by Karen Jones |
Categories:
dream, feelings, green, how i feel, lost love,
I write so many poems that you don’t see
They end up in purple poem cemetery
Mangled in the **** of my maroon mind
Tangerine tangles of wasted time
Violet vines of not good enough
Tall teal trees of unreturned love
Winged words white like albino leaves
Falling to their death from teal tree
Falling for you’re deaf to my poet tree
Bass treble cleft left in green cerebral dream
Unsung songs unmade love
Sing a longs gone wrong
Made in maroon lust
But somehow I manage to hold on to it
Maybe it will be reborn as a chocolate kiss
of rainbow reflection of historical views
Of future endeavors red spice unused.
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
angel, art, beauty, death, depression, loneliness, romantic,
The cemetery was
Before my very eyes, stillness
Autumn leaves a blanket on the dead
The cemetery was
There, as it always was there
From childhood till now
The cemetery was
For me, my escape, comfort and refuge
Among the strangers and the dead
The cemetery was
My pathway to the heavens
The gateway to my dreams
The cemetery was
Until that one fateful day
My sanctuary
The bullet wasn’t even meant for you my love
You are dead none the less, beneath me
I, who weeps at your grave, lifeless too
Now the cemetery is my hell
Tormented by what ifs
I breathe the autumn frost only
That one day
Our daughter will become
You
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
culture, death, funeral, music, paris,
Death – Remember me Tomorrow
Votre amour est tout ce que j'implore
Angels took us from France's shores
To the promised land of lady liberty
Hollywood glitter enticing us lovers with mystery
Living the past in a cinematic telling
Ironic that love was sourly spurned
By Bogart’s charming quilted misgivings
Madeline, later would sadly sing
La Marseillaise, while lovers embrace
Paris after dark, they disappear with no trace
Trains to death and boats to freedom
As Casablanca tells of romantic tales
Je suis vieux, est je suis seul
The beautiful one misses the past and you
All the ships have sailed and gone
It’s the cemetery now where I rest under lawn
by Khadidja Megaache |
Categories:
death, grief, pain, poets, remember, solitude, sorrow,
When I lay in the mortuary,
Don’t cry, smile and appreciate my journey.
Throughout life, at times, I lived wary.
I carried hope, love and even the burdening worry.
When I lay in the mortuary,
Before I’m buried and forgotten in a cemetery,
About my death don’t ask questions,
Don’t whisper in my stiff, blue ears confessions.
Few would come to my funeral,
Fewer would weep.
Few would care,
Fewer would lose sleep.
When I lay in the mortuary,
Burn my drafts and books,
My life was dull and ordinary.
by Yann Rolland |
Categories:
appreciation, nature,
Human things
Are very tiring,
Pays homage to granite,
Welcomes the warmth
Of the sun that turns,
Welcomes the silence
On the pretty cemetery,
Human things
Are very tiring,
ignore young girls,
And the beautiful alexandrins,
ignores young men
The transparent glass
Filled it with cognac,
Get drunk, more often,
Of the beauty of the world,
human things
Are very tiring,
Welcome the sun
On your skin, quietly,
The birds are bright,
Human things
Are tiring,
Behold the primrose,
The golden sprig, the daffodil,
Love the silence,
Love the pink granite,
hear my deaf prayer,
Human things
Are very tiring,
Admire the primroses.
by Linda Barr |
Categories:
brother, funeral, inspirational, loss, passion, satire, heart, heart, love, red, rose,
My brother is buried at Arlington National Cemetery. I still remember that day
His Human Heart
He laid red rose upon white casket
Tears were hidden behind dark glasses
People are such righteous asses
This question I just had to ask it
A wounded heart will not outlast it
This human life quickly passes
This human dream was love’s excess
Why was his love so very wrong?
Gender doesn’t really matter
Human dreams are still shattered
He laid red rose upon white casket
Was their love so very wrong?
The question I just had to ask it
His human heart still sang love’s song.<>
by T Wignesan |
Categories:
loneliness, lost love,
The Last Hope, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s sonnet : Dernier espoir
There stands a tree in the cemetery
Thrusting itself up in total freedom,
By no means the fruit of bereavement –
Spreading itself out on stone unobtrusively.
In this tree, be it summer or winter,
A bird alights to trill clearly
It’s sad song of such fidelity.
This tree and this bird do us bind together :
You the object of my thoughts, I the absence
That time takes stock of in evanescence…
Ah ! To live again propped up against your knees !
Ah ! To be alive again ! But stay yet awhile, my lover,
Let not the void be my chilling victor…
At the least, say : I live but in your intimate core ?
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
by Stark Hunter |
Categories:
death,
Edwin Van Dusen
1831 - 1903
Come closer my friend
Come closer to my forgotten grave,
Here in Clark Cemetery.
