Best Tombstones Poems

Death belies the darkness summoned,
tombstone-colored is the sky,
shards of memories merely fragments,
wailing wind the sole reply.

Violent storm winds strip the tree limbs
like a poltergeist, unseen,
tawdry feeders, heavy wind chimes,
beat against the window screens.

Waiting for the glass to shatter,
like so many childhood dreams,
china teacups, rosebud patterned
in...

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*Walking among the tombstones
*Conversing with the dead
*Alone, crying at a grave
*A woman on her knees, bowed was her head

*Her hair was dark
*Her eyes were too
*I couldn't help the strange feeling
*That this was a woman I knew

*As I approached
*I quaked with fear
*And in the blink of...

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And He said unto them

"No greater love hath a man

Than he lay down his life, for his friends...."

Well, I have tried to lay down my life over time

Beyond any desires of recognition and or fame!?

If only but for a moment amid this existence

Days which so...

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Dr. Griffin ( The Invisible Man.)

In the fog, I'm a bubble,
Step in tar, I'm in trouble,
but all these, I'll defeat, one by one.
For, unseen in the room,
I can call out their doom,
I'll rule all mankind when I'm done.

Dr. Moreau (The Island of Dr. Moreau.)

He carves...

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Shifting my weight onto the old bridge.
Listening to it's ragged cries of protest.
The mist rising from it's slumber, casts an ominous attitude.
As I walk by, the trees extend their bony fingers.
They snatch at my hair as I pass them by.
I near my destination.
A tribe of...

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Saying unto them, "No greater love hath a man

Than he lay down his life, for his friends...."

Well, I have tried to lay down my life over time

Beyound any desires of recognition and or fame!?

If only but for a moment betwixt this existence; days

Which so very...

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Tombstones For Eyes

We search for solace amidst the crowd to appease
 One day we shall all bow humbly to our knees
 The land is dark without the sun to light
 When this life is over there is no double feature
 Shades of black decorated the...

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I see the
Tombstones of modernity
crumble
as tired tears
of pretty paintings--colorful--
(wash my face)
and decompose cheap convenient concrete
to make way
for more convenient wires.

The metal, sharp
pries me far above what is knowledgeable...

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"Some believe they must earn a life in heaven.unaware heaven is already their home" ~ CayCay



Human life is striving for joy while saturated with busy
bits of an emotional seesaw, its movements leave traces
in so many places, our goal seems pre-disabled.  So, it 
is that...

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Tombstones At Normandy

Each tombstone is small sliver of a sheave; 
With love bring in and behind never leave; 
Memories exist; 
Will be missed; 
Thank God their souls he did retrieve. 

James Horn

I am amazed how you can put 
so many words together in such 
an...

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Here is such a quiet and peaceful place among the tombstones of the dead.  And yes, the dead can still speak through the etchings of their markers. Oh, how they were loved, and never more than when their faces could be seen no more....

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Tombstones And Cemetery Await Us All, Be Brave

Howl of the blowing winds waywarder than others
In the darkened cave where evil desires wait
Caste us into stiff clans with warriors and brothers
Those of evil wrath, villainy and hands of Fate
Allow us this our fallacies and heedful needs
We...

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In legend a man named Darth Vadar*, 
Served evil, a perverse crusader, 
I don't say this with pride, 
But the day that he died, 
His death cut by half mankind's nadir.

Brian Johnston
June 29,2014

*Darth Vadar is an arch-villian of an American movie Epic called 'Star Wars.'...

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tombstones…death…life

in cemetery quietness				
tombstones rap
epitaphs of those
they are paid to represent…

on the outside arena
of the living
there are many of those
wearing and boasting
tombstones of life…

tombstones-like
shiny clothes
worn in winter
and thin by hunger
that infuses the bellies
of their children…all
carrying newspaper-blankets
for bus stop benches…
above their heads
posted signs
reading: homeless…

others sitting outside
hearse-like autos
with...

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