Metaphor Grave Poems

Dusky, azure sky looks down
The ochre earth awaits you
Near and dear have a deep frown
On the deathbed, you know too

Time is coming pay no heed
To...

Read More

At the edge of the old cemetery,
I found an unkept grave.
It was though the person interned there, 
Had a soul no one could save.

Her tombstone...

Read More

not as bad as when 
she drunk-posted Sand 
and Water by Beth 
Nielsen Chapman in honor 
of her uncle's passing 
forgetting it had a line...

Read More

This poem is a metaphor.



Crying tires,
shattered glass,
it all happened,
so very fast.

His life it flashed,
before his eyes,
a life swaddled in set ups,
and lies.

No direction,
for the good,
he...

Read More

My friend, don’t struggle so
Not much longer to go
No more working for the all-mighty buck
No more lusting after the…
Ahhh your dirty mind 
Will be the...

Read More

In Memoriam Quietly Always Close

Are they whispers, then, settling
So gently upon that slightest breeze wending
     Over the granite crosses and statues...

Read More

A tradition beyond the grave, leading the dead and dying to sporadically engrave 
upon themselves an epitaph, in hopes of discovering their forgotten path. 

And...

Read More

The bar door is ajar only fading voices
echo into the void, from nowhere...and afar!

Here n there, trash drifts
ghosts in flickering neon 

Broken floating bloated 
dead...

Read More

A desolate isle, where it hurts to smile
buried betwixt mists both eerie and vile.
Forever hidden amongst dwellers of an uncanny guile,
where those who chance stumble...

Read More

I
one sees less-marketable manners, traits
as one plays with dirt - we used to say "soil," -
wherever I go, i will be pottering plants like Philodendron

II
today...

Read More

I rediscover organic errors
hidden in co-gravitating
love language.

Gravity is easily noticed
as Apple falling toward Earth;
less visibly co-scienced,
experientially remembered,
as co-gravitational
co-relational intent

As Apple's ego-gravity core
falls drawn toward sacred...

Read More

Pakistan is a cemetery..
When a Pakistani becomes rich
his bank accounts are in switzerland..
He invests in Dubai..
He consumes chinese..
He prays in Rome..
He travels to london for...

Read More

In doom light, I see all that is & 
Ever was, I see all the façades 
Stripped away n callouses 
Tearing away all the love...

Read More

On forboding...


The rocky cliffs 
Stark against midnight 
Somber and austere.

Darkness sharp cold drifts 
In hollow halls 
In empty rooms with broken windows!

Deep underground...
In the deepest...

Read More

Bring on the pain 
       for I have seen my ruin misspent ways.
Bring on the rain 
  ...

Read More