Beautiful Epitaph Poems | Examples
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(April 1, 1919 – July 25, 2011)
In this graveyard, in this marble lies
an artist adding light to the skies.
August 12, 2011
Poem that is written with each gentle kiss
Music I play twitching the corners of my lips
Art brush paint four magnum opus till death
Final one I will whisper with my dying breath
Cicely Tyson, raised in Harlem, a model ‘til beckoned by Broadway
African American women’s strength and virtue, she went on the big screen to portray
A myriad of awards, the Presidential Medal of Freedom in two thousand, sixteen
Soon after, an honorary Academy Award, her memoir, Just as I Am, soon to be seen…
*Note to Sponsor: My poem is only 4 lines, as you asked, but no matter what font I tried, I could not get it down to four lines on this format, so my apologies.
February 12, 2022
Little one, why you cry;
Keep your eyes towards the skies;
God, yes and Jesus too;
Got their eyes on you;
Young man with the gun in your hands;
Stop, what ya gonna do;
You don’t have a father,
And yet you do
His name is Jehovah
And He loves you
Old woman in the wheel chair
Be aware God yet lives
And like the like child and babies
He has His arms around you
Yes, God got you and Jesus too
Just believe wait to receive
Just be still
God got you
2/8/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Here beneath this humble mount lies
The girl with the prettiest eyes
Greater beauty one hadn't seen
She was fairer than any queen!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 December 2019
"Melancholy is the happiness of being sad."
Victor Hugo
Filled of memories, dreams lost and found
and heartaches hugged and embraced,
time stands still, laying quietly ticking in wait
of everything that was and is never meant to be.
I sleep, dulled and delayed by my dreams
slipping into futures forgotten and passed
with yesterdays anguish awakening, grasping, clutching at my heart
in want of your love not given
and mine, too easily given away.
Melancholy is my seduction, sensual emotion. pleasures endured
for need of loving you without return
imagined laughter at your amusement
that I am blinded by your beauty and innocence and yet, you see me not.
Full of hope, passion, lust filling every bone, sinew in my mind
this heart cries, weeps unceasingly
for the perfection of untouched love
that beats and breathes in every salted tear
that will forever, long eternally for you.
I die quiet and stilled, silenced by these imaginings
that tear at my heart and soul
and force my mind to false comforts
that is not real, to happily cry at loving you.
7/20/19
Writing Challenge 2, July 2019- Melancholy
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Equality; There is really no such thing as equality. How can there be if we are all different. There is, however, such a thing as fairness, but not yet. Not enough, anyway. Society; It seems the more progressive society gets the more regressive it gets. So far, it seems. Advice; When choosing between money and fame maybe one should take the money instead. ha ha.
Why is it that much of the time. Maybe most of the time. Those with the most to say of importance are listened to the very least. Why?
The maternal/paternal instincts are the other side of the coin of the erotic/sexual instinct.If you corrupt one. one corrupts the other.
May 14, 2014
He went away,
on a beautiful spring day,
not a cloud in the sky,
and I often wonder why,
the weather was so nice and dry,
with the flowers all in bloom,
and the birds singing their
cheerful tune,
You see the cancer had invaded
his lungs and brain,
his vocal chords were paralyzed,
it should have rained...
Yes, it should have been raining,
and cloudy and gray,
the day Dad left us,
and passed away.
May 14, 2014
He went away
on a beautiful spring day,
not a cloud in the sky,
and I often wonder why,
the weather was so nice and dry,
with the flowers in bloom,
and the birds all singing
their cheerful tune...
You see the cancer had invaded
his lungs and brain,
his vocal chords were paralyzed,
it should have rained...
Yes it should have been raining
and cloudy and gray,
the day Dad left us
and passed away.
A fellow that sleeps upon the bed of Earth
Now rest peacefully wishing of heaven's mirth
Leaving a life presented and given to her
A beautiful gift traded with the devil's lure
Just like all seeds that grow big, old then wither
Her life story can stay as long as we can remember
Forever it may be, yet it is sad to say
That she didn't say goodbye on that fateful day
Those who cares, those who loves
Are left to suffer like mourning doves
Without a care she took her steps
Something breaking is what she met
Bride's Mound is a site sacred to the Druids in Glastonbury.
This beautiful Druid funeral was a wonderful way to say farewell to a lovely soul.
Up on Bride’s Mound, where the sky meets the ground
Circle wheels within wheels, on a blue winter day
Child of the trees, of the stars and the breeze
How much we love her and want her to stay
Waft of incense on air, words of ritual prayer
Gentleness, blessing, children at play
They who confessed her, who laid out and dressed her
Scattering acorns, wormwood, and bay
No dark corner spared in the memories shared
Of the pain that she had before finding her way
Rivers of sound, through the harp, through the ground
Diluting the darkness, dissolving dismay
Herein is forgiving; the dead and the living
Made fresh by the scent of a rosemary spray
And redemption and peace, in her final release
Leave us free to remember and love as we may
We are all of us here, she has nothing to fear
Her spirit has gone from the bier where she lay
As together we stand, on this green hallowed land
Holding dear Kathy Hope as we love her away
by Gail
A seed we all come from,not hardly seen,and then we grow a little at a time,Life holds us back the rain and storm we push us though and then we Grow .we do not know what happens next will we be rotted in the ground.or turn to sun to make us grow .sometimes in life we miss are call .and then regret are life in all but if we keep are growth a live were make it though the trouble skies.sometime it's deeper than we know sometimes it's just the way we Grow. so have good judgement in your life .and then when you look up to the sky your say your beautiful in God's eye's.