Graves Poems - Poems about Graves

Mother, child are you bleeding Watching the world come down The doors are locked, the streets are cold Are you buried in the worlds soul Spiritually entwined To live until you die Mother hold my soul And sew my pockets full of rubies Take the candy from my teeth And be please buried with me Child holder of my soul Asking help and talking tall Bury...

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#These_graves Wait! Am I stepping on someone's grave? no one seems to answer, but the bowing of their head down, gives me the actual answer, that's pain forcing their heads down. Where should I step when everywhere the ground, seems to be covered with graves, not marked but lives were lost there, at some...

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O’ statesman wrinkled so frail, Young child sad soul so bitter, Later a senior prom, Marriage child later on, raising a family strong. Labor force workings hours long, right to work state isn’t believing. Elderly now mind a haze, This world system in a blaze. Rooted in flesh buried there! Graves not receiving my spirit. James Edward Lee Sr. a BARD POEM 8/20/24 Written words...

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From bright sunshine to dark caves ...

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Lonely graves One day The Lord looked down from heaven And saw all the graves without flowers Those with no visitors to mourn He cried These are my children The one who begged on a street corner The one who spoke to herself Because no one wanted to hear her voice These are my beloved children The one who walks the street to find love The one...

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if the rain were to fall and the sky were to bubble in clouds would you return to me would you clean the wounds of my life and sacrifice some of your soul for my own what is it in this world that hardens our hearts and strangles love we have died every day among the beauty yet, we are drawn...

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Shallow Graves Miracle Man 2/4/2024 Memories, we inter in a shallow grave, are the one’s we’re better off forgetting. Perhaps we were wronged and never forgave, and time’s lateness now finds us regretting. “Peace of mind catnaps on a bed of feathers, while anxiety lies tense on ticking filled with straw.” Tom ...

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No mechanical diggers digging Standard oblong shaped holes The only effort needed being To manipulate the controls. We dug our graves by hand And the sweat of our brow A craft that seems outdated And no longer any use now. Each grave was dug to An Individual coffin’s shape With an allowance made for The handles and the rope No deviation of the sides by Even the...

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“I Tried My Best” At your request I tried my best To pen a poem. I tried to write. A happy poem Full of hope, trust, and tranquility, But Anger came knocking, Came knocking at my door. Let me in he cried. Please let me in! I beg of you. This winter storm is harsh, I’m afraid I’ll die. Please let me in! Am I a fool to...

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O how have I suffered such great graves! I have been pierced by the swords of my kings Injected with the liquid of their corruptions They have rescinded my harmonious names They have plucked away my treasures, With every good of mine Possessed unto themselves as stern, And given them to foreign sons. For self-benefits they have sold me to them, And these Whitefaces...

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I visit them in silent repose, their memories float on whispered breath. Bringing the delight of days now gone, I do not feel the sorrow of death. Here I can still see his loving smile, feel his spirit fill my heart again. I see his eyes dance as laughter spills, and tobacco stains his grizzled chin. I’m with him once more in...

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At a distance of two graves angels do not have wings on their backs their unrest stirs up the earth somehow a sunrise is brought closer for the eternally asleep. At a distance of two graves a bunch of discarded wings today what nobody needs anymore, I burn in voices that extinguish and collect the sky of ashes of the grass water fingers nobody makes the cross sign everyone...

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I can't get this poem to form. So just placing it here anyway. I found a graveyard with only the steps remaining of the church at the side of a busy road, with derelict car showrooms neighbouring the site. Some of the graves looked well maintained despite them being extremely old. When I researched it...

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Dance of Graves The dance of graves occurs more than we are prompted to imagine. We prefer to keep matters of death fit into that realm of Afterlife, where the divine mysteries are kept far beyond our daily lives, which are too full with concerns about budgets, health, and childcare. we tend the grown vines ripe...

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For generations raps, taps and table turnings were the signs of a spirit calling; the ghoul of you trying to deliver a message - to finish unfinished business and sleep an everlasting slumber in the clouds above. The presence of a loved one floated in white light, apparitions waving at the end of a tunnel bright....

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