Cemeteries Poems - Poems about Cemeteries

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The atmosphere was thick with souls whose identities were full of holes. The gathered outside my house filling in their blank spaces with anger, hatred, bo......Read the rest...

...In the desolate temple of the soul, flesh weaves over bone a silent epitaph, Spirits lock thought within the ark of thought, and sometimes, a divine spark, And women in furies pour vessels into fra......Read the rest...

...A little over a year ago, I tripped over a crack in the sidewalk in front of our house. The fall resulted in a badly torn rotator cuff that ended in surgery. After surgery, I was given some pretty......Read the rest...

...For crying out loud, the flowers are gorgeous, Fresh, happy, young, alive, and vivacious. Regrettably, we, humans, cut their lives short, From time to time, from events to events. For God’s sak......Read the rest...

... The Window To My Serenity Through stained glass, into the soul of my idyllic garden, What eyes have seen your beauty, reflections in a s......Read the rest...

... The Island of Cythera Sensuous gossamer fancy stares at infatuations excited gaze, Without lips parting, speaks through yawning sabre eyes, A lady of hi......Read the rest...

...The Great Continental Divide, more appropriately known to most Easterners as the Continental Divide of the Americas, but nope, not out here in the Western country past the great Missourah and th......Read the rest...

...Divided droplets formed handheld mirth tames, for they beheld Earth in their gentle fall, like stars drop the night, all is heavens call, know their named true, they'll climb make good their claim......Read the rest...

...The leaves are falling, dropping like melted ice. It must be autumn, there is a spectacular show Of red, yellow, and frosty foliage. Though it’s still nice Weather-wise, in a heartbeat, soon we’ll......Read the rest...

... 11/10/2023 I have never had to give up my home,my town, my family in any war. That was done for me, by willing, brave heroes, who have gone afar! Courageou......Read the rest...

...The once battlefields of Flanders Were soon clothed with Poppy red Perhaps a natural reflection of All the blood that had been shed. The War Cemeteries laid out In lines of stones or crosses ......Read the rest...

...The dead grow flowers, while the living pine for more space to find heaven in. Flesh feeds the earth, even bones, nothing is wasted, all is put to use for the general Good. When they pass a......Read the rest...

...Do magpies communicate with the dead? It is not uncommon to see magpies in a cemetery Silent and calm, watch over the graves, The flowery tombs and the so dogmatic crosses I often see them in ......Read the rest...

...Perilous is the journey, sordid is the quest, flashing flirtatious desire, Treacherous is gaudy aspiration, playing with torrid flames of fire; No matter how thrilling, how visceral may feel this i......Read the rest...

...Lorca Translations I Gacela of the Dark Death by Federico Garcia Lorca loose translation by Michael R. Burch I want to sleep the dreamless sleep of apples far from the bustle of cemeteries. ......Read the rest...