Best Silent As The Grave Poems
Those who die unjustly
because of bigotry
because of prejudice
because of unadulterated hate
are never silent
their blood cries out
like the blood of innocent Abel
the anguished cries
"I can't Breathe"
"I'm going to die"
rise
rise
up past the blue skies
to the ear of the almighty Judge
who hears
who weeps
who waits
the Day of Judgement
when all the innocent slain
will live again
and all
who have murdered
who have watched
who have been silent
will answer
the cries of the risen ones
for they WILL speak and say...
"What had we done
that you saw fit
to snuff out our lives
to suffocate out of hate
to pin to the ground
to grind our faces into the dirt
the pain, the hurt
you didn't hear
out of fear
you brought us low
and now, we know
our Defender is near
Judgement Day is here
Why? oh why
did color matter
and not character?
why did ethnicity label
instead of enable
beautiful diversity.
Answer, answer now
No...Wait...be silent as the grave
Listen as we inhale...exhale
Now...Now we can breathe free!"
Eileen Manassian
In honor of George Floyd
The Haunted House
‘Room to Let’ the signage read,
and though it looked run down,
I’d found no other place to stay
since I was new in town.
When I knocked upon the door,
a voice called out, “Please enter.”
“Hello,” I answered in reply.
“I’d like to be your renter.”
A lovely woman greeted me.
She had a toothy smile.
“It’s nice to have the company.
It’s been dead here for a while.”
Outside a wicked wind blew forth.
The front door slammed with a crash.
Just as quickly every window
fell down in their sash.
“I guess a storm’s a-brewing,” I said,
covered in bone-chilling sweat.
“Let me show you to your room.”
replied the shapely tall brunette.
“Some steps here may be rotten,” she warned.
“I urge you to beware.”
Moaning fell with every step
as we climbed the creaky stairs.
The room she showed me looked quite sparse.
Inside was just one coffin.
“Please excuse the dust,” she said,
“I don’t come in here often.”
She wiped away the cobwebs
once we got inside the room.
“It really is quite cozy here.”
Then pointed out the tomb.
“If you like the chamber,
I suggest we both get started.
No other soul will bother us,
They have all departed.”
I laid inside the casket.
It was a perfect fit.
“I believe I could be comfy here,”
I hastened to admit.
“No one here will vex you,”
She signaled with a wave.
“You will find this haunted house of mine
as silent as the grave.”
“I’ll need a small deposit,” she said.
Then, bent and bit my neck.
As she sipped away I asked,
“Do you take traveler’s checks?”
“I’ll take this as collateral.”
She said after she drank.
“There’s no need for money here,
I have my own blood bank.”
August 17, 2018
Sponsor- Dear Heart
Contest- The Haunted House
Title your poem - The Haunted House
Your vow of silence one day you will break
You’ll come to know you’ve made a grave mistake
The love I gave you, why did you forsake?
There’s nothing left in me for you to take
For this is true and this you must confess
Not one gave more to you in tenderness
No other one on earth could love as I
I’m left here all alone to wonder why
I’m silent now, as silent as the grave
What’s left of wounded heart, you cannot save
So mourn for me and love you never gave
With mortal wound I stand, silent and brave.
Hey,
Do you smell that?
That musky scent
with earthy undertones
leading off to the right.
Slipping into a lope,
as silent as the grave,
I sneak through the trees.
The aroma pulls me along
through the cascading moonlight.
I can feel the hunger growing,
snapping at my innards
like a rabid dog.
Crouching behind a low ridge
I spot her
running through the woods,
just a silhouette
frolicking
in the night mist.
The moonlight scrolls across
her smooth form
like living tattoos
writhing along
her supple body.
Daring not to breathe,
I creep
within reach
of my lovely dryad,
keeping downwind.
I lash out
hamstringing her.
She releases an erotic whimper
as I lick her blood
from my claws
and it sends
quivers through my mind
awakening a stronger
Crimson lust.
I deliberately pace around her
drinking in her scent.
Then just as my hunger
is about to drive me into a frenzy
she says
"Will this wolf offer
me his throat?"
Time slows
and the moon turns red
as I subconsciously
hold out my neck
leaning down towards her.
She lushesly
sinks her teeth in
tearing through skin and sinew,
blood spraying into my face
while showering down on her,
driving me
to howl my lust towards
the heavens.
When she stops
feasting on me,
Her
all covered in my blood
and bits of my flesh,
Me
a little weakened
and excited,
I ask her
"What will you do
now that you have part of me
inside you?"
She seemed to consider this
for time eternal,
with the moon
glistening in her eyes.
Slowly she turns towards me,
a smile on her lips,
and says
" Why I will howl my feelings
into the night,
soaking the world
with your thralls.
