by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
art, death, gothic, introspection, lost love, love hurts, romance,
Alone
Under stone
The road ends here
Grave of bones
I reached out to caress
The past, and her sweet heart so blessed
Tears water down flowers, that one day shall wilt
For even they, gave up on loves bloom
I have been devoid of heart long ago
Dead to the living
Living for the dead
Love does that, so do not dread
She, who stole the essence of me,
Where ever she shall be buried
My bones may lie over yonder
My heart lies heavy, with the phantom of she
The past burying all, to the one and last
Says I
Alone under grey washed gravestone
At long last
Père Lachaise
by Jan Allison |
Categories:
death, heartbroken, i miss you,
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
Two Stanzas Only Contest Sponsored by Broken Wings
Double Tetractys: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1 syllables
07~20~16
by Sukmawati Komala |
Categories:
love, poets,
You and I
We are not regular shooters
but snipers
each shot
hit hearts and minds
We are not shooters who shot for a fee or hatred
are not hired shooters either
but voluntary shooters
We don’t use regular bullets
But the incredible bullets
Not to kill
But to give a new life
Poet’s bullets
Are bullet’s of love
Which caliber is more than everything
It’s power broke the gravestone
Of hearts and minds
To turn on breath
and destroy the cancer of despair
Perhaps I'm not your target
and
You're not mine
but we are equally
missed those shots
bullet of love
re instill the spirit which died prematurely
bullets of love
revived our live
~ (c) Sukmawati Komala ~
24 June 2013
by Hilo Poet |
Categories:
depression, loneliness, lost love, time,
When amidst broken equals, we approved,
Ere a freed grain of nomadic sand slipped,
Melancholic surrendered, whole reproved,
Monitor the saved life single and stripped.
Two separate paths once joined normally,
One courses happiness, opposite naught,
Depraved, unprincipled, lived lukewarmly,
Blossomed languishes, internally fraught.
Provocative commencement surefire fade,
Arrangements, invites, sent cancellations,
Heartbreaking embattles a soul betrayed,
Evoke mother's "time out", do causations.
Solely talks like being ere his gravestone,
Passersby ask he says, "Gauging my own."
by Brynne Cua |
Categories:
lost love, heart, song, heart, song,
Lil white flakes falling to the ground,
Covering the dead roses all around.
Healing the wounds left by your knife,
Salvation for the poor, mourning girl's life.
Petals fall like dust from a forsaken angel's wings;
Beautiful like the song that my heart still brokenly sings.
She kneels beside an old gravestone,
Remembering the skies her heart had flown.
Now that heart lies broken,
As she cries over your love token.
Petals fall like dust from a forsaken angel's wings;
Beautiful like the song that my heart still brokenly sings.
by Kevin Croft |
Categories:
life, love,
Can i pay for a second?
To talk for a minute.
Can we escape for an hour?
Wake up the next day.
I'll call you next week.
We'll fix the patio this month.
Married this year.
He's in kindergarten at 5.
On the porch coffee and cigarettes.
We have been riding the decades.
70 smiling no reason for hiding.
At a gravestone confiding
Thank you for that second.
You gave me life undying.
by Jesse Jones |
Categories:
death, faith, life, loss, love, peace, social, son, god, god,
The Broken Chain
“We little knew that morning that God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone;
for part of us went with you, the day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide;
and though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same;
but as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.”
(I found this on a gravestone.)
by João Camilo |
Categories:
faith, love, me, water, me, water, daffodils,
Let me strip you from the morning dew,
It is spring: listen to the raising melody
in the garden, the daffodils bloom anew:
let me take your tears under my custody.
Down, a river runs between twin hills,
The wind tries to contest the water pace,
Howling and spinning blades of windmills:
as my fingertips drop down by your face.
Do not weep if you discover me dead,
Touch my cold lips: make our breath one,
on my gravestone, last words you read.
Join by my side on this grave: love is gone
to navigate on the stead water stream,
a man cannot dream twice the same dream.
by Cynthia Buhain-Baello |
Categories:
betrayal, love, pain,
Mark where lies the heart that loved you,
In a gravestone covered tomb of pain,
Where night's eternal slumber will undo
The past affections washed by rain.
Silenced now from beats of passion,
Deserted loneliness made still,
Alone in hidden devastation,
The heart that loved, against its will.
Where now the vows that it had held?
Hopes that nurtured it in life?
Promises were dreams beheld,
That killed its beat as with a knife.
Gone are the tears that now decayed,
In mournful sighing deathly laid,
Gone purpose, reason, intents prayed-
The heart that loved you, dearly paid.
