Buried Poems - Poems about Buried

I never buried certain names, They lingered like a scent in air. I whispered them through window panes And found them waiting everywhere. I never buried childhood roads— The ones I walked with bleeding knees. They live inside the softest odes And bloom like ghosts among the trees. I never buried what she said The night the silence broke our bed. Her voice still echoes...

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Farewell! Farewell! It’s time for my closing verse. How long the years that bless and unkindly curse, till in a black wagon our sorry ars-e draggin’ we get to flat ride in a hearse Goodbye! Goodbye! Father, we buried you today in a wicker casket wherein bones of Mother lay. Laid to...

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they built a ballpark over my bones, laid asphalt like a priest's last lie— no headstone, no name, just beer guts and baseball caps spilling nacho cheese where I once bled. I was twenty-three, shot twice in the alley behind Leroy’s Bar, the paper called me “suspected.” that was all they needed. the morgue forgot me, the state ignored me, and my mother— she wept until the flies outnumbered her...

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I bowed for the story line. Hunched over in suspense, I hung-out for the punch line. The twists of plot lured me to the edge. I could see the lede lying buried below me. Reaching in to grab it, I toppled over, fell right in, and became the story line....

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With all memories, time comes and goes. Like a giant river, it gathers speed. Toward the great inevitable - it flows. Can we possibly recall our every deed? So many recollections haunt my mind. Some, however, are not remembered, and if my soul had limbs, perhaps I’d find certain memories have been dismembered. Sometimes I’m told stories of things involving me: tales I...

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My migratory mind indomitably mobile, recedes with the ebb of time, seeks the shore of the past, as the spirited surfer on the wandering waves of life, surging on curled crests carrying the fractured full moon, and within the twirling troughs that store the sunk stars. The wheel of time churns up the disarray dust, settling on the...

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I swallowed a clock and it never struck twelve. Now time drips from my ribs in Morse code, each tick a prayer carved in reverse. The stars forgot my name, so I renamed myself after things that break quietly, a bruise in the shape of a hymn, a mirror that bleeds only under moonlight. There’s a violin growing behind my lungs, strings pulled...

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The space the distance the mind where do i stand howe close am i to carry my sins as far as possible grow my brains clear of mistakes and a place where i can pretend so, i can just dance and let my insanity take shape and grow into the true moment of despair. My true desire the fight within my fire forests...

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I buried the past, yet flowers still rise from the soil of forgotten memories, Roots tangled in dreams and longings that stubbornly refuse to die, The earth retains traces of pain, transforming suffering into petals of grace, Even shadows need light to dance at the edge of silent brilliance. A silent reminder—not everything that disappears is lost, not everything...

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Moses is dead.' For the Lord buried him, all who live under The Mosaic law.' Are awaiting death.' Not just death of the Body.' That is all our lot.! Yet a spiritual death to be ripped Away from God.' Torn as are your garments .' A sign of loss A sign of sadness.' Yet in God is fullness of...

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My life, a sealed manuscript, buried under layers of mystery, She arrived like a key of light, revealing hidden treasures, In its unwritten pages, immortal stories awaited to come to life, Calling a soul to read them, to bring them from shadow to dawn. Now, she opens each line with her gentle breath, bringing rebirth, Breathing life into this forgotten...

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In the laundry room are bags And boxes from the past, Filled with photos, books and papers That I have amassed. Today I went through one such bag And in a tied-up stack Were the wedding cards we’d gotten Over forty-nine years back. I read each one and there were names I did not recognize, Plus notes from students in my class, Which came...

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The walls close in, peeling paint whispering stories I’ve worn too long. The air clings heavy, stale as forgotten dreams, suffocating, soaked in dust. The clock ticks louder than the fractures in my chest, its hands dragging me through an endless loop of nowhere. Even the shadows feel stifling, their jagged edges curling inward, hungry to swallow me whole. I’ve dreamt of escape - to where the sky consumes...

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i buried it. i screamed and wailed pushing the soil over every memory, every emotion, every thing i didn’t want to remember. i scrubbed my hands until they bled trying to wash away the dirt and the pain. i sobbed until my throat was raw and the blood finally dried up. i pushed it so...

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beneath moving sands i become apart of life hidden from sunlight...

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