Best Tombstones Poems


Tombstones & Teacups

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 the dustpan, unredeemed.


© 2009 Danielle White

A Walk Among the Tombstones

*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 an eye
*The mysterious woman disappeared

*Curiosity got the best of me
*I threw caution to the wind
* What I saw at that stone
*I could not comprehend

*My breathing became erratic
*Tears fell from my eyes
*My heart sank
*As I read those lines

*Here lies Valerie
*Mother, daughter, sister, and wife
*Such a pity and a shame
*She took her own life

*Her mind and spirit broken
*Her heart was shattered
*So tired of being worthless
*To him not one moment together mattered

*Couldn't close her eyes
*Her nightmares carried her fears
* Suffocated by lies
*Drowned in her tears

*She could still feel his heart beat
* and hear his breath
* she still felt her hand on his face
* and his head collapsed on her chest

*She gave her last breath
*Praying and begging for one last kiss
*And to hear him say he loved her
* to feel the fire and emotions she had missed

*A love she once knew
*So real and rare
*So strong yet so frail
*Forever they were to share

*his promises were broken
*he chose a different life
* living for everyone else, without her
* he walked away and let her go and didn't even cry when she died

*My hands began to tremble
* What I began to realize, I just couldn't believe
*I had lost her so very long  ago
*The woman who had vanished was the me I used to be...

Premium Member Tombstones

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           She                                                                           He
Born: January 05, 1822                                                Born: April 10, 1820
Died: April ll, 1860                                                       Died: March 11, 1860  

Wanted all she saw                                                     Died trying to give
Would die without it                                                    It


....Tombstones....

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 very quickly fade away, within this place....

In hopes that I may become but a vessel

To perhaps save even one souls precious light!?

As I gaze deeply upon these Sonadora's

Within amazement and astonishment sometimes

But I do understand and I do believe

The fulfilling of their desires and of their needs; belief....

Innocently, these heart felt dreams ~

Which in turn causes me to love them even more

Ow this paradox that I seem to find myself within....

For to embrace them is, all that I long to do

But I cannot often find, these different temporal views

My eyes cast into the forevers gates of beyond

A slave unto eternities realities it seems

Chained within the Holy Spirit immersed inside of me ~

This will of my Lord and Savior, "Jesus Christ!"

He whom delivered my own soul from such bondage

Of sin and darkness' encumbering eyes....

Ow that I could please all

That I could be all?

But no, I shall build my house upon a rock

The foundation of truth and promises I so grasp; tightly....

That no storms may ever arise again

To find my soul crashing unto the ground 

Unto this mound, of distant and lost ruins

Which may have one day been?

So, now within this anguish of flesh and blood

Let my heart set aside, these wayward dreams

If only but even one soul, it can be saved?!

And within this potters field

I shall adorn this tombstone

Before the world, and all of 'their' eyes to behold....

That I may stand upon the throne of "God"

Someday, aside the prophets and the saints

The Angels smiles as they joyfully weep

"Well done My child ~ Welcome home...."

For now I lay me down to sleep

That Heaven may hold, my soul to keep!

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.......Tombstones......



Note: Smile, this is but my own personal faith!:) ~

Premium Member Tombstones in the Cemetery

"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 despite emotional throes we seek fulfillment over 
and over.

As God's own designed, divine-honed souls, we are 
light sourced as formed in His realm.  Reincarnation is the 
tutorial for achieving the brightest possible spiritual light.  
To earth we are sent countless times, exposed to endless 
human themed rhymes.  We die, into heaven we slide, 
advanced souls review and guide us through all we failed 
to discern, all we taught - be it good or an influence 
incongruent with who we really are.  A karma is decided and
once again a soul is flesh ignited.  Once a soul has met all 
goals, the most radiant color is bestowed; the color of 
euphoric radiance star-shining for eternity.

born human on earth
to spirit world all return ~~
man visits tombstones

Halloween Tombstones. Part One: Mad Scientists.

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 hoofs into paws.
He grinds scales into claws.
He remakes all Gods' creation with awe.
Then, a sneer on his lips,
a sharp crack of the whip,
as he demands of them: " What is the Law?"

Dr. Pretorious ( The Bride of Frankenstein.)

No, my pure pupil, instead
of bringing life to the dead,
then let him rampage here and there,
We must make him a mate!
It is our sorry fate
to be a warning to mankind: "Beware!"


This is for all of my friends at Poetry Soup. This might jump start the Halloween season.
I'm going to attempt to do them in segments and hopefully get all of the classic monsters
done this week.  Happy Halloween. Sleep ...well?!  A Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha...


Tombstones

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 tombstones stand before me.
I soon find the one I have searched for.
Kneeling down, I place a rose by the lonely head stone.
I turn my back and walk away.
The headstone and rose drifts into the night.
Swallowed by the starving darkness.




                 (For Dorothy, Wanda, and Elwood)
© Leah Yoho  Create an image from this poem.

