Cemetary Poems

Gathering at the cemetery

It was a somber cloudy day, sadness weighed heavy on us all. The family gathered to pay final respects. Gregorian chant filled the air as we looked up to heaven. We were burying a good man. He had been a role model, a loving husband and a caring father.


the finality
painfully sinking in
goodbyes surreal



AP: Honorable Mention

Haunted Cemetary

Halloween in 16 lines of Rhyme 10-16-24 
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Halloween Graveyard


Light intones the creeping darkness
Fallen leaves scrape broken paths
Distant footsteps, heard in semi-darkness,
Wail and weep on incensed footpaths.

Growing shadows blot out twilight
Darkness descends -a deathly pall –
Stone angels watch the hallowed night
Tangled weeds grab like black rainfall.

An outstretched palm hovers o’re the spine
Trembling hands brush at unseen

As Autumn Changes

The roundest, orangest, nicest pumpkin I find
 In a farmer's field ten miles from town.
Uncarved and free from ghoul's design
with unsaid prayers, I set my pumpkin down.

I set it down in grass in front of a stone.
A granite stone turned in perfect square.
Light's changing now to a dimmer tone.
My tears fall from my empty eyes

Cemetery

cemetery not cementary…
although, i see how you might think of this
chiseled rocks, carefully crafted crypts
no. this is the place where we come to bury
where we visit all we miss
i remember seeing you – again, my heart rips

rigor mortis came and went
boxed, lowered, blessed, interred
unnoticed tears flowed from my reddened eyes
i stood among the thinning crowd

The Marble Stones

Silent Stones
Granite and Marble
Testement to our Mortality
Sun gazes brightly, blinded by sonder
Upon memorials to our fatality

Cemetery

Venue for brooding over Death’s mischief
While equipped with handkerchief…
Tears misty eyes shall unlock
Already by heavy heart unbolted
Over Death’s wasting clock
And angering daring of the Lord’s Promoted!

A masonry of slabs and The marbled
For impassioned messages, not garbled,
On her tombstones displaying Christ’s cross
That should curb the cries over a loss
But also Gardens of Angelic Roses
That the Door

A Cemetary Visit

step... stop... wait... step... stop... 
  slow, achingly slow, we---Sh!
    … frozen deer... staring

Farewell

shivering
on a cold
november morning

we stood there
posing for
a family portrait

hearts heavy
saying our
goodbyes

as we laid
your soul
to rest                      



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on February 15, 2020

Memorial Wreaths

Beneath rugged oak tree's shade, and the voice of  nature's mirth; 
Evergreen wreaths tied with red velvet bows lean back in repose, 
Adorn thousands of soldier's headstones laid to rest upon the lap of earth. 
A rhythmic verse passing tribute etched on each reflect among lives of those
Honored and mourn upon the lawn in

The Ravens'

The black ravens’ peer deep into the darkness; 

Bracing upon cold marble and granite stone, 

Beneath the ghostly moon's shadows in starkness. 

Gray as gray, the ravens’ mock upon its groan 

Absence of light and nostalgic clandestine. 

Bleak night and nothing more wreathe the granite shrine.


9/28/2019

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Poetry Contest: Make IT Six 
Sponsored by: Joseph May

'the Count of the Cemetary Clock

'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,
One enters through the world's door till strikes four,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,

Chaos and Havoc, the demons twins be,
Guardians of Hell's Gate, watch o'er worlds door,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,

Loosen from their chains, spawned diehards conceive,
A commotion from potion, vile and

November

november gale
nudging gate ajar
eerie cemetery 



posted on February 11, 2019

Garland of Daisies

i come to visit
on any occasion
when my heart
gets the call
fall winter spring
 summer most of all
her favorite
i like to string 
the daisies
and hang the garland
sweetly around 
her tombstone



AP: 2nd place 2020

posted on August 6, 2018

Cemetery

The quiet hills of a silent cemetery beckon
I look its way as I pass by 
as if hearing the murmur of voices
I imagine the many lives cut short
And broken hearts left behind
I reflect on life so fleeting
And meaningless strife
As I walk by it strikes a chord
And in my heart I hear a whisper
A reminder that

Saw Trump In a Cemetary

Saw Trump In A Cemetary

We just saw Trump in a cemetary
Looking at grave of his cute canary;
With all his followers;
Blooming idiot flowers;
Moved to city declared a sanctuary.

Jim Horn

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