Grave Poems | Examples of Grave Poetry

Chasing illusions I lived my life turning ghosts into knights talking to walls carrying inside a strong need to be liked. Jessica ...Read the rest...

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Isn't this all I wanted? But why do I still feel haunted? Flashbacks echoing in my mind, Stop it now, just leave those memories behind. This residential terrible memory lanes, Runs through the veins in every part of my...Read the rest...

Why did I have to silence my brain Thinking it would alleviate the pain, If only that hair trigger had paused ... Now look at all the troubles I caused Forget the moment the last breath drew The people who...Read the rest...

Beneath the moon’s haunting silver sheen, Where whispers of cold night winds convene. In dreams’ labyrinth, we’ll intertwine, Amid shadows cast by the pale moon’s sign. Across the veil, our spirits entwine, In a macabre dance, your heart in mine. In...Read the rest...

Don't come, do not come Do not come to my funeral Do not come to my burial Stay home in a quiet room To read my God-given poems Be inspired and turn them into songs. You were absent in my life When...Read the rest...

there’s a lady dressed in rags and robes she’s slowly skulking by the stones of names and dates and faded mark as mist and crows guide through the dark she’s looking for her grave a single bell helps set her...Read the rest...

The Hypocrite The Doubter hides behind religious guise, Mistakes the raven for the pigeon in darkened skies. His words beguile, twisting my skeletal fancy into a deceitful smile, Espousing, “Darkness must be exposed by light”, all the while. Release the...Read the rest...

Natural death licking aims Now our bleach seasons heirs And the pubis of public lore Intrauterine spinning blue dream cream Roils rushing a rock star’s semen searching For golden lands of rum and sable ladies eyeing Blown ear-drum truth percussive Hand-grenade...Read the rest...

Jesus was dead There was no hope Disciples' dread How could they cope? Christ crucified It was all o'er Crowd stupefied Death they deplore Messiah killed What more was left? Dreams unfulfilled All felt bereft Laid in the grave Still Saturday Some sign they crave To pave...Read the rest...

Sitting on a sinking stone bench overlooking headstones overgrown by bramble and bush, I listen to weak whispers of sad spirits who await release to the other side. gentle chimes pleasing tones scattered to the winds dark shades search...Read the rest...

“We may think of freedom, not as the right thing to do, but as the opportunity to do what is right.” ...Read the rest...

Spring winds clean winter branches Leaves billow far from home A maple tree sheds its own in tune No one is around to collect them Flat and perfect to be pressed in a book Unlike humanity’s tree in March It sheds...Read the rest...

Love and Loss Ghosts of missed chances, haunt my restless mind, Regrets and what-ifs, leave my heart...Read the rest...

Never had I met you Still I know your name, Because of the notoriety Because of the fame Written in stone Forever and a day, Many gone too soon Seems to happen that way Halls of Hollywood memories Echo down...Read the rest...