Sevens, Shovels, and Spades
Dig, dig, dig. Black soil and stone
Earth worms wiggle , Decay bones
Dig, dig, dig, scatter seeds there
Sprouting, searching sun and air
Dig, dig, dig, To hide our dead
Six feet under, body bed
Dig, dig, dig, create new life
Born of earth, Feed appetites
Dig, dig, dig, Shovel and Spade
Flowers grow from planted pain
Dig, dig, dig, Work never done
Then I see that I'm the one
Dig, dig, dig , out of this hole
Skin so pale and Icy cold
Dig, dig, dig. Deep down inside
Reveal secrets graveyards hide.
Categories:
graveyards, death, farm, garden, grave,
Form: Free verse
There’s a hill that I’m climbing
I don’t know where it’s going
but I hope it leads to you
I don’t think I could take it
if the view was anything but you
Every battle has an enemy
but in this case
I think I’m the outlaw and the jury
Reconciliation, motivation
Things we lost along the way
That and the energy
to pretend that we’re not drained of everything
There’s a hill that I’m climbing
I don’t know where it’s going
or when its ending
but I hope I follow through
I don’t think I could handle
if the view was anything but you
I wish the wind could carry me
I wish the wind would leave me
with a burning sensation of wanting more
That and the dichotomy
of self-sustaining vs. lonely
I wish the leaves would fall
a different color every time
Like the view I’m hiking towards,
I’m reminded of you everywhere
Determination, desperation
Things I hope to gain along the way
If you’re not on the other side,
than none of this matters anyways
Categories:
graveyards, adventure, anxiety, crush, dedication,
Form: Free verse
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. Icy mists
hovered around graveyards, phantoms clawing and cawing at
sanctified earth. Spectres clinked chains with warnings dire.
Clocks stopped. Widows wore black. Families, trapped in the
amber of grief, took portraits with their beloved deceased.
A memento of the living.
Now, you just ghost me on Tinder.
Categories:
graveyards, analogy, angst,
Form: Free verse
Yes, yes, his siblings are long deceased
though there are no graveyards in the mind
He relives their quarrels each night in dreams
struggling, in vain, to flee nightmares unkind
By day, his two sisters whimper, one in each ear
by night, their fury they roar, magnifying his fears...
No, no, there aren't any graveyards in the mind
just brows deeply furrowed, faces etched with lines
Categories:
graveyards, conflict, dream, horror, night,
Form: Couplet
Graveyards are beautiful to me,
oh, those trees so filigree,
those beautiful statues so eternally divine.
Since a child I have gone to see,
graves in rows like waves in the sea.
And as I ponder- I gather inspiration sublime,
inside me words twine,
and in time rhyme.
Today, I go with a bright red rose,
oh, when he died- I froze,
I lay my red rose but the wind takes it away.
and I follow it among the rows and rows,
past all those who quietly in death's repose.
In a trance, I begin to meander in that sea of gray,
and words I pray,
for those in decay.
___________________________
December 18, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/'Graveyards Beautiful'
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1209-858-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Strand Special 5,
Brian Strand
Third Place
Categories:
graveyards, grief,
Form: Rhyme
between old graveyards--
young cherry blossoms ripen
in dead of winter
Contest
Categories:
graveyards, flower, winter,
Form: Rictameter
A few days ago
A thunderous storm
Attacked my city
And reduced
Trees and structures
To bits and pieces
It has uprooted
Numerous homes and
Countless plants
It has destroyed
The lives of people
Who have lived under trees
And on platforms
Along with their
Simple dreams and hopes
While I observed
The heavy ruins of
This witchy strike,
My eyes fell upon
A roadside graveyard
With numerous tombs,
Big and small,
With extended slabs
Having engraved names
They were standing
Stiff and strong,
Clean and pure,
Reflecting the
Gold like sun rays
On their
Polished surfaces
At this split-moment
A rare secret was
Revealed to me
From my heart's depth:
"Whatever happens
The graveyards are
Always graveyards...
No life...no movement...
They're just
Sand and stones
With dry bones inside..."
After a few moments
My heart's voice
Again whispered in my heart
In a secret tone:
"Don't be a graveyard...
Get up...
Move...
Fall down...
Crawl...
And then...
Finally...
Get up again
And rise like the sun!"
Categories:
graveyards, imagery, inspirational, introspection, mystery,
Form: Free verse
Graveyards are beautiful to me,
oh, those trees so filigree,
those beautiful statues so eternally divine.
Since a child I have gone to see,
graves in rows like waves in the sea.
And as I ponder- I gather inspiration sublime,
inside me words twine,
and in time rhyme.
Today, I go with a bright red rose,
oh, when he died- I froze,
I lay my red rose but the wind takes it away.
I follow it amongst the rows,
past all those who quietly repose.
Then, I start to wander in that sea of gray,
and words I pray,
for those in decay.
___________________________
September 16, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Graveyards Beautiful
Copyright Protected, ID 16-8294-22-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Your Best Rhyming Poem - 2
Sponsor, John Hamilton
Fifth Place
Categories:
graveyards, beautiful,
Form: Rhyme
And the cemetery was littered with debris
While I paced the graveyards in crushed marble,
That seraphic figures draped the woeful air
Enshrining those long gone…names forgotten
By time’s entombment of a shrunken past
As black roses moved with the cold, cold wind.
From this moment, a heavy silence tugs me;
I kneel down and cry, sighing they find peace
As broken wings perch on my shoulders
That my hands fold in deepened appeal,
Requesting the guardians of life
To teach me stillness when the last twilight
Comes, till the gasp of arriving and leaving
Lays me to rest , tranquil and sweet
With burst of petals along my cemetery;
Knowing not if I have ever lived
In the fullness of love…or fallen from grace.
.................
For the Contest:Any Poem You Ever Penned
Sponsored by Broken Wings
Posted 5/20/2016 ... Not entered in any contest
Categories:
graveyards, angel, bereavement, grave,
Form: Dramatic Verse
nail shut this coffin - bury it forever in yesterdays’ graveyards
~*~
Categories:
graveyards, life, sad
Form: Monoku
The stagger of night, twilight stalks all lands,
draws close the grief of dulling coal;
when adult blood will stain my hands
what guilt will stain my soul?
The pluck of childhood dying, a throttled harp,
duet concord of a runaway train;
when looks might kill, honed razor sharp,
what murder kills my brain?
Some distant border, where the horsemen ride,
in fractions have me going south;
when wishes curl and die inside,
what words die in my mouth?
The afflict haul of moving on, of ever fraying ties,
leaves the light dying far behind;
when sport and death may fill my eyes,
what graveyards fill my mind?
Categories:
graveyards, confusion, life, teen, time,
Form: I do not know?