#grave poems on Hello Poetry

Ella Gwen Aug 2015

It is tomorrow as I stray solitary
and walk myself awake, standing
on the grass that grows the greenest
on this here higher side
where the moon sleeps on the shadows
above your mud-cloaked body.

This silver orb, so tempestuous,
upon it still can always be relied
whilst here feet find, to be at its fullest elevation,
grass glowing silver and stones a sibilant, sacrificial grey;
as the gravity of that oval brightness
diminishes all other light.

My bare feet ***** down the flora
that grows hopeful from your skin
and up I turn, looking for comfort
in a bare and barren sky
where even the brightest stars,
those thousand sharpened shards
of brittle glass glimmering,
fade too into blackness

as here, cloaked in this shining dark,
I am reminded
that the full fury of the sun rests so still now,
held blind beneath my weary feet.

#love #heartbreak #grave #goodbye #feet #follow

mk Jul 2015

grave

i imagine my grave to be in my backyard
under the old oak tree
no marker or stone
just soil sprinkled over me

close to the house full of memories
where my children were birthed
anniversaries, birthdays, family dinners
my favorite place on earth

i want the birds to build their nests
and their young to sing their songs
above me, they shall rejoice
remind of when I was once young

please grow daisies on my grave
the yellow ones are the best
they'll bloom & spread
and provide tiny creatures with a place to rest

don't worry about visiting me
i'll be as happy as can be
just knowing you're living your life
with purpose, happiness, productively

when, however, you miss me so
come sit at the bark of the tree
tell me about your worries & joys
let it all out to me

i'll listen & my response will come
with the waves of the breeze
you'll find rest in that heart of yours
and we shall both be at peace

eventually spring shall come & flowers shall bloom
then turn into autumn then summer
i'll silently watch the beauty of each
& watch the warm breeze turn into winter

when winter comes and the trees are bare
i'll enjoy the warmth deep down
i'll picture my loved ones near the fireplace
and my face will brighten with a smile, not a frown

i ask for nothing to remember me by
no need to even leave a trace
just know that under the soil of the old oak tree
*there's a smile on my face

// with flowers on my grave, for once, i may look beautiful //

#peace #death #loss #happy #flowers #grave #smile #tree #daisies #rest

Joshua Adam Jul 2015

Why We Fear Death

Death is the end, the ultimate goal
the ceasing of body, rising of soul
death is judgement, punishment due
the unknown mystery, waiting for you

Gather your thoughts, do not let them roam
as your blood grows cold, you are all alone
when time has run out, when you feel it near
realizing it's not death, but the past you fear

You know undoubtedly, the wrongs you've done
before your very eyes, they now come one by one
paralyzed by fear of the ******, you wonder well
where will they take you, will it be heaven or to hell

Your body will squirm, a pain of a singular kind
you will twist and turn, with the torment of mind
when you find yourself immobile, as if in a trance
you beg and plead, just for that one more chance

You will love your neighbor, and close of kin
and obey the Commandments, to avoid all sin
you will help the sick, and you will tend to the poor
never again to turn a beggar, away from your door

You will feed the hungry, you will rest the worn
by choosing to be the rose, and not the thorn
that struggle for life, it has me growing sick
as it pierces my heart, and it cuts to the quick

I tell you dying one, it is all in vain
you will never get, that chance again
what has been done cannot be undone
prepare for the next life, for it will come

Your Soul knows, it never sought earthy desire
why let it burn for your sins, in hell's ****** fire
instead of false promises, hear me, do I implore
this is what you should have done, so long before

Your battle is through, lay down your sword
render your last breath, unto the One Lord
seek his mercy, your soul he may yet save
this can still be only a detour, call it the grave

This is a poem about some of the realities of death. Death is something that does not have to be feared. Perhaps if we learn how to accept it, we'll be in a better position to properly prepare for it.

#poem #hell #god #death #end #happiness #grave #heaven #lord #almighty

Storm Raven Jul 2015

Standing by your grave saying goodbye

Tears are streaming down my cheeks as I stand before your grave.
Your dead body lays deep under the cold ground, wet from the ever pouring rain.
I came here to say my last goodbye and whisper to the wind, or the trees, that I have to go.
I cannot bear this any longer, living in this world without you living in it with me.
For everything seems dull and gray, nothing more can interest or amuse me.
Everything hurts, even breathing, a primary function, this pain is just to much.
Cause living without you is like breathing underwater, and I can't do it.
I am sorry love, I am about to sin, and never see you again.
You are in heaven above, and I will burn in hell.
For what I am about to do to myself.
Goodbye my love, goodbye cruel world.
I welcome you death.
Farewell Annabel.
My one true love.
I miss you so much.

#love #sad #pain #death #dead #dark #grave

Meg Howell Jul 2015

Life and Death Collide

There's a hidden paradox between
flowers &
death
When loved ones die,
we place living things on their graves
to soften the loss
Irony at its finest

#life #living #death #loss #grave #loved #paradox #irony #flover

Nicole Dawn Jun 2015

Two Kinds of People

I've found
That once you start
Digging your own grave
There are two types of people in this world

The ones who will help
Who will grab a shovel
And join the digging
Then give you a shove in
Once you're done

And the ones who will hinder
Who will steal and break your shovels
And shove dirt back in the hole
And when the time comes
They won't let you jump in

#suicide #sad #die #grave #people #two #help #hinder

SøułSurvivør Jun 2015

ashes of roses

---(@)---

a
grave
left open
inside me
no roses for
posterity

whirling winds
the stars
will fall
six feet under
ten foot wall

as i lie
here all alone
a heart is
graven
on my
stone

there's a crack
there's a fault
chiseled with
a lightning bolt

all my roses
turn to
rust
~
*ashes
to ashes
dust

to

DUST

soulsurvivor
(C) 6/22/2015

Still a little bit blue.
Just writing it out

---(@)---

#love #ashes #heartbreak #roses #grave

moss Jun 2015

Unspoken *****

I often want to tell you,
But, you see, I'm too afraid.
So I go and live my life
The host of a masquerade.
One day, I'll lie in my grave
Buried by the earth and *****.
Regret things I never said
And all the mistakes I made.

*Words left unspoken
Will bury you alive.

#words #fear #grave #mistakes

Melinda Éva Jun 2015

Our Hauntings

It’s these memories that haunt us
remind, confine, and shape us
Love, faith, betrayal, and death
are all elements that have dug
a permanent grave in our
cognitive cemeteries,
six feet deep in those feelings
of despair and regret

And those memories make
their presence known,
clawing at the top of the coffin,
trying to escape the grips of
earth that surrounds
their holding place

And no matter how high
of a mound we pile on top of it,
rain and wind slowly withers away
our efforts of concealing
those demons of ours

Their pathetic cries
seep through the cracks,
reminding us
of our broken pasts.

But we must take this
as an opportunity of growth,
because the more we suppress
those pestering cries
that try to make us
retrace our steps
to that grave sight we swore
we would never visit again,
the easier it will be
to shed light on those
living things that give
us purpose in life

The past haunts if you let it

#death #past #grave #healing #haunt