Best Grievers Poems

Cypress trees like evergreen steeples
rise above rows of gravestone woes,
their shadows lie side by side like railroad ties 
across writhing paths banded like snakes;
gravel birth cords sinuous 
sensing the ground   seeking the sun
crossroads of life and death and rebirth;
where mortals breathe and grieve...

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This wake, I owed it to you, my defining moment :
for the raw melding, of life imprisonement
and death behind the bars. The sin had
	
seeped slowly in the foundations. A blurred view
of the caravan passing on the shifting sand
of quarter-century; the devastation had turned

black in smug...

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Continued from Part 2

Beyond the suburbs, farmers’ fields (where donkeys often brayed)
inhale gray gusts of barren dust where living seed once laid
and in the haze a scarecrow sways, impaled upon a spade.

Green trees gone dark in palace parks (where kids once paused to play),
watch lifeless...

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Among the stars bright I'll shine
So don't cry for I'll not die
See me in roses and in sunlight
Or high above where birds fly

All hopes and dreams come to end
Like blooming flower withers
Fast it comes when life ends
But very slow for grievers

I'll be redeemed from worldly...

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Deep Wounds Do Bleed in Vain 

 
Even the Greatest of the heroes, humble and handsome today, morrow
Must Inevitably make themselves immobile static carcasses,
Their Doom must shall stab their mates into Deep woes,
Their vail of Agony stays mulish in 'em as the dark patch of...

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I remember when I heard -
The awful total shock.
It's those iconic moments
That your mind can never block.

The news clips of the wedding
And her royal obligations;
The flowers at the palace
And the grievers of all nations.

The funeral, reminding me
Of that of JFK,
Both with children, young and fragile,
Crushed...

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1 through the door
2 through your heart
3 through your head
4 colors in my eyes
Red, red, red

1 clash
2 rings
3 words
4 sirens
Shrieks of red, red, red

1 bed of white
2 saviors
3 men at my side
4 grievers
Tears of red, red, red

1 room of rock
2 rings around my wrist
3 eyes...

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non compos mentis
my monologue,
non-believer will say, it was
insult of salt,
under the bark, white ants were climbing, boring into sap,

kneeling,
at war with yourself,
disinheriting the loud blood,
you want to thwart the murky ariel
to scour the black mass
at belly,

the dynasty ends in obscene hugs,
grievers want to be forgiven
for...

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In culture of counterfeits
a snip of intelligent gene
brings the pink tears
for the brown eyes.

A virgin goes for a spade
in the naked sun.
Let me think of polymorphism.
Can there be an answer-

for oblique questions ?
Can this tottering frame live ?
Life can still stalk the death
and stand for...

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The Great ship "Grief" was sinking.
I was no longer manning the ship.
I was looking out a window filled with sun and branches.
"Grief" and all those people,
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elusive ethereal energy evades each extra entity

frivolously frolicking, fearlessly, forever flirty 

gratefully gleaning gentle grievers’ gratitude

happy heavenly hopper hastens home 

impulsive imaginings, intriguing, interested idealists...

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There was a twenty minute lull
Before the paramedics arrived to
Remove Greatgrand Dad's 
corpse. When the paramedics 
Arrived they examed Greatgrand 
And confirmed the family's dread.
 Damian and CJ accompanied 
The body to the Hospital. While
Julius and Father Hakim followed 
In a limousine. They wanted to
Assure...

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Thy death will show the world how you lived, 
Thy life story will reveal thy successes and failures; 
The efforts you made will speak what you achieved, 
And all will go down in history as your deliverers.
The number of grievers who attend will show
How popular...

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The dome has collapsed.
You walk in fire on the eve of
exhuming yourself, picking up
the pieces of humming life.


Eye to eye, the patience was wearing
thin, fears had positioned themselves,
at the doors, snarling.
A mass grave was being dug in the distant woods.

On cloudless hills, a raging sun
climbs...

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I have agreed to cede 
an unwritten moon
in a killing frenzy,
for a chequered spirituality.

Now visitation will start 
ravishing the light at dawn.
The grievers will assemble
for a final scoop of dust.

Forgive my star,
for a failed touchdown.
A child stands before glitterati
born again to suffer the other sky.

Nothing...

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