Grave Poems

Grave poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of grave poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on grave are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

I long for a Pauper’s Grave

I long for a Paupers Grave short poem

When I depart the realm of the terrestrial for the splendour of the celestial, do not bury my remains in the valley of the Kings, for robbers would move my bones in search of gold rings. I detest sharing the

Journey To Grave

Journey To Grave short poem

I feel eternal and immortal as I don’t realise it is my breath which is keeping me alive I am not bothered to know every breath that I am taking is leading me into my grave Upon Good I feel

I dig your grave

I dig your grave short poem

Against the true evil Of this land Tonight I make my stand Pitch black is this night No moon in the sky The final round of this fight Your life’s goodbye I think of what you’ve done And I’ve become

Grave Silence

Grave Silence long poem

As usual he was busy in his daily routine while his dreams and ambitions were soaring he believed that he would be happy for ever and shadow of sorrow would never come near His aim in life was to add

The Ranger’s Grave

The Rangers Grave short poem

My tomb is spread with bear’s garlic I was once a scourge of smoke the margins of the forest are lined with sharpest light city folk shriek and bleed my sepulcher is a woven oval ancient beeches clutching shoulders crooks

To My Grave

To My Grave long poem

Dark and sinister rain befalling us I know something is wrong, I can feel it in my bones, Catastrophic endless fountain of blood, But faith refuses to panic at all… I will go to my grave as a soldier of

Rise From The Grave

Rise From The Grave long poem

People with greed and selfishness rule this world of umpteen wonder The one who burns within himself for not digesting the prosperity of the other is recognised as a good Human being Living for oneself is not living at all

Writer’s Grave

Writers Grave short poem

Scores of my write ups came on the way Brickbats and flowers thrown all along the way Riding high with the thoughts nobody comes my way Nothing new is being written by me by the way Wonder whether have I

The Grave Digger

The Grave Digger elegy

O, ye grave digger what do you dig? Grave for a flower of heaven, who dropeth on earth With tears , smiles and gurgle Goeth unscathed , unhurt and untouched. O, ye grave digger what do you dig now? Sepulchre

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Wish

Wish elegy

Please write this on my gravestone, Spring, March, flowers of ’82, You too must remember me, Unrivalled, but unrivalled I could not be, Tunes untuned to hear it gash, Water rips my inner soul instead, Silence too shouts deep within,

Here I Stand

Here I Stand short poem

Here I stand, on the land where you wish me to dig my own grave with few seeds in my clenched fists hiding them from your glance Watching you write on my gravestone a name you gave me, ‘Frailty’, though

I Do Not Die

I Do Not Die short poem

Manipulating grief, dirty hands – open the lid, release images. Eyes are blank. You unravel the last of roses. Surface tension wavers. An imbecile sky pours the eyes, nose and ears. Courtyard fills again, morphed resurrection. I am persona non

Circling The Tomb

Circling The Tomb short poem

I like to see the moon It’s so close to me it could be in my room A silent friend that watches as I sleep dreaming soon A forever captured orbit that shifts the waves as it looms A constant

Rebirth

Rebirth short poem

I want to become your tomb If I am born once again on this earth.. In the darkness of the tomb, You will be lovelier than the moon. your blue eyes Glittering in the gloom. In your cold eternal sleep

Run Through Your Head

Run Through Your Head short poem long poem

As you run through my head My lips are used as a weapon A shiver runs down my spine You are wicked I see Coming on I feel something huge Smile at me you will Silently I lay there By

Rest In Pieces

Rest In Pieces prose poem

Walking through the twilight between reality and myth Stepping in the shadows of cross and monolith Chinese whispers running through religious verse Fairy tales told from baptism to hearse Children kneel, hands clasped with bowed heads Praying for angels to

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Poetry is. It just is.

Poetry is. It just is. poetry articles

Poetry doesn’t just happen. It’s not just a bunch of words grabbed hastily and arranged to rhyme, it’s not even a so called overflow of emotions. Poetry is much more than that. It’s the silence that echoes within your being,

My Loving Partner

My Loving Partner short poem

When I bid Farewell My eyes were not wet, My cheeks were not red, And my lips were not trembled- But my heart was broken. I was shattered like anything. You are going away for ever. We will never meet

Cold Rain

Cold Rain long poem

A cold deserted alleyway, dark as a desolate grave, away off in the distance dogs howling their dismay. A winter wind is gathering, blowing old papers away, with tired forgotten faces and news of yesterday. Discarded cans and bottles clatter

The Incomplete Woman

The Incomplete Woman long poem

Sitting on the bed your legs stretched, on your shoulder so lovingly you kept my head, holding my face with your palms you kissed me on my forehead, embracing me in your arms you kissed me on both my eyes,

The War Went On

The War Went On short poem

I looked into the darkness And there they were. Some were barely twenty A few a little more. They did not move, They were dead. And the war went on without them. Back into the jungle, Like deadly ghost we

The Bookshelf Of Memories

The Bookshelf Of Memories long poem

I was five, a little girl, could hardly reach there; where the memories hid themselves, Eyes whispered something to my mind, what is so special about the shelf? A dusty red book, a thread of black to bind its old

The Goal

The  Goal short poem

Your day starts with the Sunrise- Your day ends with the Sunset. Your dreams and hopes start by birth, And end in the grave yard. Days, Weeks, Months and Years- Pass swiftly- swiftly -by Your dreams and hopes increase day

Double Curse

Double Curse long poem

Long ago, in lands known only from tales we hear, When stars were not yet named for any myth or bear, There thrived two kingdoms, one by King so fair and just, The other by a Queen whose herd and

Fog

Fog short poem

We all have secrets, don’t we? The secrets which unlock our soul, The mirror, It’s a portal, it’s the key, Shows my spirit, Black as coal. But why mist, why do you block? Let me see the scars so deep.

