Cemetery Poems

The tomb of a boy unknown

Unmarked grave
Epigraph reads slave
Not even dignified with a name
Just a ghost of a boy surrounded 
By tombs of those known
Tombs of those never alone
In a cemetery full of strangers
Even in death he is separated from his family

Who was he?
The world may never know 
His body buried just like his story unknown
He was born into shackles

Calling Death

Calling Death

Just sitting in the room. Cold air comes from the window
Dawn woke me up from the cemetery. Great early lights
Calling the eternal life. The clock has stopped. It’s time

The heart is still beating. So fast. Pain and pressure inside
Need to change, change the time. Passed years. It’s global
All this life has gone away. A

Plant Taxonomy at the Cemetery

across the festival of grasses
I ran through the view of various booth and attraction
run by locals and those aged faction
along those sneaky foreigners with imprinted aliases

rolling my bike seemed to bother
with their necks closing in
leaning towards my upward chin
read as arrogance, instead as an evader

invader of their land
shattering their drinking glass
yet still manage to outclass

The Missing Ouija Board

The Missing Ouija Board  
An Unholy Whodunnit in Verse  

I summoned ghosts at midnight’s glare,  
At Cemetery Gate—with snacks to spare.  
We were just spelling “B-U-R-I-E-D” when—Zap!  
The Ouija Board vanished... like a ghost on a gap.

Who stole my Ouija Board from cemetery?!  
Was it the undead... or Karen

After, the Cemetery

 

I travelled hours, hours and hours.
The rusty ornate gate groaned,
a path hued green moaned to me,
as the trees whispered and wept.
Then, I stood at that cold grave,
of my loved ones deep engraved.
After . . . I let my grief weep !

Cemetery

Get too close and i tend to push away
Come real close and ill be prayin that you stay 
ion fk with these hos
from them i breakaway
my phone look like a funeral
all these dead bod-ays
contact name the tombstone
revisit text like a grave
walk thru the cemetery alone
wish some of them stayed
where they are is unknown
some of them

Your Remembrance

Your Remembrance

A time, just a time, lived to you in his heart, passed age, this love
Age, nothing remained, an empty marble tablet in a cemetery park
Your path walk is late, didn’t you see? Worn, unreadable letters 
On the stone, all the noble sentences were addressed to you, only

But, but someone is waiting for you. In

The Gates of Hades

The Gates of Hades

today I visited your Grave my love
I wasn’t sure if you noticed
this cemetery is in a Godforsaken place
the knobby old weeping willows
lend a Ghostly tenor to the site
the wind blowing through the trees
makes a Groaning sound or
perhaps it is just my imagination
I am still Grief-stricken since
that time ten years ago when
your soul

The Pet Cemetery Gate

There’s an old, abandoned pet cemetery hidden near the woods
At the end of desolate dirt road far away from neighborhoods
It’s rumored to have a haunted grave, where apparitions appear at night
Among the many old ghostly statues that during the day is a peaceful sight

Eerie cries at night and groaning sounds are rumored to be heard
Many

Calmness Midst Cemetery Call

Calmness bids me as grief strives to cease
Enabling sincere thanksgiving-prevalence
Midst gloom, hiding serenely still while
Exemplifying grace under pressure... yet
Tears cannot anymore control their fall
Exposing prayer of my heart for closure
Recognizing heaven's victory over death* since
Yon the grave is eternal bliss with the Source of life.

*1 Corinthians 15:55-57 O death, where is thy sting? O grave,

A Field Called Cemetery

A field where the departed rest,  
Some have toiled on this earth and given their best.  
We bring flowers as we mourn for those we've lost,  
Grieving deeply, our hearts feel its cost.  

A field where silence drowns the noise of the day,  
The soul has passed through the last

Cemetery

“The cold stones of cemetery inscribe
in emptiness the petrified story long forgotten” 
– By Poet     


The grey sky was gloomy
as that of my morose mind,
as I pushed open the rusted gate,
entered the sprawling cemetery.

I stood still in front of the grey stones
in rows, some large, some small,
in columns, some erect, some

Tombstones in the Cemetery

"Some believe they must earn a life in heaven.unaware heaven is already their home" ~ CayCay



Human life is striving for joy while saturated with busy
bits of an emotional seesaw, its movements leave traces
in so many places, our goal seems pre-disabled.  So, it 
is that despite emotional throes we seek fulfillment over 
and over.

As God's

Souls in the Cemetery

“Death is the last chapter in time, but the first chapter in eternity.” – Author unknown

Life
Lived, now-
departed.
Souls gathered at -
cemetery graves.
Spirits now free,
and at peace.
To rest. 
Death

Cemetery Thoughts, Some Grave

The family plot’s on cold pavement and hidden in grass,
but warm with familial heartbeats. Otherwise, the dead
become spectrals, fearsome at midnight.
—by poet

Cemetery Thoughts, Some Grave

Not dark and scary, slightly sunlit.
walked the pavement, not
like the unknown’s sentry,
but still deliberately,

in this quiet almost public space,
a location hidden from me,
though I stood right where I am
now - over

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