Tomb Poems - Poems about Tomb

There’s this voice that echoes inside of me,in the pit of my soul He has long sharp nails, with which he tears down the walls of my heart,peice by piece Every time my foot steps on the grass, greener than the day before He pulls me down into the Earth And I am submerged into the sea Filled with...

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Blessed and blasted what a beautiful day Picnic basket lunch for You and me Cone join us Lord, You're always welcome What great company You will be Tell us a story now dear Father Thrill us all just one more time Placed His body in the tomb at noon He was nowhere to be found by nine He is risen, yes the Lord...

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Silence is the absence of energy No vibration, movement, or synergy Nature muted, physics frozen Molecular loss of motion Stillness, cessation, yet more Peaceful quiet we adore Or the calm before the storm A meditation to perform Tranquility without a note No rhythm or tempo to denote Without melody or harmony A sad musical larceny No instrument, no voice to sing No string to pluck or bell to...

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I saw a Man today as he walked the hill Tears and drops of blood did equal spill From brutally torn flesh and eyes of pain I saw a Man today my inadequate refrain I saw a Man today unjustly convicted His trial was short and clearly scripted The verdict assured without any proof I saw a Man today who spoke only...

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In the depths of silence, when quiet becomes a deep and unwavering tomb, where the echo of old certainties dissolves under the shadow of a bygone memory, there, among the fragments of stillness, the subtle whispers of a new direction appear, like a thread of light piercing through the cracks of an old wall, promising a secret spring. In...

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1 Corinthians 1:18 “For the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness; but unto us which are saved it is the power of God.” As I wait for the Son to rise, for hope to soar through the skies for the light of the world to shine so that grace and love are mine… I hear the...

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high rising waves crashing on my tomb the tomb of stone i built on my grave a sailor on a sea on a ship with no sail i carved my story on stones with my nails in a well where my savior’s hands feel shorter escaping this town is only way move forward sun never rises in my forever cold world peace...

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A Sunday Morning A small group of women slowly approach a tomb hewed from a local hill. A bright rising sun begins to peek over the horizon as the first day of the new week dawns. The Roman soldiers lay all about the entrance in different poses as if asleep. The mighty stone that blocked the small entrance to the hole of death is rolled away. The women approach and look inside. The...

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Tomb of the Unknown Twenty-one steps south down the black mat Turns and faces east toward the tomb for twenty-one seconds Turns and faces north, changes gun to outside shoulder and waits twenty-one seconds Marches twenty-one steps up the mat Turns and faces east for twenty-one seconds Turns and faces south, changes gun to outside shoulder and waits twenty-one seconds Twenty-one steps...

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beneath the sands where time and shadows meet there lies the tomb of one who cursed his breath a pharaoh bound by pride his own defeat entombed in gold and wrapped in linen death his sightless gaze guards treasures in his depth his name is lost but still his power stays a ghostly force to haunt the desert’s haze to those who...

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These are modern English translations of epigrams and poems by the ancient Greek poet Erinna... On a Betrothed Girl by Erinna loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch I sing of Baucis the bride. Observing her tear-stained crypt tell Death who dwells underground: "Thou art envious, O Death!" Her monument reminds passersby of the bitter misfortune of Baucis — how her father-in-law burned the poor girl...

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My first grade field trip begin Joseph Medill school of journalism Chicago my first grade class sang African American spiritual hymns performing at the Schubert theater the museum of science and industry the museum of natural arts Du Sable museum finally the freedom riders arrived several trailway buses to take my first grade class to...

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For a moment when I open my door, a sweet meow will greet me, but, it is just a wish . . . Oh, I want to live in that one moment, I want to lift up kitty, but my home is tomb silent....

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Known since children We took upon each other As friends, we grew Separated by birth, only in mother No father should we Ever call the same Yet a family of friends Is what you would say It was late When we fell in love I say we, Like it was the both of us You love me as a brother does to another but it is you...

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A touch stone Plausible end Mark of greatness....

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