Buried Poems - Poems about Buried

...He was 6 foot 3. I was 5 foot 5. My only thoughts at that moment were staying alive.. Caught in the tenacles of his grip, helpless as I witnessed my top rip.. My bra lifted up as mammoth paws p......Read the rest...

...Under Dead Sea lies Two wicked cities buried Sodom, Gomorrah.......Read the rest...

...Through the broken lines of destiny, the shattered strings of time are revealed, The thread of fate snaps, the springs of eternity unravel silently, Fallen idols, marble faces cracked under the wei......Read the rest...

...His mean bulging eyes stare at me from behind the screen, and from the look on his face you could see that he has been meddling with my midnight dreams, for twelve long hours he penetrates the screen......Read the rest...

...Your lies are strong like coffee grounds, but I can't grind them up small enough to make them go down smooth Your presence is becoming more like unexpected coffee stains Unsightly, unwanted, unbea......Read the rest...

...inside a box the secret was placed away from societies cruel judgments strange and different, they don’t tolerate just ostensive, bully then shun with hate ......Read the rest...

...No we are all but standing sons and daughters Barefoot is standing in shallow water Bereaved and buried we walk in unison in parade underneath the cloud in heaven the one that t......Read the rest...

...Man is the only creature that refuses to be what it is, An immortal soul trapped in mortal flesh, a dreamer wandering through unknown realms, Searching for hidden treasures and uncharted miracles u......Read the rest...

...My heart yearns for something that is bigger than me and my spirit keeps searching for it, it is not buried in the sand by the sea but it is somewhere beyond hills waiting for me. The sun is shin......Read the rest...

...Under the dome of eternity, where the stars weave the secrets of the cosmos, I learn at my own expense that on the long path of life, I encounter many masks and few faces, In a world full of decep......Read the rest...

...Change vomited dark entrails Of the bald vulture on my clan; We were buried, One after the other, In the belly of the village stream, And pulled out Almost immediately To choruses that ha......Read the rest...

...We love all that death touches And so maybe we love in halves We give and yet hold back Because when we hurt We fear the ash, our fire might become The air that will scatter it The wind sw......Read the rest...

...As a young boy my dreams and voice were shattered, I was beaten with words like raging stones thrown in anger, Threatened with violence until my life no longer mattered, Spoken word became less as......Read the rest...

... concrete crib gunfire lullabies burnt lungs grout eyes weak pulse slate tears rubble nursery Lifeless stares debris clouds airstrikes rain blood soaked vest war crime stain Precio......Read the rest...

... Free to be. Free from me, the in-a-me, the fugazi me, the me that I LET you see, the she that I thought you wanted me to be, the me that I thought you wanted to see, the me I thought I needed to......Read the rest...