#grave poems on Hello Poetry

Seema Nov 2017

You are not my King
I am not your Queen
Your hands are covered in sin
Yet you vowed to win

Put me in a dungeon
Or lock me up in a tower
My heart shall not melt
Useless would be your power

Dare not force me to abide
You may be brave
But I am not walking by your side
I desperately yell for my grave...

©sim

#thoughts #emotions #feelings #power #abide #grave

nav Oct 2017

Buried

So here we go
I shall bury you once more
In the deep crevice of my heart .
You keep resurfacing .

#grave #love #him #bury

Alan JustATG Oct 2017

The Poets Graveyards

The shadows in the poets graveyards,
Are constructed from the littered scraps of good intentions.

#poet #writing #darkness #shadows #grave #words #hope #death #life #love

Mystic904 Oct 2017

'Towers Fall'

Grand edifices, seem pretty nice
Hoarding up money, such a heist
Pockets full, everything to boast
All that luxury, all that toast

Curtains of wealth, over those eyes
Trapped in such a state of vice
Stockpiles of silver and gold
Deal, a sign, everything sold

Wealth in reality, zero a price
Counting em, this year x thrice
Pretending to be above n bold
The stiff heart you couldn't mould

Crawling over body, ants and lice
Scorpions too, it's nothing nice
Shivering with fear and cold
The pain, agony, all foretold

In the grave, horrendous mice
Game's over for the rolling dice
No one to tell, weren't you told
To that paper now grab a hold

May it be Burj khalifa, all those malls
The huge tall towers, everything falls
Sabotag shall suffer those proud walls
(Awaits!)
The vast stage, superior than all halls

#everythingdies #money #hoax #life #death #grave #truth #blindfolded #mankind #resurrection

Seema Sep 2017

Last Day

I was pretty once
Like my heart
Now its all ugly
I am falling apart

My heart is weak
Out of feelings
My brain is sick
Tired of healings

Skin rough wrinkled
Bones weary cold
My soul seems ******
I am feeling too old

Spikes pinching nerves
Life hanging on fence
Twisted body curves
I am losing all my sense

Dust and dirt covers my face
I am not worried
I am not in a race
Just waiting to be carried
With grace and buried,
......in my lonely grave!

©sim

Spilling imagination :)

#thoughts #emotions #feelings #grave #lonely #death

Alice Sep 2017

we built our graves in the fire that let us breathe

sometimes, more than sometimes, but not as often as everyday,
i think about how those eyes you have consumed me,
the way their darkness was in complete contrast to the light you expelled,
and i think about how they would linger into my deep green eyes,
often that look was a wash of colour, but yet it was a pool of feeling,
i felt your love in that look, in those eyes, no matter how many times
they broke the colour so quickly that everything was bland, i felt it in the way
you would smile like your eyes were the ones that were hungry
and i wasn’t your prey, but i grew the light you would shine from, and
you grew the happiness i would have to bury, the tombstone that you carved broke into shards of colour all of which turned black when you cried yourself to sleep in the unholy grave that you made me dig.

#love #lust #happiness #sadness #grave #death #eyes

Seema Sep 2017

Burying Memories

The letters that I wrote in your memory.
I buried them all in the sea...
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The hearts that I cut out from various flowers.
I laid them on your grave...
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The perfume that you gifted me before you left.
I sprinkled it on the laid petals over your grave...
•
Sorry for visiting you so late.
I, myself was not in a good state.
You see, the first memory I wanted to remove was your tattooed name from my wrist.
So in the process of erasing your name, my wrist got slitted.
And thus, I was hospitalized with other diagnosed problems that I beated.
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The bed in which you took your last breath.
They laid me there.
I felt you with me in the times of such despair.
•
Your sudden illness has affected me as well.
Maybe meeting you soon, that I can tell.
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Here, sitting peacefully by your grave today.
Tearing up on every memory that took you away.
•
The breeze blew the perfumed petals over my face.
Landing few on my hair as if tucked in with a grace.
•
Kissing me a goodbye through this chilly breeze.
Swaying away timidly, I see your spirit through the trees...

©sim

#illness #love #death #memories #grave #goodbye #emotions

Saint Audrey Sep 2017

Spark

She asked me what I was living for
And I gave her this confession

In this realm of population
In the sanctum that is living
This world only exist in
The spaces that demand it
Beings who's lives surround
Boundaries required to sustain
Thoughts and queries somehow persist
Against the grain
Pain and longing don't exist outside the brain
Its in this environment, a hostile place

We come face to face with the tantamount lack of grace
Perfection has no enemies because it has no face to hate
Emptiness is something to which each of us relate
Its all enveloped in the great cold distance

Developed in the river swiftly grinding our roots away
Drab and lifeless as a surprising softness sickening and meaningless
Blending together with the coarsest feathers to create the bed on which we lay
In lieu of living organs, please send your deepest thanks

And we both looked down into the grave
A connection in contrast to
The depth of recession all around us

And the ending's always the same
Each and every host finds themselves in a less than stellar place
Every spectacle and spec of plot laden hero
Is slowly digested

Among the monstrosities and grotesque scenery
Something else can take shape
And grow metaphysically
Fake though it may be in the face
Of such bleak uncertainty

Electricity

Notes

#death #disease #venom #dying #grave #headstone #life #lived #perished #reflection