Grave Poems | Examples of Grave Poetry

Dense stone pins soft grass indicating importance giving gravitas ...Read the rest...

It's gilded in bright colours Like a peacock butterfly; It sparkles in splendour Like a diamond in the sun; When it rests, it rests In confined dank darkness, In a bowel of nightmare With what remains of a...Read the rest...

The old fart (alter cocker) shuffle as one fairly long run on sentence unwittingly made locally famous courtesy residents here at Highland Manor Apartments as first one foot and then the other painstakingly, and agonizingly dragged across the cement...Read the rest...

Numbness poisoned flowers spooky nights serenaded with chattered cowers, wounded grasp cascaded panicked voices bloomed mother's smile paraded with gleams doomed, yearning hopeless answers as death roamed. ...Read the rest...

Eyes of fire and steel A heart full The rhythm going numb A boy cries a year younger Beside me And a year younger Than I was - Except me, It is cruel for any body To feel the longing Or the falling - Down...Read the rest...

Crafts loves this is a mystery I see I didn’t know I suffer the same fate I too have a garden, mahogany Vines twist rocks onyx and alabaster Oaks and ember leaves in zeal flutter light Azure sky cast a...Read the rest...

Sevens, Shovels, and Spades Dig, dig, dig. Black soil and stone Earth worms wiggle , Decay bones Dig, dig, dig, scatter seeds there Sprouting, searching sun and air Dig, dig, dig, To hide our dead Six feet under, body bed Dig, dig,...Read the rest...

If you look You will find me Here in the garden ...Read the rest...

CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 4 Catullus LXV aka Carmina 65 loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Hortalus, I’m exhausted by relentless grief, and have thus abandoned the learned virgins; nor can my mind, so consumed by malaise, partake of the Muses' mete fruit; for...Read the rest...

The world maybe bitter and dull, to some without a meaning, bright the eye of heaven shall shine on a day with no complaining. Hope does fade away sometimes on days that are restraining, and blessed...Read the rest...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Walking through the quiet graveyard beyond a reality that defines time. Discreetly, reading new and old gravestones, bound by the realms of mortality, Dead! Alive my time instead, but one day will lay my head. ...Read the rest...

Demon hauls Silent Loud screams Unheard screams Echoes of a silent dark room My demons Lark Inside my dark mind Trapped in my sanity Piercing screams Seeking refuge Refuge from my fears These demons Never let it rest I'm loosing Loosing it all Already evident From these aching...Read the rest...

You don't seem to understand The truth I clutch in my hands I never wanted to hurt you I just wanted to show my virtue It's the only thing I can do I'm on my floor laying dead My heart knows...Read the rest...

Far from this place, Where peace escapes, He ran, lost in the race, No one cared for his fate. Death's beckoning touch, Drew him near, His grave, a sanctuary, Where mercy did appear. All he had, a distant memory, A broken story, filled with...Read the rest...

Am I really this old, so many ghosts beckoning? —Michael R. Burch Sleepyheads! I recite my haiku to the inattentive lilies. —Michael R. Burch Stillness: the sound of petals drifting down softly together... —Miura Chora, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The sky tries to assume your eyes’...Read the rest...