You’ll find me enclosed beneath the hardened dirt here,
Beneath the grassy terrain.
My soul enveloped in infinite dust,
Remains alive still.
I fondly remember Christmas time
And hunting birds of prey in Turnbull.
But now I sleep in this eternal death world,
In the eye of Orpheus
Staring downward ever downward
My eye lids inside this cushioned casket,
Flutter and wink again and again,
Wanting love
Or the beginning of an amazing thought.
The thought that I lived and loved,
That I experienced every day of my life
With a mad joy.
by Ceasia White |
Categories:
death, funeral, lost love, people,
Vigorously crying, feeling like I'm dying in the midst of mourning under the rain fall and tall mighty trees.
All I can hear is a shout of, "Why God, why did you take him away from me."
The hurt and the loss of it all will always be with me.
Flashes of moments, all in memories.
The life we had together is now history.
As they put the coffin into the ground while I stand on graveyard land.
It really became clear to me.
My lover and friend was a guardian angel sent to me.
Swiftly walking to leave this cemetery place with friends and family.
In God I trust my memories will never be erased, emptily.
by Eiken Laan |
Categories:
death, family, funeral, life, loss, love, sad
cemetery
resting place
family gather around
many bitter sweet memories
silence
by Tamilyn Love |
Categories:
allusion, break up, emotions, feelings, grief, how i feel, spoken word,
I'm here holding on but trying to let go
Afraid to loose my grip And fall back to you below
I can not say the feelings that I hide
There is an emptiness
A darkness
Lighting flames on each side
I am laying here looking up wondering how I fell
Can I get back on two feet
Or am I forever stuck in Hell
These tears are holding memories
One by one falling down
Dripping into a love cemetery
Buried deep under ground
That flame is spreading lighting each end
Burning together and snapping at the bend
Ashes falling are carried through the air
Gently flowing each other's love
Spreading everywhere
by Teddy Kimathi |
Categories:
death, deep, emotions, lonely, love, mystery, sad,
And the cemetery was quiet,
just like any other day. He carried
the flowers which were her favorite;
lavender. Graves surrounded him
like a maze, as he made his was
to his lover's grave.
Soon, he arrived on the grave,
with an angel's statue on top.
"You will always live in my heart,"
he whispered, in the midst of tears,
as he placed the flowers on a porcelain
vase on the grave.
It was getting dark;
he didn't mind. He lay on the left side of her grave,
and slept. Deep asleep, a scent of oriental spices
and sandalwood surrounded him. The scent smelt
like his wife....
Contest Name: And The Cemetery Was
Date of Contest Judging: 6/1/2016
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by Shawn Munoz |
Categories:
absence, dark, death, life, sad,
I tell you that I love you, yet you never say it back, When I look at you you glare through me as if I were a piece of glass.
Everyone is different now, My cell never rings, No one pays me a visit, Why doesn't anyone acknowledge my sound ?
A year has passed but still no change, My spouse now belongs to another, The friends I once had now hang out with others.
Why am I going through this ? What have I done ? I had many friendships and family now I have none.
I walk through a Cemetery my stomach gets a knot, I look down and notice a plot. My name engraved in stone. I was 6 feet under, I never realized that I was gone. ™©
By : Shawn Muñoz
by Maximilian G. Wolf |
Categories:
crush, feelings, for her, heart, lost love, love, sad love,
We are lost in the fog rolling over river waves, intoxicated with waters music.
I can see you only, and you can see only me,
while passion between us turns into endless blue.
*
In a flash, I can see
yours jump into the hug of insectoid past.
Dreaming fingers of mine and my long dark hair.
You are chasing your shadow while dreaming of me.
You will catch her only on the horizon.
*
The great wall protecting my soul is collapsing,
hit by your lips and words.
Frightened, my soul emerges out.
*
My flying words towards you are frozen
by dead bodies.
Our shoes are in love with the path
through the cemetery acacia.
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by Kash Poet |
Categories:
hope, peace, love,
Human imprudence
leading to so much bloodshed
learn to love like birds
share the sky above to fly
let love triumph over bullets.
© kashinath karmakar( 10th August 2011)
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Placement: 10th ;(August 2011)
Contest:Bald Eagle in Cemetery contest (Photo based)
Sponsor:Carolyn Devonshire
by Jean Murray |
Categories:
anniversary, death of a friend, father daughter, , Lullaby,
The cemetery was dark, yet full of peace.
I felt the bodies asleep beneath my feet.
I hummed softly a lullabye as I walked by.
My father's favourite, called Turalurali.
I knew he stood beside me as he whispered
"Have no fear", while I shed a tear.
I told him how I missed him, though twenty years
had passed. A love to last.
And the cemetary was beautiful as we parted once again.
Anniversary meeting between two old friends.
by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories:
courage, education, introspection, tribute, i love you,
TIME ANEW
(When we celebrate the coming of the New Year, we have to keep in mind...)
