Monument Poems - Poems about Monument

A Monument to a Murdered Love The walks with my ghost on beautiful mornings were taken. On late afternoon evenings, the walk goes to the sad night. “Sad nights?” Asked my ghost.“ I think the harvest was good.” Said my ghost. Yes, my ghost words always mirror the truth. His words, phrases, speeches, biography of life, the Titan. He is the...

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Quote: "The Taj Mahal, the symbol of love, signifies that the tomb can be architecture too.” -- unkown Taj Mahal, a testament, love enshrined, A marble ode to a love undefined. Through the ages, its beauty persists, Eternal love in white marble exists. A tomb of white splendor, like a moonlit dream, Where Shah Jahan's love for...

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Many white Americans still struggle with the issue of racism in the 21st century.This started with the Confederate monuments. The Confederate monuments do not have the same meaning to black Americans. While white americans view these works as a part of history, a past that cannot be covered over or changed ; the symbols of...

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by Maxwell "Max" Sebastian Burchett One Memorial Day made me consider The many tombs to unknown soldiers, In memoriam to the lost From wars then and now, Unnamed ghosts. Is memory of all without any names, The memory of none? Surely the names were known to some, All missed and mourned by a loved one. All had mothers with pain and grief unknown. Those who...

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Straight perfect light moves guiding spirits back to land pleased to hug them...

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the unremoved stone It has been there since our childhood, it will remain there until our departure... Is standing there telling a past story who she asks... Always present in the landscape, don't move away from life... Stone not removed... ! Natural monument of time! Portion of our memory ! Os Merry Christmas friends of...

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Moss grows on the old gravestone mooring itself into the moribund marble spreading like a syphilitic rash garbling the name in shades of green the velvet glove of a thief slowly stealing the identity of the dead buried below The blurred image of a willow tree all one can still see engraved in the soft stone weathered by more than a century of...

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Whatever our bodies could have done If only, there was, little less of poison The hoardings’ screaming. Loud Drinking Coke was in. In fashion We sprayed aerosols in airs Filled our bellies with alcohol Artificial lights of late nights Food sprayed with chemicals Such a divine vehicle is the body We compared it, to an automobile Vehicles designed aerodynamically Curves compared to breasts &...

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To write and wander among the spires Her mystery ancient, each look inspired The sand the measure of all between What’s in my soul —and unforeseen (Monument Valley Utah: September, 2021)...

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Peac oh, peace, I always wish you, wonderful sculpture, alive... ! ...

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Fluid life dreamers munch on cognizant pastries shortwave misgivings...

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The Monuments Have you the strength to spear a spine, and will you ladle blood pudding into the Battle Queen’s bosom, under contract that ye shall taste sudden death, and then feast with the gods, not terribly mamed, nor returned to pander for P’sy in the proximity of pathetic peasants? It was their use of...

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In the chilled space of time, There she stood—unperturbed; There she stood, cold and motionless As if a victim of death, but not dead; There she stoically stood—challenging All of nature; even man himself—daring. There she stood—leafless—her tall skeleton Piercing the sky as if a monument to her life And being—a naked statue with arms spread wide. If her imaging could speak, standing there,...

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Saša Milivojev - ICE MONUMENT I have been searching for you in the centuries In lost dreams In icy seas Tracks covered in snow And you are no more Everyone ‘s undone Winds! Turn me to ice A monument of ice To be awakened By soft rays of light Once a heart is thawed It will beat for you Memories I lost Turn my blood to frost Tear droplet so young On...

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Crazy Horse Monument Up there! On the Black Hills Mountain, 1 A work in progress sculptured in granite, Of a stern faced warrior, strong and determined, 2 Unadorned in a war bonnet, with his hair flowing in the wind, And the White Buffalo Calf Woman’s seven values 3, 4 Written into his face. Mounted upon his steed, Crazy Horse scans the horizon, And...

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