Buried Poems - Poems about Buried

...Tremors shake beneath trepidatious feet. To shake when shooken offers scents of defeat. Took in thine imagery from perches unseen. Salivating secretions ooze and seep secrecy. Scantily cl......Read the rest...

...absence was noticeable like the wood yet blessed with nails of plenty hellfire snuffed out gossiping walls abandoned vacancy in one's upper regions merely invites painful issues focus compliments ......Read the rest...

...God, One day, will you tell my why little babies have to die? Children starve while mothers cry Deadly bombs drop from the sky God, tell me. Tell me why. God, Feel the ground about to shake ......Read the rest...

... Kleinkoph’s* quick to brag he’s a patriot (and gets fighting mad to learn if you’re not!) For if you’re not American as he is you’re either a foreigner or a communist. As for rights and fr......Read the rest...

...AFTER THE PARTY We had a wild beach party, Far into the night. The beer was flowing freely, Then, as it was getting light, I found an old wine bottle, Half buried in the san......Read the rest...

...No bombs here I walked ashore in Nagasaki  traces of the bomb had gone the dead buried the maimed packed away  no one wanted to talk about the bomb Nagasaki had many shops  I bought a kimon......Read the rest...

...We are not here to live forever, but we don't want to go sooner Another birthday, a day closer to death The love for money is the roots of all evil they said But the preacher need it, more than th......Read the rest...

... Years delivered my mind, from the shadows left behind, Darkest calamity, sucking me into the tragedy, Feeling less like the dream I chased, like the darkness of disgrace. Soundless images ro......Read the rest...

...Cut our palms and joined us at the seams Bleeding just to bleed but I felt seen And I still have the scar left to this day You dulled the knife so I’d feel extra pain I remember screaming down......Read the rest...

...The heroic books, even if printed in the character of our mother tongue, Will always remain in a dead language for degenerate times; And we must laboriously seek the meaning of each word and line, ......Read the rest...

...The tragedy of our times is not the tragedy of reason, but the triumph of reason, A cold triumph, cloaked in mantles of pure logic, That suffocates the whispers of hearts, lost in the echo of steri......Read the rest...

...Constantly my pen hit on paper Asking myself Can a man sink his roots so deep in he's faith That he knows that it's breaches would shoot out only to be cut of Like the sound of joy taking flig......Read the rest...

...I was born to love people, to be a traveler through their hidden hearts, To discover the inner gardens, where the flowers of triumphs rise from the soil of sufferings. Every smile evaluates me with......Read the rest...

...Love me in a world of translucent dreams, where shadows weave their tales under a trembling moonlight, in the silence of the night within hidden forests. The echo fades, sad and enchanted, beyond ......Read the rest...

...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...