by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories:
death, sad love, winter,
Past the graveyard deep in snow
where icicles from boughs hang low
one woman at a headstone weeps
as memories in warmth she keeps,
all dressed in black like winter crows.
Still muted angels' trumpets blow
where frost on trees like lichens grow
and 'cross the powder darkness creeps
past the graveyard.
As by the iron fence I go
the granite gapes in pewter rows.
My heart into my throat now leaps;
her mortal love in silence sleeps
in frozen ground while snowflakes blow
past the graveyard.
11/14/17
This is a rewrite of my Terzanelle, "I Pass the Graveyard".
by Anthony Biaanco |
Categories:
children,
Here lies a grave,
a conglomerate headstone
without a name.
weeds and cobwebs
wrapped tight around the heartless edge.
Caretaker rides his rusty deer
pretending he's a nascar stud
waking the dead and stirring mud.
He take's his lunch beneath a tree,
eating twinkies with green fingertips...
For his love he'll steal a wreath,
and place it gently on her grave.
That bears a scar called, 'long forgotten"
A grave he's coined"no name".
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
death, depression, feelings, flower, hurt, imagery, sad,
Blue petals of a forget-me-not
juxtapose a white marble headstone,
and weighing heavy upon my heart
I play my violin all alone.
Looking out of place on the white rock,
a blue, as vivid as crimson blood,
rebuffs the paling pallor of death,
with a promise conveyed in its bud.
The icy hand of fear grips my heart
shrouded in a cerulean hew,
as callused fingers caress the strings,
lamenting the love I felt for you.
Grief resonates within every note,
sending sad tears dribbling down my cheeks,
as I evoke dulcet memories
and grant my soul the comfort it seeks.
(Quatrain)
4/20/2017
by Harry Horsman |
Categories:
death,
The Pact!
True love intact
headstone unravels all,
their land infertile took them both.
Invoked.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
by Stephen Morrow |
Categories:
warwords, , Lullaby,
When I was laid in field of clay
No flowers above my head did lay
Nor marble headstone placed with care
With words of love chiselled there
No words of sorrow were spoken in pain
Tears of regret did not silken handkerchief stain
No volley of rifles to the sky
No last post lullaby
So when you ask
Were does he lay
This fallen soldier
Of yesterday
I tell you true
And
With pride
I lay with others
Side by side
In every corner
Of
A foreign land
You will find us there
Brother’s band
by Harry Horsman |
Categories:
remember,
Thinking there of how you gave love so free
When I became desperate for a pee
Incontinence lets me down
Your headstone upon I frown
Where to relieve this bodily spree.
© Harry J Horsman 2016
by Handful Haiku |
Categories:
sad love, words, writing,
take me to your grave,
secrets must be kept, see you
on the other side
by Steven Henderson |
Categories:
devotion, endurance, fire, love,
Even in darkness, I see the four walls
Resentment North while sadness due South
West something lost East pays the cost
Now there is nothing I see
She had left haunted life
Gasping for last breath
Then the ceiling
Headstone tomb
Sacrificed
Life
by Deb M |
Categories:
family, love,
If l were ever to get a tattoo
I know exactly what l would get
Small yet with mammoth meaning
One without regret
My husbands favourite number is six
My sons is two
Mine is eight
So this is what l would do….
My tattoo would be as follows:
6 + 2 = 8
That simple equation says “everything “for me
My life, my reason ….my cherished family
If not a tattoo
Perhaps on my headstone it will be!
by Akanksha Ayantika |
Categories:
lost love,
I made a vow on a day divine
To hold your hands in mine
May it be rain or shine.
In the years that followed the day
Our hands never went astray
Rather, your hand in mine led the way.
In every sky of grey and blue
I kept my word to you
Together, we witnessed the dawn anew.
In times of departed sand
I am holding your resting hand
While I sit in a headstone land.
20th April 2023
Contest: Writing Challenge V words
Sponsored by Constance La France
by Barbara Barry-Nishanian |
Categories:
love, passion, romantic, true love,
I LOVE YOU TRULY
I love you, truly, my dear one,
From dawn till daylight’s setting sun.
Until I go to bed to sleep,
Praying each night … “our love grows deep.”
My darling, need I tell you why?
There may have been another heart,
never was she, my counterpart
Only with you, life want to share,
I love you, truly …
I’ll promise always, to be true,
promise pray never misconstrue.
My heart belongs to you alone,
Till my name read, on my headstone.
till I die, till last adieu
I love you, truly …
May 7, 2022 copyright
All rights reserved
Contest: Favorite Theme
Rondeau Poem
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
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 Robert Lindley |
Categories:
age, allegory, anger, angst, art, bereavement, betrayal,
Dead Stones
In a graveyard well beyond our view
lay traces of past deeds in stone
If seen the horror reveals its true
death allows no way to ever atone!
Beneath sod and dirt lay deep rot
in dark the remains waste away
Found no way to keep what they got
never again to see the light of day!
Beating hearts embraced the greed
evil set the darkest racing tone
All given up to steal as they need
rot turning hearts to solid stone!
A dead stone below, paid headstone above
Too late, never found ,life is about Love!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-09-2015
by Peter Kiggin |
Categories:
art,
Dying red roses
The love I lost reminds me of dying red roses
Bleeding colour on a marble headstone imposes
One day records someone’s death into visual noises
Perfect except memories always remind poises
Kill or be killed is the ritual we practice resources
Feeling pain is all about the colour of dying red roses
by Sharon Riggio |
Categories:
death, grief, heartbroken, love,
She mourned him,
his death was sudden.
