Short Gravestone Poems
Short Gravestone Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Gravestone by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Gravestone by length and keyword.
Life was a burden till death set me free -
Now granite gravestone being hard on me?!
November 15, 2021
Here lies Melanie Walker.
A legendary hooker of old.
Her customers must have loved her
because they bought her a coffin of gold.
snow covered gravestone
monument to lost childhood
cold harsh memories
abandoned hope, love and dreams
never a Christmas blanket
Gravestones lopsided
Forgotten behind the trees
Surrounded by grass
Sun crosses risen from earth
Crowned with some olive green mosh
Write on my gravestone.
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Not a random skip.
Rather, it dropped correctly.
Was neater than other lines.
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[Author's note: if this poem needs decrypting, see my reply below]
Here lies Abercrombie Wellington Jones
Under the flowers are all of his bones
Young people like to deface his gravestone
Due to all the slaves Jones used to own
BY MY OWN HANDS I KILLED YOU
MY DEAR SELF
TO HELL I SOLD YOU
I DIGGED A HOLE
BURRIED YOU
AND WROTE ON THE GRAVESTONE
REST IN PEACE MY DEAR SOUL
THAT IS YOUR NEW HOME
Remember where I lay
Remember my gravestone
Remember this is now my eternal home
So remember my resting place and remember my new throne.
For my only fear in death - is again being all alone.
On a Gravestone
You always thought I was beneath you...
Now I am
xx
(You Know Who You Are)
30/11/2012 ~GG~
btw This is written by me and for me xx
Daniel
Reminds me
That a name
That is not a casualty of war
Is a name that may not adorn
A war memorial gravestone
But is rather living among the walking dead
That came home to live out
The days of thunder
For countless others
Caught
Cant Help Falling In Love
How Gone Will I Go
Im The Dumb One
Friendly Fire
Hostage
Pieces
My Heart I Surrender
Don't Care If I Make It
Your Guardian Angel
The Kill
It Ends Tonight
Losing Fight
Angels Die Too
Gravestone
A gravestone.
It says Sheila Ryan, died aged 59
A devoted mother
Here clinging to the hillside
Striving, for the solemn white cross at the top
Standing
quiet,
unmoving,
unsympathetic.
As soil creep carries the believer down the hill.
Form:
"Here am I,
finally alone"
says this gravestone
placed on my bones.
I wonder why...
How long I have to sigh
under its monotone
grave good-bye?
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Just a poem, nothing more :)
May 25, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
The tombstone carves itself
When you are ready to embark
On an underground journey
Where your body fades
But your soul survives
Your name is being spelled out
In charming calligraphy
And as the gravestone crafts 2005
You are incapacitated with fatality
Form:
fragrant rambling rose
entwined in honeysuckle
memories of gran
i cut some blossoms
to place on her grey gravestone
tears fall like raindrops
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Sponsored by Constance La France
10/06/21
Here lies entombed a poet
Whose verses in ether lie,
He seeks no tears of mortals
Neither seeks a mournful sigh;
Gay blooms shrouding his gravestone
Are magical spells of his,
They'll drench your soul with nectar
And pints of heavenly bliss.
***********
Rose
Blood red
I placed it
On your gravestone
As a symbol of my undying love
You departed this life far too early
I’m all alone
In the world
I miss
you
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Blowing frost on a star and gravestone
quickening our steps like Charlie Chaplin
turning maple leaf into rubies and gold
churning flocks into wind-splashed shoals
now we're hunched over like Quasimodo
the homeless sinking deeper into their hole
November struts about and barks like a crow.
The other half of me
Explains what others see
But only few know that half
That I choke and bleed between every laugh
That there's a king behind the gaffe
That there’s pain in every paragraph
And those who know
Don't know where I'll go
But at least they will be at my gravestone
My collie dog,
a mellon she has
seen, there...
her feeling very
Jolly...
my collie ate
that mellon,
was filled with...
melancholy,
somehow...
Now my collie in her
grave, for this...
mellon proved too
sour, now there...
on her gravestone,
appears
a Melon-Cauliflower
Celebrate life as death;
names iced across cakes with love as carved on gravestone—
covet breadth.
Reap or romance;
same chance to see flames, cheer, lie prone.
Our dance,
on clouds—
candles blown.
Crowds.
Celebrate life as death;
same chance to see flames, cheer, lie prone.
Crowds.
No gravestone witnessed on these grounds,
Field of Blood the worn sign read.
Blue flowers thrive with tinge of white
within this field where mercy runs;
Countless folk lie buried here
Abandoned, forgotten– these dead.
Still nature honors them with care
each June when wild cornflowers bloom.
Under the old oak tree
Undying memories
Until tornado winds
Undid that tree, your grave
Unveiled huge toppled stump
Uplifted her through air
Unfound- Felisha Cat.
April 30, 2021
Contest: Pleiades U
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
True Story~ May 2018
(only a piece of her gravestone, was found)
Sirens cut through
the stillness of the night
blinding lights flashing
Police and paramedics
battle to save you
Chest compression
rhythmic pulses
desperate attempts
to breathe life
into cyanosed lips
Now you rest
under a gray granite gravestone ...
I’m bereft, I feel so blue
Blue Contest
1/7/19