Epitaphs Poems - Poems about Epitaphs

...Beneath the dome of an unforgiving sky, a spring with a leaden heart warms up, Around it, whole worlds gather, with stiffened breaths and glassy stares, Herds move, languidly inside a landscape tor......Read the rest...

...Below the veil of twilight, memories sway in the moon's oaring, Effigies of the departed rise like incense smoke amongst ruins. They have sprinkled us with pale dreams, and now, flowers of forgetfu......Read the rest...

... As heartrose epitaphs swathe earthly echoes with swelled up w a v e s of spiritual sirens, sea-fairies collide with honeysuckle footprints, traced by mint-green manta rays al......Read the rest...

...“Special are the ones that see beyond veiled verses, behind violet smiles, so much is spoken in silence, where cosmic chaos are scattered amidst the twinkling constellation......Read the rest...

...Writing is a gamble we put in our words, pull the slot and read back our cherries and lemons -- the object is to publish our addiction to connect with a reader our casinos, the clan-......Read the rest...

... Written: March 07, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As I gaze up at the sky, A vision appears in my mind: A ring of children, of all hues and races, Joking, holdin......Read the rest...

...My eyes cry for fuschia glimmer on indigo waves again, but all I see are haunting hues of black sequin glittered epitaphs; reflections of hollow clouds enveloping cold air; building t......Read the rest...

... This poem is a special devotion for my mother, who has always been a healing sun for these wintry eyes. Mumma, you're my hope, my strength, my magic and my heartbeat. I'll always find my fairy-......Read the rest...

...Why of all souls, you had to be the chosen one, But without you, these verses would have never seen the light of day. You’ve stolen a shard of my essence, now shackled in the cuffs of your hands, ......Read the rest...

...In the dirty hands of poverty, Scavengers of the Republic of Enlightenment Quench their thirst under the eyelids of the proletarians. A sinecure of hard drugs To silence the lamentations of t......Read the rest...

...Long past war’s fading drumbeats And beyond the miasmic mists of time Run undercurrents that displace peace And fancied futures hoped sublime. Once staccato beats of war drums abate Far from......Read the rest...

...Between paper-soft worlds of fragile imaginations, I float upon those gossamer tulips that split every second of saccharine musings and eclipsed confessions, distinguishing all ......Read the rest...

...The graveyard, shrouded in pale mist, so hauntingly eerie, dampen spirits as the full moon loses her glow - dreary! I float, like a vapour, amongst lifeless, inky shadows; solitary yew tree, groan......Read the rest...

...All alone you sit there in grip of graveyard, hosting demonic thoughts, Listening to cries of tombstones, squalling from lovers’ somber epitaphs, Recounting how you chased prospects, innocent souls......Read the rest...

...I am like faded leaves, beneath my frail feet, failing your forbidden name that crushed the petals of blossoming hopes, dusted with dark obsidian nightmares, enclosed in seeds of disconten......Read the rest...