Short Dead And Buried Poems
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My life as a woman is not defined by being married,
Nor is it defined by me being a wife.
I hope that I’m remembered long after I’m dead and buried
And for WHO I was and HOW I lived my life.
I was dead and buried,
a corpse rotting in soil.
No sunshine reached me,
my flesh falling away, hollowed.
But I am alive now,
green and bursting forth.
So much has been lost,
while I slept in the ground,
but now I am here again,
ready for each new day.
My heart is wounded,i'm a living corpse
I'm dead and buried,in my sorrow,i'm dry of sobs
My tears have dreaded,unwaiting of props
My life is tainted,i see no hopes
Tomorrow is unwaited,i've spinned like tops
For my heart is wounded,you left me a corpse
Graveyard
~~~~~~~~~
Walking past it everyday
Intrigued by the secrets it whispers
Dead and buried
Still stories to tell
Some of heaven
And many of hell
Oak, ash, and maple stand vigil
Swaying in the breeze
Still swiftly I walk past
Till the usher of us all
Mistress Death claims me.
Pointed subtle agony
Wraps cold fingers around my heart
Separation of what I am....
Free falling lazily like dead leaves
into what I am not...
Scarlet Rage finger paints
Black arcs across my world
Red is hypnotic, like flowing blood
loosed by one small flick of a blade...
Heaviness seeps in,
as though already dead and buried
A Fantasy of relief.
When I am dead and buried
in the ground, I know that my
soul will be in heavens ground...
I have lived my life as true,
as possible according to
heavens law…
So, God will receive me
as his child and I will
live in heaven with God, and
all who went before me…
Please remember me, but
don’t cry, for I am now with
God and family…
By Sandra L. Hoban
©2004
Today I spring up
I arise from the dead
Dead and buried long deep
Deep in the blackest darkness
Yes I spring up
Today I spring up
I decline to die again
I resuscitate outstanding gifting and talents
The gold that's within
Must up rise and radiate
Today I spring up
Tell my mates I’ve risen
Risen so high, high to radiate the world
With my gifting and talents
With gold in my hand I arise
I’m back from war without my soul,
having pawned it on the field
Among the dead and buried dreams,
whose futile prayers concealed
I wonder where my spirit hides,
as I sleep these endless hours
With day as night and night as day,
in loneliness devoured
My mind goes back to search the graves,
old enemies inside
And calls my name into the dark
—reclaiming every lie
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
A brave believing victim of the Shoah said, 'God slept'.
Is it not true that God and Humanity were allies as the
United Nations Forces defeating Fascism - for ever?
Only the other day out of respectability I heard an anti-
Semitic remark. Alas, this old evil is not yet dead and buried.
Time,
Not matter how long
Or how many centuries
would not change you,
Your voice, eyes and touch
Will ring the bells of dead and buried tales,
Your aura, an enigma, would omit and shine
The love I knew was always mine.
Nostalgia swims around my head
Until the moon pales and I
Return to bed.
I cast a spell within my dreams
A manifestation of you
Weaving together our endless seams
~Guinevere~
All grown up
Toto long dead and buried
Married to the perfect man
Change is in my hand
Sliding between dimensions
To return his heart
Ripped from dying white rabbits pocket
Crazed friend tried to defend
Took his hat as he
met the same
Scarecrow fills my bed
Lion is my spread
The perfect man
Kept in the garden shed
The wizard now can only groan
cut out his tongue
Your kingdom
is now my home
CONCRETE
My
Name
Is Jesus
I came to earth
Born in a bare stable
I came to save sinners
I was crucified dead and buried
I was resurrected on the third day
I ascended to heaven, seated on God's right
I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life
I am the Cornerstone, The Solid Rock
The Firm Foundation, build your life on Me
And the storms cannot prevail
24 March 2018
For the contest sponsored by Maureen McGreavy
Rain pours against the windowpane,
As all the world has gone gray,
With dark skies all the noontide,
And foul weather keeps us inside.
Like vivid autumn leaves fallen,
Once exotic dancers on the wind,
Soon dead and buried in snowdrifts,
In keeping with the rule of the
Seasons, one dance in golden sun!
Like the afternoons daily dying,
For some vivid lives are shorter.
As the rainbow lasted for a moment,
Leaving memories before it went!
In a child's blueprint
Most telling memories
Lay dead and buried
Prior to ghosts that torment him grown
The plain act
Of daydreaming
Has ways to call forth
A multitude of zombies from his past
Like a family friend playing father
After Dad's recent demise
Assisting the mother easily overcome
By her youngest boy dubbed Exceptional
Taken aside and told
He's really something
But aware it did not amount to a lot
Through the eyes of those most dear
Dear Son
even I am long gone
dead and buried
please son take heed
the good lord will plead
good deeds do matter
sin will land you in the hereafter
down under where the co!cks and roosters crow
now in hell fire's, son, please I wish you not to go
travel light my son, carry a heart of love
beware those, friends that make you less
I am looking up from above
no more disgraces
or shadow traces
chat not with
ham or pork
in teeth
delusions
I see all
be kind
in the sky
I doubt myself,
And all my worth,
I hate this life,
And curse my birth,
No need to wait,
For my 6 feet of earth,
I’m already dead and buried,
In this hearse I call skin,
'Cause I’ve laughed for so long,
While I’ve cried from within,
So laugh with the cynics,
At all hopes that I’ll win,
'Cause victory is an illusion,
A mirage I can’t touch,
Why should I delude myself,
With visions of such?
I’d rather die a broken cynic,
Before using hope as my crutch.