May you have pitty
on their souls
As I have
on yours."
It happened in a second
In the twinkling of an eye
Our vessel was driven unto rock
By a strong southerly wind
And so we lost power in the sea
This led to the shipwreck
Though many on board could swim
But only a few could made it
For many was drowned
When we came to the shore
We found a nearby Island
A place of mystery
As silent as the grave
No home was occupied
Every house had been quitted
We saw a street called Lonely
And so we trod slowly
For a while, more than a mile
We came to a mansion
It captured our attention
A house build with cedar
Maple trees and cinnamon flowers
We took bold steps to enter
Through the gigantic golden door
But the house was dark and empty
One could barely see through the foggy
Except the Inscription on the wall
“Trapped! Welcome to Hell”
Everyone starts to shiver
Suddenly we heard the door slams
Just like the thunder struck
Closely we held each other in panic
Hoping it would ease our fright
But the door slams continues…
With a thick loud voice echoing
“You are doomed’’ he says
With a creepy sound like that of frog
But when he was about to come forth
An angel appeared and struck him dead
Follow me and live! He said
He led us through a part
That leads to some villages
Go! Preach the gospel
You are the chosen ones
Survivors to tell the story
the humming of a needle
drumming up and down
the pressure on the skin
humming the only sound
etched into the skin
the mark of only me
devastatingly unique
if the eyes will only see
eyes darting around
how to release the pain
embarrassed of my bravery
there is to be no shame
my life dreams
summed up in a tattoo
freedom is the ultimate goal
and maybe wisdom too
one lone owl stands alone
silent as the grave
poor old lonely solider
but fortune favours the brave
final complete
an eternity in an hour
relief was the aftershock
relief was my power.
Form:
With its silvery veil the moon's pallid sheen
Spectrally cloaks and invests all the homes
Transformed into midnight mausoleums
While those who sleep within can never be seen
As cold as the tomb
As miserable as a morgue
As silent as the grave
As the sheathing of a sword.
The dark shades of night unfold
Where they lie deep shrouded in their beds
Dreams dance lively in their heads
While they look like bodies cold.
Closed to all are the eyes of their resting places
Blinded to outside view
Wrapped in night's dark blue
But within their still frames R.E.M races
Outside in the gloom wreathed like hearses
Stand their silent polished cars in rows
In preparation for sadder blows
When funereal will be the verses.
Listening to you complain all day
Gives me migraines beyond belief
Good grief, could you just shut your mouth?
I wish we can go our separate ways – me, going north and you, going south
Ah, my pain empire…
Let me be independent
Let me go and admire…
The dominant neglect
And accept…that my sorrow is erect…
In the ever-changing coma
Of smelling your amusing aroma
Volkswagens and its vulgar scent leaves me breathless
On the lane of insanity – I popped the vein of vanity…
I’m feeling worthless and abhorrent more or less…
Staring into space…
I loath when people talk behind their backs…
Left to be a soft-spoken grace…
Silent as the grave, cooing like the midnight owl…
Hearing the werewolves howl while hearing you scowl…
Forever…young – a so-called blessing in disguise
Eternal…happiness…hope…cheer…faith… Hey, girls and guys!
That’s what we all need… not this horrifying greed…
Nourishing my heart, mind and soul’s seed…feelin’ sensual sensation in anticipation…
Trying too hard to stay away from sex, drugs and alcohol best I can, but I fail like a witchy snitch
Trying to do non-dirty deeds, but I’m picking up the weeds of temptation…
I’m not the biggest fan of **** and what it did to me…upset by subliminal images that bleed through my cranium… hypnotized by the devil’s song…
Angels’ halos,
Blow me kisses and hugs…
Don’t sweep me under rugs…
Or in the backfire…
You’re a swine, but you are fine, for you are mine…
I take credit for your pain…
Your pain empire…
Hard times zip through my fuzzy brain…
Sometimes, the clock chimes…it stinks…
We eat on sandwiches and drink soft drinks…
My good mindset has caught a dim train…
But, let me feel
You like no big deal
Observe me for poetrys’ sake
For, I lie here wide awake
Until you sleep in my arms again
Again
Again…
With your mouth to stop my sleep
I be as silent as the grave
Cheek by jowl
I hunger for the truth
unlike this silent appareil
that devoids the last spiders return
Sand’s time slips through my fingers
Separating now from then
And me from him
Him, silent as the grave
The petty pace creeps on
The rain still falls
An echo of yesterday fades
Lost in the face of death
Silently enveloping all in
Empty misery
No more strut or fret anymore
Not even a fair hour on stage
But never, never ‘merely’ a player
He was so much more
A friend
The sands of time
Cruel harbingers of fate
Trickling away,
To the last syllable of recorded time
And nothingness
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