Copyright ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~11.14.09
by DM Babbit |
Categories:
absence, lost love,
Crimson red sailor's sky too soon devoured,
shadowed contemplative horizon set,
brush faded on concrete gravestone flowered.
promises denied from a lover's debt,
Rapture forever, wind gale staggered free,
breathe lithe love back across this distant span
salt foam tossing in humbled majesty
edging in shallow sands, a rhythmic stand.
Once sent furtive dreams, kisses in each crest
pounded surf, nonchalant waves kinetic,
whales whistling, anguished from their very breast,
vestige song, purest love lost ascetic.
Suffuse me back out to the raging seas
no longer is there a reason to be.
by Subimal Sinha-Roy |
Categories:
heartbreak, lost love,
Flower of love bloomed in dunes of desert
Besotted Layla carried in niche of her heart
It withered in the tribal Arabian harsh summer
Unrequited virgin love went to the grave with her.
Deranged Majnun wandered in love’s wasteland
Etched the requiem of broken heart on desert sand
With the parched wind before his last breath was gone
He became hers, his poem engraved on her gravestone.
January 12, 2019
by Jaymee Thomas |
Categories:
birth, courage, dance, death, love,
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.
by Tony Bush |
Categories:
life, lost love, love, sad,
I cast my vision with a dark lens
uncapped and honed
and set upon
lovers I was seeing.
I held the tears in brimming ducts
restrained and damned,
by echelons
of almost equal being.
I broke my heart upon gravestone,
cracked and split
and gaping wide
as conflict poured unceasing.
It bled all over happiness
in clouds of red
and crimson tide
with agonised releasing.
I forged my choice within a black spell,
a medium conjured,
forced to bear
in wretched apprehension.
And though you may not understand
my love for you was real,
I swear,
beyond all comprehension...
by Kaveh Afrasiabi |
Categories:
love,
By your electric light,
you crawled to my heart,
baby how sweetly you
poisoned my soul!
I die harmlessly now, not by a
cruel act. And on my gravestone
it will read: killed by love.
Love lasts, and for those who wet their feet
in its lava, there's no cruel destiny.
Love is a sumptuous blood affair, flees your loving heart
under an oak tree.
Death is ephemeral like our rainbow love under the clouds.
by Peter W Iversen |
Categories:
dark, emotions, feelings, sad,
snow covered gravestone
monument to lost childhood
cold harsh memories
abandoned hope, love and dreams
never a Christmas blanket
by Kurt Philip Behm |
Categories:
time,
Every life dies
rebirth in the nest
Waiting for fate
again to reset
Moments of laughter
moments of rhyme
Burning like candles
in forever time
Light for the masses
light from above
Shining resplendent
perpetual love
Carved on a gravestone
names in the air
Wings in the distance
—prescience to share
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
music,
Eleanor looked down at St. Peter’s and smiled.
“More visitors today,” she reported.
Her angel mentor smiled.
A scullery maid in life,
Dead at the age of forty-four,
Eleanor had never suspected she would become famous
Best day of my spirit life
When those two boys met
At my gravestone, she said.
John came over and said,
“Best pals ever,” sending Paul vast love.
Her tomb was such a landmark!
“I will never be lonely again,” she said.
“Come sing with me,” John coaxed her.
He could charm her like a son.
Written 9-020-2019
Poetry Contest: Eleanor Rigsby Who Was She
Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis
by Kim Mcadam |
Categories:
death, heartbreak, love, mother son, tribute,
Her son was drowning in the bay.
She jumped right in.
There's much more to this matinee.
She could not swim.
A mother's love is fiercely strong.
Her whole life through, she'll sing your song.
And as he sank where eddies spin,
She jumped right in.
The print has started to decay,
Rain, snow and wind.
Two hundred years of stormy days
On gravestone thin.
Green moss is growing in the cracks
To hide the tale upon their plaque.
The mother only thought of him.
She jumped right in.
by Shahnaz Islam |
Categories:
12th grade, age, art, beauty, feelings, poetry, woman,
Don't ink me in words ...
O godly pen, dark inkpot and restless jotter
Battling with his merciless thoughts
He inscribed me on the desert of unruled 40 pages
Drops of ink rattled with hue of black and red stains
The blue ink stood on the deck of his lost vehement
There were no sunflowers face to greet the east
The black roses at Turkey were little lighter in shades than the dark west
The stubborn spirit and madness in love
All her said he gyve
He inked her in word by words
Readers read her from decade after decades
Later years mortal was he
But his gravestone and she remained immortal in the hearts ...