Graveside Poems - Poems about Graveside

...Race riot I went to a dancing competition, little did I know it was naked dancing by grotesque old people the young in the audience laughed till their faces became a mask of horror, looking  a......Read the rest...

... I opened a large book- my rose to lay aft lifted from his graveside to my breast. Oh, yes- God stood beside me on that day and led me to the place where it would rest. One night I pra......Read the rest...

...The day that you left me to go off to war, you hugged me and said with a shy little grin. Don’t worry son there’s nothing that can stop me, from making my way back home to you again. I remember......Read the rest...

...Creative Columbine, rich and vibrant, In hues of blushing rose, soft As shadows fading beneath the moonlight, Glorious sighs, planted in colors, Black earth, fresh as the dawn, And basking in th......Read the rest...

... Arising in softest sapphire, Shimmery as the night, Inviting silence to release her, Tears flowing, thick and sincere, Breaking through melancholy, Trembling with dark dread, Er......Read the rest...

...cold winter day graveside service jumper cables......Read the rest...

... Ira Earl Hudson January 6th 1961 - December 20th 2023 VIEWING Terry's Funeral Home 2337 N Williams Ave, Portland, OR 97227 Jan 18th, 2024 @ 4:00pm GRAVESIDE SERVICES Willamette ......Read the rest...

... I think when I’m in heaven, I’ll put my feet on a soft cloud. Pour some Tennessee whisky, and read poetry to the crowd. I’ll hug my dad a few times, I’ll kiss my mom on both her cheeks. Sit......Read the rest...

...Gone are souls who always cared. Gone are common memories shared. Gone are loved ones old and young. Gone are budding lives unsung Announced by church bells too soon rung. We all lament the ......Read the rest...

...Mocking the dead, the vampire on the hill, high above the cityscape. Why does his cloak wrap around? It moves with a hissing sound, blackened on the outside, blue on the molten graveside. Sh......Read the rest...

...This here's the story of a jaunty young fellow His name was Theodore J. Wigglesworth A distinguished sort of a chappy Theodore was Who lived in the small town of Perth Every morning at ......Read the rest...

...From the cold, damp earth I rise, With a heavy heart and tearful eyes, My mother lies in eternal rest, But her love still beats within my chest. With each breath I take, I feel her near, Guidi......Read the rest...

... Having known scoundrels, like these up close, Happily using your monies on which to dine Family coffers stuffed, be they duly accursed! High cost yes,your money buys them fine wine. Wh......Read the rest...

...Friends, Trumpians, EcoFeminists We gather here to no longer hear divisions across a win/lose zero-sum aisle so we can see revisions within a win/win nonzero-exponential future free of b......Read the rest...

...Flowers by her graveside because she wasn’t strong enough to stay and fight She was always either fight or flight but when the fighting became too much and the madness added up in her head it all st......Read the rest...