Languidly adorning cemeteries gravesites
Imbued with grace, softly hushed purity
Libation of white lilies splayed upon gray grave
Yielding sentiments of love laden in mourning
Red of blood
Green of puss
Black of veil
Brown of earth
Brush with death
Every night as i'm laying in my bed
These uneasy feelings surround me
I feel the strangeness of them all around
And though i look there's nothing I can see
All night they have me tossing and turning
Making it impossible for me to go to bed
Relentlessly these feelings torment me
By putting thoughts of you inside my head
I grab the phone and dial your number
And listen, and hope you pick up the phone.
I need to talk to you i need your help
You can control these things i'm not shown
As we talk these feelings leave me be
I let you know i can't wait to see you again
And I hope the love you have for me
It's strong enough to make it until then
We tell each other how much we care
As well as how much the others missed
And when our conversation has ended
Our phones are the ones that get kissed
I listen as you slowly hang up your line
That's my sign to hang up the telephone
That's when the feelings swarm on back
I guess it's only the feeling of being alone
On a warm sunny day
I let the dog out of the house
He wants to jump and play
He gets mud on my blouse
The warmth of the sun
I throw my dog’s toy
I try to have fun
I try to find the joy
I take in the view
I sit by the tree
He senses my mood
He walks up to me
“I’m sorry I’m sad
I don’t know what’s wrong
I’m doing pretty bad
I don’t know how to be strong”
My dog licks my face
He licks the tears away
He jumps in my lap
We both take a nap
But I wake up alone
I see his headstone
I see his old bone
I’m here on my own
I wish you were here
To greet me with cheer
To chase all my fears
I know that much is clear
I’m sorry you had to go
But I feel like you’re near
You’re the best dog I’ve known
Your spirit will always be here
frost e n r o b e s your grave
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a winter's night ~
tears collect in pools
Dearie,
So happy you make me,
Yet the sadness ruins my knee.
We met by misery,
All in that nusery
I am livid in tears
But it opens my ears.
To be full, out the real
I try you to feel.
A space of no thought,
And no fraught.
A reality in my dream,
You bring to my realm.
Rejected and forlorn... I come to,
Dejected and torn. .. I leave too!.
My angel keep playing,
With hide and seek, you are slaying.
Dearie,
My thoughts are eerie.
But you make me sane in insanity,
I feel druggily yet so happily.
As I go over the counter to survive,
You counter there in deride.
I find you in a home,
Of all places to clone.
Ha!..ha.. Ha..my love,
Must we play in this grave?
Sweetie.. we go a long way,
Can you spare me a few?
My devil...I..,
What a spur!... I...
Can't leave be,
Yet won't let me.
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
And died in them
He never got to taste the sweetness of freedom
Even in death, even in the afterlife
He will always be known
Through only his skin colour
We will never fully know will we?
Honey, can you hear me?
I'm calling from the grave.
I long to have you near me,
It's my heart you have to save.
Eleven years without you,
And my heart is growing cold.
But, the light still shines about you,
Just have to wait till you get old.
So, when it's near your final rest,
With your all endearing charms.
Just lay your head upon my chest,
And sleep in my hungry arms.
Chorus:
Though our love has been set free,
Still, my heart you have to save.
Till the day you're next to me,
I'm sending kisses from the grave.
I am looking out my dining room window, overlooking the birdbath in the small garden of my flat. The arum lilies have added a new bloom—just as the last one is dying off—beside the grave marker of my pet: not just any dog, but my trusty emotional support animal. A black bird takes an early morning bath in the yet icy-cold water, while another waits impatiently for its turn.
the arum lilies
are exceptionally showy
this year—
the etymology
of my name
captured
by the S f U l Z o E w T e T r E s
it’s five months
since his passing
emotions
plumose …
Dust taints scent of rain
the wind wrenches gate ajar
lightning splits the clouds—
grime streaks down marble headstones,
as silver names bleed deep red
bouquets torn and flung
petals smashed into the mud
plastic stems snapped clean
weeds kneel and crawl up to stones
claiming what storm has laid bare
the squalls scour angels
driving grit deep into wings
puddles drown vases
pebbles scatter like lost teeth
pathways get buried in hail
beneath all this rage
the dreamless ones stay silent
beyond the storm's grasp—
no pleas get through weighted soil
moored tight in unyielding peace
storms don't bow to the names in stone
don't hear the prayers carved to atone.
the dead can't rise, the dead can't plead—
the wind takes all, it's wild and unforgiving
the wind takes all, it's wild and unforgiving
There are demons I fight
That live inside of my head
No one knows that they exist
I choose to hide them instead
They torment my heart
And they torment my mind
There is no sense of peace
That I’m able to quite find
I wish they would go away
And finally leave me all alone
They have killed all my happiness
While my depression has grown
All the pain I have stored
Would make most men die
But I push through it all
And when no one is looking I cry
Hiding the river of tears that flow
One down each side of my face
I wish I had another emotion to feel
And this misery I could replace
Until that day comes around
I’ll be stuck in this living hell
Forever filled with this depression
Unable to ever feel like I’m well
Dead Babies
You know where
silence is complicity
insidious war crimes
dance in this vile air
Holocaust encore
They laid their gold
on a tray the color of midnight,
fingers ringed in stones
that caught the candlelight like captive suns.
Outside,
a boy with a patched sleeve
watched frost stitch lace
across the bakery window.
His breath bloomed and vanished,
a ghost repeating itself.
The men inside
spoke of progress —
steel rivers,
glass towers that drink the clouds,
oceans combed for oil.
A gull’s cry cut through the smoke.
It smelled of salt,
of a shore too far to see,
where waves still bow
to no one.
And somewhere between the clink of coins
and the rattle of the boy’s thin cough,
the truth waited —
patient as winter,
sharp as the wind
slipping under the door.
Most wars are fought for nought
neither problems solved nor solutions sought
Thousands upon thousands upon thousands die, for what
~ that their partner-in-arms dig for them a plot
small graves -
more horror packed
per acre on holy land
Specific Types of Grave Poems
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