Buried Poems - Poems about Buried

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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I wish I had nothing to lose I wish I could fly I wish I could leave I wish I could die and take down with me the story of my life to be buried in a in a place no one could ever possibly find. And i don't a knight to rescue me I'm good alone just like it is I just like to vent what...

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Darkness. Eyes widen more and more, trying in vain to see. Then other senses compensate, I hear the faint rustle of dry leaves. My body caught in the shock of fear, refuses to move, but I feel the wet tickle of a tear, a lonely path from eye to ear. Fast and shallow my breathing so loud, the throb...

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And then one day, I chose to start, A journey deep into her heart. To search for reasons that tore her apart, To heal the wounds, mend the scarred. To my surprise, a child I found, Caged within, without a sound. Behind four walls, with eyes so bare, Yearning to...

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Spurned, abandoned, left to fate, rapture yet does not abate, for we’ve been touched by God’s grace, held by Him in warm embrace. Memory brings back the past but destiny’s die is cast, so we just keep flowing on, each life breath ushering dawn. Severe are life’s lessons learnt, being by betrayal burnt but we bear no one ill will; our bliss drenched heart’s always still....

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