Time,
My best friend,
My worst enemy,
To my child you gave birth and
My parents you took away,
Happiness is your gift
Suffering is your doing
You took the bride to church and
To cemetery you led the widow
Love with you it grew in me
So did her sister, hate
To spirit you brought ecstasy and
To the heart abhorrence
Success came with you
Failure likewise
You made me proud to feel and
Also to feel ashamed
BUT
Each time you come ANEW
Jubilantly I celebrate
For unconditionally I LOVE YOU
Because I am your CHILD!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
01 January 2013
by Stephen James |
Categories:
My thoughts of you are so far buried
Deeper than a cemetery
And when you remember me
That’s where I’ll be
Putting roses over thoughts
Justifying why it’s gone
The deepest conversation
When the truth was hard to find
Comes right through without hesitation
When you find where the body lies
by Sandra Wilson |
Categories:
black african american, confusion, daughter, death, devotion, lost love, peace, heart, home, heart, home,
A man was on his way home
to prepare for his daughters
graduation
he never made it
because of racial discrimination
walking down the road
with a heart beaming full of pride
for a child he sired
he could not wait
to open his arms wide
and loving hold her
telling her how proud of her he was
it never happened
BECAUSE
his body laid in pieces
along the road side
a joyous event
turned in to something
that induced many to cry
James remains were left in front
of an African American (black) cemetery
he went home to be with his LORD
let not your heart be troubled
work together to be on one accord
by John Loving Iii |
Categories:
death, devotion, holiday, inspirational, lost love, son, war,
on rolling hills they were laid
given a tomb stone and honored grave
up right and at attention
all standing in formation
on peaceful and silent hills
they laid
in rows, government issued graves
a place to stay until Resurrection Day
a place with a Name, on visitors day
a place to put flowers
or drop tears on a grave
they lie there waiting, still serving
as hero's are laid
on the rolling hills of Jefferson Barracks
cemetery they lay
by Sean Cannon |
Categories:
boyfriend, faith, for her, girlfriend, hope, love,
We've hit a bump;
the melodies and notes that
resemble the feelings of our love
hang in the air broken,
and the silence looms over us
like fog in a cemetery.
It's easier to remember the
difference in all equations than
what reoccurs;
and so our hound dogs,
like our past fights
keep us up at night with eh
passing thoughts of
"should I be here?" and
"Is it worth it?"
And so we explain our case;
the lawyers inside us that
never wish to lose a fight,
all lawyers are guilty.
There never will be a time,
when two songs of
different tempos will make a
melody.
Let's start humming the same tune,
and break the broken desires.
by Vinoda Bommakanti |
Categories:
angel, appreciation, assonance,
If there was no poetry
I would visit ward psychiatry
For poems give energy
Free me from an allergy
When we vent our woes
Wonders wander with us
Nature gives insight much
Only to bounce back such
If there was no poetry
I would visit cemetery
For there I understand my symmetry
Apart from life’s geometry
When I compose verses
On current customs and crises
It makes me feel relaxed
With all worries axed
If there was no poetry
I would visit toiletry
For there I get ideas many
Only to pen in a manner funny
When we worship words
Love gushes like cattle herds
It makes us forget frustrations
And many small tribulations..!!
by Prince Freakasso |
Categories:
dedication
Embracing poetry, is like entering the monastery,
From his DNA chemistry till interned into cemetery;
The ravages of both love and hate,
Could leave him shivering at heavens gate.
Heady opium and mirrors, to the sea and the stars,
Going on a joyride in some expensive cars.
A good poet is someone the world adores,
The rest off course are nothing but bores.
While the fury of spasms that he evokes,
Cannot be assimilated by some unread blokes.
Prince Freakasso(Artist & Poet)
by Randy Johnson |
Categories:
death, family, father, grave, mom,
I went to the cemetery to visit Mom and Dad.
Seeing their headstone made me feel sad.
This was the first time I've been to the cemetery since Dad died because I've been unable to drive.
Seeing their headstone choked me up because it pointed out that neither of them are still alive.
I told Mom that she was the world's greatest mother and that I love her and that I will see her again.
She and I won't be parted forever, we will be reunited at some point in the future but only God knows when.
Before I left the cemetery, I told Dad that I love him too.
I will go back to see them again and that certainly is true.
(Dedicated to Charles and Agnes Johnson who died in 2013.)
by Randy Johnson |
Categories:
christmas, death, december, love, mother son,
The last Christmas that we spent together was three years ago.
When you died it hurt me incredibly, it was a devastating blow.
The love that I felt for you was wonderful, it was extraordinary.
Sadly, to be able to spend another Christmas with you, I would have to spend it in the cemetery.
Christmas isn't as good as it once was because we're not together.
I still carry you in my heart and I promise that I'll love you forever.
[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]