When I Will Leave This World

When I Will Leave This World ballad

When I will leave this world, Leave many questions in your heart, Ever lasting tears in your eyes, Broken dreams in your hands, Sorrowful memories in your loneliness, Long wait in your days and silent legend in your nights, In

Tears To Cry

Tears To Cry sonnet poems

When shoulders are in dearth whereby to cry, And frozen tears would stab with loneliness, A smile I dare that unto heaven try, For wish, my prayer speaks with holiness; The dirge that grieving lips would sadly sing, On hollow

Death: The Last Enemy

Death: The Last Enemy short poem

I face the cruelty of death With a gun pointed at my head Feelings swarm over my mind Why do we kill each other I will never find Why are some people not so kind? Why do we have enemies?

Abject Solitude

Abject Solitude short poem

When all the sounds that fill the air die not, And for a little rest, my ears do crave, The joys of loneliness that I forgot, In silence lie, the hallmark of the grave; What little time for solitude is

Another World

Another World short poem

Death has Triggered A strange relationship Between a mother And her child! My mother, Who was always Beside me In all my trials And tribulations; In my success And my triumphs; Got up suddenly And walked Out of my life

A Word

A Word short poem

Take care, my dear, of the spoken word, Bridging gaps is our guide word. A word once spoken razes mountains beyond repair, And craters of tears with endless despair. Leaves scars does a scathing word, The poisonous dagger doth stab

I Will Be Me

I Will Be Me prose poem

I never really knew who I was, I always adapted to my surroundings. I clung on to the people around me and turned into someone they wanted, just because I wanted to be liked. Trying to blend in like a

Six Feet Under

Six Feet Under elegy

Surrounded I was by many, many moaning hearts, My heart, I felt for the last time, blurred vision, sound echoing from far, Black satin with milky lace they decorated the case, I felt like a queen again in white purest

Father Poems you must read this Father’s Day

Father Poems you must read this Father’s Day poetry articles

He was the first man your eyes opened to.. The shivering hand that touched your tiny nose.. The strong arm you cuddled on.. His love that kept brimming but never spilled.. Those eyes that made everything seem within reach.. That

My Little Boy

My Little Boy short poem

I remember the day you were born, Since then to love you I’ve sworn. You gave me new hope, Like scriptures to a pope, And without you I would be forever forlorn. I’ll never forget your first steps, And together

Doom Fetus

Doom Fetus sonnet poems

Oh! My mother, sues thy sole cell daughter, An unborn baby, before its loving lover- Prays it to dad, thy, my best creative will- “Let me come, not look at me- thy angry shrill!” Oh! Doc. You dog! You dig

War Veteran

War Veteran short poem

A rock within a shell encased, lifeless and stilled. Heavier than most, despite the wear and attrition. Stone, cold and caged within. Deliberately chilled. Once, in another’s hand, cast aside like spent ammunition. Collaterally damaged, withdrawn from further crusade. Surrendered,

The Goddess Of Love

The Goddess Of Love long poem

The exuberant fire that burns within my soul, In that first embrace of a lover’s smile; Shall forever be held, in equality to the power of love. Her servant shall forever wish for her luminous, infallible, tongue. Which speaks of

I Desire To Publish

I Desire To Publish short poem

I stopped and wrote a poem today, Some simple things I had to say, I don’t know why I wrote them down, Perhaps to smile, instead of frown. I’d love to share my words of rhyme, Let others read from

A Grand Confusion

A Grand Confusion prose poem

Do you deem it courage? Or is it a kind of outrage Sparking off the blood-hued flares Igniting all particles of wrath present in the air Curses etched on the strips of little paper Nailed into the cloth flesh of

Revenge Of The Manifesto

Revenge Of The Manifesto elegy

Overturned, years of stasis Paralysis by mental blockade A political metamorphosis. Afoot at the general election; Vengeance of the Manifesto. The interregnum, the entrenched vote Tranches appear, on Revised Register Deceased coded, in numbers resurrect. Beyond the grave, claim their

Union With Infatuation

Union With Infatuation prose poem

Union with infatuation The very night is colorful in sweet company If contact would be, very grave, heart rejoices its fancy Now those eyes are composed and look drowsy The morning is restless for union is at climax This is

And All Things Move Closer To Their End

And All Things Move Closer To Their End long poem

The air was thin, while the room was hot, My eyes scanning, spotting the warm glow of a dress, She whizzed and whirled, her youthful gait attendant to my plot, Two legs in unison, eyes like gilded jewels, breasts like

Uneasy Calm

Uneasy Calm short poem

Perceptibly all’s normal sans any grave concern Yet something’s amiss at total loss to discern Prospects and delivery in unanimity converged Still truest of the bliss never clearly emerged Amity, bonds & loyalty all but there so to say But

It Happened

It Happened short poem

Born out of hate condemned to fear each other, the race lives, the race dies. The loser finds a quotient to dig a mass grave for innocent paeans. My stains were bigger than you. In no man’s land, a corpse

The Fork

The Fork short poem

Concrete beneath your feet as you blaze your trail along the road to your grave; covered in blood and tears shadowed by gray smoke heaving light upon your pain At the fork between the tines the crow sits watching Wings

Shadows Of Her

Shadows Of Her long poem

His obsession radiates deep into realms of eternity of the most dark, sinister and raw nature and he listens as the darkness of her whispers in the deep midnight hour “Do you dare to love such shadows as me?” He