Short Graves Poems
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for us all she stands
flag presented to trembling hands…
shallow graves in foreign lands
Robb A. Kopp
© Nov.13.2012
Orange skies fade to black.
Hearts fall in graves to plaque.
by Nikkia Roberts
Contest: In Its Essence
Theme: Time
Restive meadows, silent stones, shallow graves
~ in words their meanings emerge
Before marching
To our graves,
Time leaving
Her mark
On all of us
Waiting for
Your soul to
Be saved
Ghosts and spirits
Unravel this
Purple wind
Unleash your grin
The graves
Borrow deep, again,
Through the
Voices of dead men
war graves surround me
stretching into the distance
scarlet poppies grow
N/A in original Contest
07~15~15
Insatiable are
Their greed millions of graves digs
Heavens in mourning!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 September 2015
sleeping in their
quiet graves
are
gray ghosts
with dark
amber eyes
waiting for
the moonrise
to fill
the breathless sky
Translation,
the executioner of emotion,
—and rustler of graves
(Chicago Illinois: Water Tower with Studs Terkel—July, 1977)
the snow falls softly on the graves of heroes at rest...a winter salute!
Beatrice Boyle....For Constance's one line please contest.
Prescott Bush proved his moxie
as war-profiteer proxy
with brother Harriman
since shame can't bury them
when suggestions turn Nazi.
sycamore trees
uproot
themselves
To
walk among
the
graves
to
dwell inside
the
souls of men
and
walk
Among the graves
The deep things none can tell
People take them to thier graves
Hard to keep control
These are the reasons for deep secrets
melodramatic
dramatizations
reenactments
of past scenes
brought to the
surface by the
unearthing of
the graves of
past ghost
Sentry sits alone,
Amid fallen heroes graves.
He was their symbol.
Quietly he sits.
It is fitting he keep watch,
For they gave their all.
For everything in sight
Dark leaves fall upon this night
Falling through these cracks of light
Among the graves, this wine cellar of darkness
Tear stained flowers left on mother and daughter's graves
*In memory of Bonnie Faye Todd and
Crystal Faye Todd
Conway, South Carolina
For whose sake
states indulge in wars?
Chiefs of realms,
so as to
fulfill their selfish egos
dig their people’s graves!
WAR
Red
White
And blue
Bleeds purple
Generations lost
In shadowed television lips
Smiling behind masks of golden mountains screaming graves
The courtyard beneath the graves
Grew still in my heart.
My brother sleeps
on a hotel bed
Sniffing in the soft air.
The present blisses my mind.
Graves standing
Out here,
In this cold
No fireplace
To keep us warm
The soul needs rest,
When we get old
To lay here
In these
Fields of gold
The grave
Keeper knows
Who shall
Fill these graves
When there is
No flesh or bone
Graves have
Empty souls
Death shall
Find the
Respectful owners
Stain
The crusades
stain
pure hearts
Blood
drips
on graves
Morning fog
evil rises
another stain
on humanity
Ghostly graves haunting the youth
As they fear life more than death
Too afraid to dig their own
Hole, where they shall lie
waiting for sailors
who battle King Neptune's wrath. . .
their watery graves
For the Haiku 102 Poetry Contest of Nathan D