Tombstones For Eyes

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 plate of mast
 Silence etched it's beckoning call asunder
 Tombstones for eyes does this come at a big surprise
 Can't we ever see through the devil's lies
 We live in a land where cash is king
 No chance at heart to let the freedom ring
 In silence we get a glimpse of what it is to come
 Blackened hearts of evil that plug destruction
 We used to live in freedom's realm
 That was so long ago another theatre with a lost film
 Rather there is glue on the stick that is nothing new
 A borrowed pew to offer sacrifices to the Lord
 The faces with tombstones for eyes having long fangs that bite
 They search for blood in the dead of night
 Walking zombies seeking self to please
 They cry for peace yet their hearts are frozen
 Living in their fake mechanical world of temporary
 You search for blood out on the street exchange love for lust
 Two hearts that soar out to the sky a happy passerby
 They are amng us yet they are not of us
 Having seared their hearts to what's torn apart

Tombstones

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 quickly fade away within this place....

Hopes that I may become but a vessel to perhaps 

Save even one Souls precious light

As I gaze deeply upon these Sonadora's?!

Amid amazement and astonishment sometimes

But I do understand and I do believe the fulfilling 

Of their desires and of their needs; belief....

Innocently, such heart felt dreams which in turn 

Causes me to love them even more; oh this paradox

That I seem to find myself within; for to embrace them

Is all that I long to do but I cannot often find

These different temporal views....

My eyes cast into the forevers gates and beyound

A slave unto eternity's realities it seems; chained amid 

The Holy Spirit, immersed inside of me ~

This will of my Lord and Savior, "Jesus Christ!"

He whom delivered my own Soul, from such bondage

Of sin and darkness' encumbering eyes....

Oh that I could please all that I could be all!?

But no time shall build my house upon a rock

The foundation of truth and promises I do grasp

Tightly that no storms may ever arise again

To find my Soul crashing unto the ground this mound 

In distant and lost ruins that may have one day been

So now within this anguish of flesh and blood

Let my heart set aside these wayward dreams

If only but even one Spirit they can be saved....

Within this potters field; shall I adorn this tombstone?!

Before the world and all of 'their' eyes to behold

That I may stand upon the throne of, "God"

Someday aside love's precious babies and the saints

Angels smiling as they joyfully weep 

"Well done My child ~ Welcome home...."

For now I lay me down to sleep, that 

Heaven may hold my Soul to keep ~
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.......Tombstones ......






Note: An old post from way back when during, *.*
the Summer of love's dawning towards, Reformation.

Tombstones of Modernity

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

Premium Member Tombstones and Cemetery Await Us All, Be Brave

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 of mortal flesh that walk barefoot and so brave
Always comes the bad, the pains and the massive bleeds
Salvation hardly ever comes but mercy saves
We who wait around campfires and hold our heads proud
Ready to fight the wicked world and thank our God
Do not think evil demons in their long black shrouds
Can meet anything from us except our iron rods
We the brave that face the hungry snarl of cracking
With gritting teeth and our courage never lacking.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
April 9th , 1972
Age 18

Note: Or so spoke the brave son of Beowolf the Viking warrior.,
as the clan celebrated the death of its enemies after the great battle.

Tombstones At Normandy

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 incoherent way and end up
saying nothing at all. That is truly 
such a rare talent that only you
seem to possess more or less.
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member my feelngs about tombstones

Tombstones can be plain
Baby girl smith 1845
Or fancy with scripture
Here Lies Pat “this is the day that the lord has made.
Let us be glad and have joy it it.”

Some of the modern ones have electronic videos.
You can hear the deceased singing or giving advice.
With one push of the button.
You can stay there all day and listen to this.

My children do not have to worry.
I do not believe in tombstones.
They seem creepy to me.
I do not like their implied message.

I think they imply that our shells are important.
Mine is not. I will not be having a tombstone.
I have already paid for my cremation.
Glad to take all this out of my children’s hands.

Standing Among the Tombstones

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.  Those delicate hands could not be held, and the pale cheek kissed by a mother’s and father’s love lies so cold.  Those letters worn by time told of a family’s hope; To our much-beloved daughter who has taken her flight on the wings of angels.  Then the days passed, and years passed and the parents grew older, and the stone.  Soon, the family and those who knew them passed into the forgotten, and only the stones remained.  And here I am, standing among them and longing to sit and listen to their stories of love and life and death, and of their world long past.  And only these stones remain to speak for the dead, but only for those who wish to listen.  I touch them gently and listen for the whisper of a story to be told.

Premium Member Limerick: Great Tombstones 1

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.' Not 
really the Anti-Christ Himself, Darth Vadar is seduced by the 'force.' The mastery 
of this art, which is related to telepathy and psycho-kinesis, gives a ordinary man 
great power over others and even physical objects. Darth Vadar's own son is the 
one who finally saves him from himself and the evil emperor.

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