless you love another