Cemeteries Poems - Poems about Cemeteries

In old New England cemeteries weather-worn slate markers hold each name with tenacity while the teeth of time slowly grind each letter until its name disappears as if it had been no more than a frozen breath of frost etched on a sunlit window pane. ...

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Ukrainian Cemeteries David J Walker Strange are the faces of The new Ukraine Stranger still Mother Russian sons Leaves of Lilies And dipodies Scattered on grounds of repatriation Peace be unto your Brothers in death A price purchased With a final breath As unknown boots Above the ground Unfurl the flags of Silent sound To claim what’s lost An loose what’s found In...

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The place where my mother lies is overgrown From lack of care the weeds have grown tall, Who is buried where for many is unknown The place where my mother lies is overgrown. Old floral tributes are by a cold wind blown This is always true of the cemetery in the fall, The place where my mother lies is overgrown From lack...

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Sad graves comprehend Red dirt freshly mounded up Flowers crying out!...

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I walk in the cemetery and I see all the marble head stones So many lives six feet under and by now have turned to bones, You often wonder what these souls did while they were living How many of them were taken to soon and what they were giving, The mystery is has all these spirits gone to...

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The revolution is futile near cemeteries noise (To the oldest of me, of course, my...

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I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write” I had been going through a personal plight, I ventured off into a place, Where all I saw was love and grace, The season was the beginning of spring, When life can be heard, and the air starts to sing, But the place I was in was an endless row...

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