Best Headstone Poems

Mossy vines camouflage decaying headstone
Thus hidden and fallen into disrepair
Foliage ever swallow so it cowers
Deeply weatherworn lettering embraced there

Threads of piercing light filtering through windblown 
Limbs surrounded by trees, ferns, and wildflowers
Strewn mounds of decomposed fallen trees below
Cool nature's spirit aspirating showers





9/28/2020



Writing Challenge - Decay...

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My name is here,
But you'll not find me.
I am with my best friends
Near the clear, salt sea.
 
We are in the wind,
In the ocean's roar:
On the smooth, cool stones
Of some sandy shore.
 
We are in the waves,
As they break on the rocks.
Here time has no...

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I search rows for a name engraved,
     Engraved here, not native Poland;
          Poland, war and ethnic cleansing,
             Cleansing, her mom...

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Now I fly ! 

May my gifts spread across our
blue-green Globe as I return to Sky
may my smile ripple in open hearts
as I dance on an orange horizon 
may my healings remain 
remembered balms and my 
presence a white feather in 
your cocked hat

May my...

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take me to your grave,
secrets must be kept, see you
on the other side...

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HEADSTONE....


 I came, I saw but the world conquered me.

I kept the real me inside just not to offend the world.

I saw evil and unjust practices but choose to sit on the fence, after all it did not affect me.

I said yes when I meant...

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HEADSTONE (Monsieur L'Vampyre)
All through the day my soul doth sleep
layed to the dark and out of sight
not thinking how my soul may keep
nor if I raise up to the night;
I rest in dark that's cold and deep,
my casket's lid sealed up all tight

my only prayer...

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his life so shallow
needed to dig a little 
craves not to lie there
in depth hopes to find his way
her eyes the deepest of green.

© Harry J Horsman 2016...

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IN MEMORY OF CENTURION 
GAIUS LUCIUS MANIUS 
PRIMUS PILUS FIRST COHORT
LEGIO VI VICTRIX
HE SPENT HIS PENSION
IN CISALPINE GAUL
WHERE HE RAN 
AN HONEST BROTHEL
HIS FUNERAL WAS GRACED 
BY A MURDER OF CROWS
AND GRIEVIOUS LAMENTATIONS
IN THE NAME OF FAIR ISHTAR
DAUGHTER OF SIN AND SHAMASH...

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Here lies Barbara
She tried to write about life and living
But couldn't write about death
...

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Stoic and proud the eagle sat
On one of a thousand graves
Punctuation for the epitaphs
Of the proud, courageous and brave
Who died so our freedom was saved...

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           The 5G Headstone

{An extension of our personal,
  technological,isolated generation)         
                  ~~~~
For those to be buried in the
earth....
Of this creation, I sing a mournful
dirth.
I almost feel like a wolf, howling
at the winter moon.
For we no...

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Paternal grandmother's headstone - Beth David, Elmont, Long Island

Shaindel (Sadie), variant of Shana Harris
died May 13th, 1959 exquisitely chiseled
alphanumeric characters legibly engraved
sepulchral casket entombing lovely bones
deoxyribonucleic acid repurposed into me
Matthew Scott Harris patronymic protector,
when I die taking family surname to netherland
who unwittingly named his youngest...

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Crisp grasses reflect ghost-white;
Ethereal shafts of moonlight.
Tenebrous shifting shadows;
Declivity of dolerite rows.
A lonely spirit roams freely — 
A fresh headstone in the lee.

POET'S NOTE
When written in English, sijo may be written in six lines, with each line containing two syllable groupings instead of four. This...

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At the End of the Yellow Brick Road
David J Walker

to say I knew him well 
is a Deep slice 
of life as we knew it

as we shared it 
as we wanted to believe it

never needing to ask 
which of us
	conceived it

o hallowed ground 
no longer...

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