Cemetery Poems - Poems about Cemetery

...Conch Sound the garden of North Andros the place where my father's navel string lay The settlement sits on the vicinity of the waterfront with old Bahamian vessels piloted by One Eyed Jacob drif......Read More

...Color my thoughts in burgundy laughter, Place your hand on my heaviest Graves, those that winter in my depression, Kiss away the buttery jonquils of spring Erasing winter’s frosty promises With......Read More

...The vision will persist It is something you cannot afford to resist! It is Never Too Late to Be What You Were Born to Be! You are a creature of purpose Therefore, empower yourself with what is al......Read More

... When I was a young girl death took my hand, and over the years has become my friend: the cemetery more like a woodland, with sorrow I go beyond and transcend; ......Read More

... The horror of Covid dead bodies pile up in the grass, they died alone and now my growing is disturbed; bury them deep, so I, the grass can grow over them. When I am done they will be out o......Read More

... The Sandpipers Call Sandpipers Call amongst the garbage along the shore, Tumbleweeds dance from dusk till dawn Tumbleweeds roll as time goes by, And time should stand still f......Read More

... Recently, after a long battle which cancer…a battle that lasted years… our friend’s daughter’s lost her battle…which brought us both to tears. Cancer! How I hate that word because from the mome......Read More

... "Incubus, a demon or evil spirit descending on a sleeping woman to mate while she sleeps . . . a dream, an oppressive nightmare." ......Read More

...Mary Jo Mary Jo, where are you now? Dusty bones in a cemetery? A dashing man drove you through the night, over a bridge that wasn’t there, into the water, and then you were alone breathing, thr......Read More

...on the outskirts of town between the county jail and the cemetery lies my home Edgar Alan Poe could live next door but I don't know I never see my neighbors what I can't ignore is the par......Read More

...It's summer, and sunlight's syrup pours sweet into afternoon. We've come to the bungalow's cemetery to pick over bones of bygone days; touch time's tender skin, lay flowers on childhood's grave. ......Read More

... A private club was run by old Tom the cat, Tom could not catch a rat. ......Read More

... Never-ending bloodstained boots tossed on top of the growing mound of vignettes around so many young men seeking a name to boast courageous conquests facing the best gunfighters just to die......Read More

...Snow fell lightly that February day. So many mourners hurried fast away. I was well dressed. I did not mind the snow, And though the north wind blew, I felt aglow. 'T was a long time since a......Read More

...Morning dew, a gentle breeze, so fresh and airy... nonetheless, my hairs stood up, my senses wary, with images my mind could not seem to bury, strolling among the dead in the cemetery. --------......Read More