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Grave Prose Poems

These Grave Prose poems are examples of Prose poems about Grave. These are the best examples of Prose Grave poems written by international poets.

Premium Member Butterflies on Mama's Grave
Butterflies began landing on his mama’s grave a little after the dew dried.
One butterfly became two, two became six. Six became a bouquet.
Tommy looked up...

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Categories: prose, angel, blessing, butterfly, grave,


It's the one that only talks of death ...
funeral, grave for Example ...

    TALK TALK ...
The one...

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Categories: prose, allusion, analogy, funny, humorous,

Regarding forgiveness, never had I heard it said in such a way             ...

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Categories: forgiveness,

Pendle's unseen war
Tap tap  boom… sheep scattered like shrapnel
Brian Dunn’s instant memorial smoke rose
from his peaty wet death hole, roots
lumps of peat and ling fell like...

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Categories: prose, death, horror, loss, world

Premium Member My Son's Resting Place
All paths lead back to this place
Where you rest in eternal peace
Today a white blanket of nature
Keeps you in God’s warm embrace

Snowflakes fall around me...

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Categories: prose, death, father son, grave,

is around the corner
its for loner
remember he came back
he was as they say wack
its  a fact
as the flame burn
he promise to return
this is not...

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Categories: prose, abuse, grave,

It was an illicit affair, you'd think, they wouldn't dare, they believed, if we handle it with care no one would be aware. Bur they...

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Categories: prose, appreciation, betrayal, devotion, encouraging,

Grief and suffering
I can be
A Life sentence to many

Because . . .

The more you love me
The more 
I will hurt you in return

I can take away your...

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Categories: prose, age, anxiety, appreciation, bereavement,

Agent of darkness
Of principalities and powers
Who knows no love
Hate, scorn and wickedness 
Who sow thorns at night
Reaps prickles in darkness
You; you,
Who robs Peter 
To pay...

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Categories: prose, dedication,

Bury The Baby
The sky and the ground have given you this body and you have destroyed it! The stars and the moon have sacrificed themselves for you...

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Categories: prose, 11th grade, angst, my

vehicle- the death angel
student they are
on the wings of knowledge,
on mirthful wings of angel,
on light of inside and outside

smiling touches them purely
fresh mind, fresh eye view to the...

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Categories: prose, death, depression, nonsense,


     Another one is gone. A friend, family, a piece of my life and the fabric of the world; gone to...

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Categories: prose, addiction, death, life, loss,

lazy dream mysterious death
From the heart of green naïve village
surrounded by corps field, mosque, ponds, 
ancestral grave yard, school, college, 
madrasah (islamic school) etc he is

brothers, sisters with...

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Categories: prose, sorrow,

Premium Member The village is opened

I unpack this flat pack pop up card
I scan those ancient hills,
the snow starts, 
it crafts a powdery scene that 
covers all this greenery.

I walk...

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Categories: prose, snow, surreal, winter,

Rainbow Children of Light

After every dark downpour,
the tears of heaven makes the sky brighter
But many still only blindly see
through the prism of pain
So sadly, 
they continue to have...

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Categories: prose, identity, spiritual, truth, wisdom,

Pond of Peace
Torch our land, burn our honor.
We pray to spirits to harbor life.
Soldiers ordered to harbor Hell,
Our sacred tribes we sacrifice.

Exists no grave that beckons death,

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Categories: prose, forgiveness,

Redefining death
Subject death is mathematical,
Darwin's theorem, a squared circle.
The grave "sines", line numerical planes,
In roots of square variable names.

Formula of life, one-twenty to eighty,
Formula of death,...

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Categories: prose, faith,

Premium Member Billy
His obituary was in the newspaper today.  I had not thought of him in ages, yet he was always in a nest in my...

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Categories: angst, crush,

Let the Children cry
--From the Mad Diary of War--

I salute each hour the children cry.
My greatest desire to be sure.
I hate with contempt these little ones.
Their daily death's...

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Categories: prose, war,

When all is said and done
When all is said and done,
And I am no longer here,
Will you love me just the same
As if I were always near?

When all is said...

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Categories: prose, i love you,