Mausoleum Poems - Poems about Mausoleum

“When trust is a walking phantom, draped in dying dandelions, let the wind blast forth its shattered promises, as rain rinses away piercing pain of memories lost” Quote by Poet the sky is a catacomb of faceless promises and ghosts clothed in tangled treachery as trust is a wilted tulip~ embalmed in golden tears… O’ deceived heart of the eclipsed sun you were...

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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 the tomb ... In a place of reverie Not a place of gloom Legends of the silver screen Lives of cinema and...

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Media Tabloid Vixen. You seem to speak as if from the grave, a crosswired rig of McGyverse psyops in a disguised Ministry of Truth Museum Mausoleum. Report with vampires of halitosis, ad nauseum. In the dark depths of silence, where truth lies concealed in sound-bites of sired waves, video blade, blathe. Gossips of falsehoods in shadows...

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The mausoleum echoes my soft steps Down long corridors of marbled crypts – My father loved to hike and fish. Stairs, a left, then right and at the end, On a lower tier, I find his name William – but only one ‘L’ remains. I gently touch the name of he who gave, Me the patience to cast in stream’s cascade, Then...

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Graveyard craziness Mausoleums give me creeps Hardware not software...

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Oh longest time it seems yiv dreamt, me Mausoleum Man, Coffed in Mummy's charnel home stove 'round your stonewings' span. You Monk brod in yar bunkous cell, 'tween sellow stone sainwalls, All hued in Olden Woldic green by lichen spattered greenfalls. You Embalm-ee bequested: just unnatural light for me; So acid lamps cast all he's shades and the flotsome seeds...

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The Essence of Soft Shadows The essence of soft shadows on the wall that shelters where we'll rest when we are gone, where light flows in to grace the marble hall and seasons can be seen with each new dawn... Will speak to us of earthly joys we knew... ...

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THE MAUSOLEUM OF ALL Africa is the burial chamber of many, Millions of men and women rested in peace, The deepest hole full of important bones, The bones of *****sapiens are in the graves. It is the cradle of humankind. Africa the sepulcher of our ancestors, “Rolihlahla Nelson Mandela, Emery Patrice Lumumba, Julius Kambarage Mwalimu Nyerere, Jomo Kenyatta, Kwame Nkrumah, Samora Moises Mashel,...

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‘Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust’ (No one is going to bust up MY insides, sew my eyes and mouth shut, drain my blood and pump me full of fluid then seal me up in a concrete drawer) Mama I was so young, so very young So very young and so very curious You were sitting in your favorite...

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For you our love was neither strong nor real But I had both wild fears and odd hopes. And now in my soul there's a mausoleum, It's a remembrance of the joy we lost. How can I bury all those golden feelings That you woke up in my heart? Though they died It seems as if they were alive and...

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Weathered black veined granite walls Built so many years before Moss covers the slippery walls Stained black by years of endless rain Grass grows on antique slate shingles Ferns grow in nearly unseen cracks Caused by ages of neglect The name has long since faded The plate fell away and vanished If it was ever there Moonlight flickers between distant clouds Shining through broken stained glass Dancing...

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Crooked teeth upon rotting smiles.... Bearing their canines for the throne to behold The petrified flesh of these fruits they share Decomposing souls, which might have once been Had they ever learned? Had they ever known? Caught within these crowds of invisible things Chasing leviathans Loch Ness dreams.... While the martyred they cry for the countless ones And the Angels prepare, their chariots...

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Crooked teeth upon rotting smiles.... Bearing their canines for the throne to behold The petrified flesh of these fruits they share Decomposing souls, which might have once been Had they ever learned? Had they ever known? Caught within these crowds of invisible things Chasing leviathans Loch Ness dreams.... While the martyred they cry for the countless ones And the Angels prepare, their chariots...

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Dead end Cemetary plots Loved ones hold near Treasuries of memories Of that person sweetly and dear I cannot let go of him so near He was a special gent Always said "How Do You Do?" no matter where he went Sleeping silently,my friend In this Mausoleum White Photographs and articles about It still brings upon me, a little weep of tear Again..it is clear I cannot let go...

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