Short Tombstones Poems
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Derelict tombstones lying at death’s door.
Contest: Six words Sponsor: John Lawless
02~22~16
choka
amid the grasses
a white beauty blossoms wild
each tiny petal
bestows great honor
along the graven tombstones
volunteer, unsown
Etched between two pines
shaven mountain crest
Beneath benchmarker
lined tombstones
Why do crows stay in
Inside the confines of a
Dark cemetery
Fearful tombstones their haven
Why do they enjoy the dead
Russell Sivey
In graveyard dreams
tombstones are etched
with fading memories
Only plastic flowers
are forever—apart from
my undying love…
Farewell, mon amie...
tombstones stand row in row
American flags fly peacefully among the dead
their blood was not shed in vain
they served,
they honoured,
they stood for America!
Parading in the graveyard so silent and dark
Checking the date on the victims tombstones
But a Reaper must do his duty and play his part
And forever walk with darkness and macabre alone
the crumbling stardust
caged nightingale does not sing -
tomorrow's tombstones
The soup kitchen
opens an hour late.
The rain finally stops
and the hungry file in.
They’ve had a long wait.
Cigarette butts
line the sidewalk,
early tombstones
in their wake.
Donal Mahoney
Jesus Christ was called 'King of the Jews, '
And His teachings became our 'Good News, '
Now we all can take pride,
Embrace Christ crucified,
For with death He paid all of our dues.
Brian Johnston
June 29, 2014
Forgotten tombstones,
Forgotten flowers,
Forgotten heroes,
Forgotten thoughts,
Forgotten memories,
Forgotten good,
Forgotten bad,
Forgotten indifferent,
Forgotten past,
Forget the future,
Forgotten peace,
Forgotten world.
Among the tombstones -
Before I join the departed -
Calming breezes blow through ancient oaks.
Dew drips quietly from hanging Spanish Moss.
Eternity speaks,"Welcome - I will wait".
9/30/2017
For contest ABC poem for Sara Kendrick
tombstones loom in the mist
of the churchyard's eerie glow,
feelings of sadness will persist
as memories come and go,
in the misty silence, tears will flow
1-1-2020
Writing Prompt- English Quintain Imagery Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
The graveyard has a spooky gate,
The tombstones spaced behind,
With skeletal remains arranged
That passersby could find.
Some ghosts pop out of windows,
Where they’ll still be at dawn
And you can visit all of this
On my grandchildren’s lawn.
the eagle has landed
standing guard on the remains
these courageous vets
sacrificed for our freedom
young hearts that rest neath tombstones
Written for the Bald Eagle in the Cemetery contest
and dedicated to all our veterans
Like the wisp of a
fragrance
So is the memory
of the dead
only seared by time
But in the hearts of
loved ones
they are tombstones
erected as memorabilia
Remembrance only for
the love hearted;
And not as famous
as Rembrandt.
I see the
Tombstones of modernity
crumble
as tired tears
of pretty paintings--colorful--
(wash my face)
and decompose cheap convenient concrete
to make way
for more convenient wires.
The metal, sharp
pries me far above what is knowledgeable
Twilight graveyard, solemn shadows
Shadow's tombstones, lined in silence
Silence, broken by cries of grief
Grief for the departed, love lost.
Written on 6/6/2015
walk by the burial ground
ubiquitous queues of lichen
awninged tombstones string out
engraving summarizes
bold subheading
who was adored by whom
I slide the dainty floret stipends
turn into gleams
scattered embers
riding the withdrawn wind
Written: September 27, 2022
In
sullen
graveyard of
souls a heavy
mist peppering down,
across granite tombstones;
here lie centuries, stories,
that only the listening soul
may hear and reveal in numerous
ways and in its revelations, improve us;
the soul has powers beyond our finite minds.
Birth and death are but stepping stones,
on our path to eternal life.
Beyond physical skin and bones,
birth and death are but stepping stones.
From our cradles to our tombstones;
life leads souls to the afterlife.
Birth and death are but stepping stones
on our path to eternal life.
Like elephant stomping on the grave
They show no love and they say no pain no gain
Blood stains on the grown peoples names put in vain
Tombstones all around with familiar names
Your brothers your sisters
People you know are waiting for you to help them but you say that you cant be everyone hero
whistling past a graveyard
Devil may care, but I have no regard
I walk among granite tombstones
six feet below are boxes full of bones
I find myself in a dark, dark room
only to realize it's a witch's tomb
gravedigger has bodies to retrieve
on this night, Saint Hollow's Eve
Trailers sprout from desert floor
Tombstones marking the graves of my aspirations.
Tumbleweeds snag remnants of dreams
And blow across macadam prairie.
A highway carries hope far past this place
Of broken dreams and suffocating despair,
But me the mountains trap; they surround me,
And I'll not see home again.
Around, all around,
the dark memories gather.
My dread grows
as the headsman's axe
falls against my neck.
It severs me,
and darkly my blood drips
to the cold,
uncaring tombstones.
In unholy terror
I flail madly
while the Reaper
laughs cruelly.
Now alone, my blood falls
upon uncaring eyes
This is your love.