Graved Poems - Poems about Graved

...You stole my identity still not finished with me. You stole my life my wishes desires hopes dreams and fantasy of being a mum a privilege I so badly graved. You stole so much but not my spirit I didn......Read the rest...

...Depression hits more at night, every battle in my mind to fight, sadden from things that happen days ago, let my mind over take me beyond low, stand hopeless an fear the next day ahead, catch myself ......Read the rest...

...The problem of nation is that it's situation is the solution to the nation, The competition of the economy is under develop The graved compression is the comprehension decent to the inflation, Th......Read the rest...

...Lady Melanie with silver locks Loved her bonbons, bagels, and graved lox. Curmudgeon geezers viewed her a fox, But she loved them less than chicken pox. Melanie kept free as best she could. Sh......Read the rest...

...A silent stone cries to the sky Heralding her tranquil graved name. A windswept tree weeps autumn leaves As on her limestone marker grieves. Bite Size Poem No. 40 Poetry Contest......Read the rest...

......Is a wonder, I must say, with full conviction, It's a large 'marine cavern' or a 'sinkhole'; That's open wide with many a deviation Who else except Nature has absolute control? Blue holes ar......Read the rest...

...Smothered, patience wanes her cure morning bites more than one can chew and . . . it's cursed, cast from demons begging to get there first blood drips down the back of the throat in the ......Read the rest...

...The huntsman and his peregrine Woods was all his belongings The huntsman's only pride and his holy livelihood Flew an injured peregrine to his land one evening Her quill feathers perfumed of......Read the rest...

...The inhuman white creatures followed him, The dreaded beast among them struck, The black man fell on the street like a wounded stag, He was so weak now, like a shrunk cedar. Knee as harsh as tr......Read the rest...

... May we be saluted as we stand brave and tall. For we do not smile into the face of danger, though we brace ready for the brawl. What is that, that that I see, it's the Dark Angel gla......Read the rest...

...Rage I graved the face of death Dreading its final breath Amidst its dreary brisk There laid its stiff carcass Dead was its torch and candle stick Buried was its headlights in its pit Wit......Read the rest...

...Am not upon a ship of sails One that moves only by gales Nor a trackless train rolling on No engine room two cars long No time on hand, as moments linger Broken clocks are missing its fingers ......Read the rest...

...In this world there exists little that's rare, Thoughts born eons ere with bare roots survive, Whose vestiges from life to life souls bear, The gross gets graved, the subtle re-arrive. On wondrou......Read the rest...

...Engraved within my chest's a ruby beating, An image of my precious wondrous rare; I mined it from a sanguine vein retreating, A carcanet arcane of grading fair. Its lustrous tone bleeds lusty pig......Read the rest...

...I sensed myself sinking down Culminating the stuccoes of existence Crossing denouements of mortality Obeying the laws of life's caducity And defying the clusters of earthly brevity. My nostrils ......Read the rest...