It was not anticipated
nor expected so soon
let alone at all.
He died tragically
by critical acclaim.
She clung to his headstone
willing him to come to life
wanting and needing him back.
For she loved her muse
and what he stood for,
the spark of life felt inside
when she would write.
A mist arose from the grave,
he was seen to not be forgotten
an imprint left in memory
to use as seen fit
when it pleased her.
He would not rest in peace
and so his spirit
continued to haunt her
in her distress she smiled.
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by Jamad Harris |
Categories:
poems, poetry, poets,
BONEYARD
A mist of your scent.
An image of you.
Alone in the boneyard your sleep is forever more.
In the air is the fresh scent of dozens of roses, all to you I give.
My back against the cold headstone, a couple of words to say along.
Along the way a feeling of missing you, impossible to bring you back to the place you once knew.
To the world of your folks you will be deeply missed.
Flowers we gave.
Alone in the boneyard I sit with my back against the stone.
A chill brushed by me on a sunny day.
An image that stood five feet away.
A circle of madness covered your face.
Before you died were you in peace?
I walk the boneyard.
My love goes out to you.
by Kevin Elmore |
Categories:
lost lovefriend,
on this night i was alone
in a creepy house in the graveyard
a friend called to meet her there
so i waited there
i had been there for about an hour
when my friend ran in a panic
she screamed "come on i found a headstone you need to see"
so she took me to this headstone
when we got there i looked at it and it said
here lies excutioner
killed by the only girl whoever truly loved him
about the time i got done reading
i felt a blade go through my heart and i fell to the grave
as i layed there i looked into her eyes
and then she said "i'm sorry i only did it cause i love you"
and then she started to cry as i died
by Lori Kerrigan |
Categories:
death, faith, friendship, life, loss, love, sad,
You stand before my headstone
Please, wipe away any fallin' tears
Remember all the those things we did
both good and bad throughout the years
There are no words that need to be spoken
no reason for anyone to feel sad
Be thankful for our time together
smile for the memories we've had
Be grateful for all it is you have
live your life with no regret
Be thankful for each day you're given
take care of everything you get
Remember "Anything is possible
as long as you believe."
Have faith in yourself and you'll find
There's nothing that you can not achieve
by Lori Kerrigan |
Categories:
friendship, inspirational, life, loss, lost love,
I visit you alot these days
At the headstone where you lie
Sometimes bringing gifts for you
Other times I sit with you and cry
It is unbelievable
Not knowing why it is you're gone
I am not ready to let you go
So tell me, How can I move on?
In my dreams you are becoming scarce
My thoughts sometimes get lost
I've learned I've loved unconditionally
Your death was what it cost
Lessons taught are valuable
to everyone involved
Using the knowledge learned from them
is where the answer's to be solved.
by John Lawless |
Categories:
culture, love, lust, society,
Come quickly, let us tempt the fading mists
we ghostly shadows of a graveyard tryst
ashamed - not of our deed - but of our sin
fulfillment of the dream of now, not then.
And so among the silent headstone hush
we lie beneath the tangled thorny brush
endure the sting of freshly bloodied lust
defile the silence of a graveyard trust.
Thus do we share our love with those long past
a challenge to the lies of ancient caste
to walk away and hear the tombstones sing
as winds of change the frozen church bells ring.
We will embrace the now, we two, as one
while walking through the graveyards others shun.
©11/13/2019
I Want To Fall In Love With A Sonnet Poetry Contest
by Eve Roper |
Categories:
grandchild, happy birthday, husband,
As I sit here with our grandson
and gaze upon your headstone, hon,
I lay a bouquet of white and pink roses
for your birthday, now calm, my heart reposes.
Happy Birthday my dear husband,
father,
and
grandfather.
We love and miss you.
Wish you were still with us.
10/14/2019
by Tony Bush |
Categories:
life, love, passion,
Love in a vortex, tempest savaged;
Slammed to euphoria, broken, ravaged;
Breathing volcanic, incinerated;
Rocketing skyward, motivated;
Lodged in a crevice, trapped, imprisoned;
Bestowed on the blinded, sight envisioned;
Carved on a headstone, legend hammered;
Roared from the rooftop, cacophony clamoured;
Ripped on the railings, torn and tattered;
Buried with honour, illusions shattered;
Sweet resurrection, finger licking;
Bring it on down, alive and kicking...
by Vee Bdosa |
Categories:
death,
MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE HEADSTONE
All through the day my self doth sleep
layed to the dark and out of sight
not thinking how my soul may keep
nor if I raise up to the night;
I rest in dark that's cold and deep,
my casket's lid sealed up all tight
my only prayer is death for me
although I know, it cannot be.
The curse of death not ever more
was layed on me and all my seed,
it shackles me to life--the bore,
and makes blood all I ever need
except I also hunger for
the heat of love where-in I feed.
But underneath my casket's stone
I sleep all day, and sleep alone.
by Denis Bruce |
Categories:
death, faith, hope, life,
Laughter and love ,sorrow and pain
In times both good and bad
Finding the strength to meet the day
Ending with a headstone engraved
Even after death there is life
Faith leads us so to believe
In God we trust and hope
Leaning on His grace and love
Dwelling in paradise eternaL
Amid the paeans of praise of the puttI
Enjoying the fruits thereoF
Whereof there comes perfect peacE