#grave poems on Hello Poetry

Loser Feb 2019

Goodbye (An ended romance and a reunion through death)

While dirt piled beneath my nails I clawed at your grave all night,
breaking my back until your blackened and dismantling coffin was in sight.

The weeds circling your tomb stone danced without appearing mundane,
as the freezing wind called to you, howling out your name.

I pried open your wooden door that had been etched with two dates,
and I knew that what had happened to you would soon be both our fates.

I thought back to the day when I found out you took your life,
and with hopes of mimicking you in sorrow, I keep a gun to my side.

Slowly I crawled in next to you, with just enough room for two,
and I looked up beyond the trees and saw a sky painted dark blue.

And in this moment at last, I felt completed by your side,
then I shut the door, pulled the trigger, and never said goodbye.

#death #love #grave #night #dirt #gun

thesa Feb 2019

fading

today
we met again

my heart was pounding
against my ribcage
and i couldn't hold back
the tears

you were there
right in front of me
and i was able to see
your beauty being reflected
by the sunlight

however
i couldn't overcome our distance
and i couldn't stop my tears
when i was begging you
to come back to me
when i was telling you
how much i'm still in love
and that it's you
for whom i deeply crave

but you listened in silence
as i collapsed beside your grave

#dead #love #you #grave #loss

Umi Feb 2019

Nagato

To sink in battle and not by a flash was what I yearned for if I ever were to fall, truly it devoured everything in its gruesome way,
And so, it gobbled up the wishful dream of a prideful defeat,
In the end, I truly wasn't able to protect those I fought for all these years, all these countless battles and tragedies, are a fading memory,
These shameful last moments; handed to the enemy and sat on their testing bench, with my last hope being, the wish that the world may has understood something more important than the agony of war.
Even if the damage could be repaired and parts exchanged, brought anew and even if we make it back in one piece without capsizing:
The damage is painted in my steel, and forever will be a reminder of this fateful day, a sky without any sunlight; perfect darkness,
Perhaps this is the punishment for one who survived without protecting her friends, her partners in crime and her loved ones,
At least, the recorded history will ensure not being forgotten,
Here in my wet prison, these thoughts will never fade.
The ocean floor is a harsh, unforgiving grave..

~ Umi

#sunk #forgotten #friends #loved #darkness #hopeless #grave #battleship

Amaranthine Feb 2019

NO SECRET IS SAFE

I promised myself,
To take that secret to the grave.
I even dug my own grave.
Buried myself within it,
Keeping that secret locked,
In my beating heart.
I didn't know,
Some ghoul would take it out,
From my corpse,
By feeding on my dead heart.

#ghoul #secret #corpse #heart #grave

Leia Spencer Jan 2019

Is There Such a Thing as Dead Mothers Day?

I bought a bouquet a week before Mothers Day
So when the fateful day came
They were crisp
Wrinkled
A beautiful bow
Wrapped around something
Once living vividly with beauty
How else would she be able to enjoy it?

This is for my mom, who died far too soon

#mothers #day #death #depression #flowers #grave #daisies #dead #mom

Leia Spencer Jan 2019

Fallen Petals

Her favorite flower was daisies
But I didn't know
Until I was told
To place them on her grave
-theres a reason I think favorite flowers are important

This poem is for my mom that died when I was really young. I was the only person that knew what her favorite colors were, but I never knew the flowers she wanted to have at her funeral. I guess it still sticks with me

#deadmom #death #grave #flowers #petals #daisies #favorites

Tatiana Jan 2019

The Grave Digger

For the next two weeks he digs a grave.

He deftly wields a shovel
with hands that have forgotten
what it's like to hold the tools of life
He only knows what life is like
when he digs a hole for holy men
who have cheated others into strife
who have hurt their children, brothers, and sisters
who have made damaged wives
So for two weeks, he digs the hole deeper
than regulation states
for men who were mistakes.

The more time he spends digging
The more time the dead spend climbing

And they're always climbing
the ranks to be on top.
Falling again, bones breaking on impact
they just shake it off and start again.

He met one dead man who climbed to the top
with a light glowing where his eyes should be.
The dead man shuddered, bones rattling a song
of all the people he had wronged.
He was more bone than skin
More ghost than human
But he came back with sorrow on dried, discolored lips
and the grave digger wondered if
he could have redemption

For the next two weeks he digs a grave.

©Tatiana

#grave #digger #death #redemption