Poetry competition CLOSED 3rd June 2024 10:27am
Headstone Epitaph
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Epitaphs are short poems written on headstones in cemeteries. Write an epitaph, either based on yourself or a character, using any theme.
Many older and beautiful headstones have epitaphs based on the person that passed. Some are funny, upsetting, or morbid, but they all give you insight on what kinda person they were. Write an epitaph (or 3) based on either you or a character. I look forward to seeing them!
Rules:
One month
Maximum of 75 words
Limit 3 entries per person
Any themes
New or old writes welcome
Bonus points for it being emotional (even funny or sad)
ALL are welcome to enter or post
Good luck AND Have fun :)
Rules:
One month
Maximum of 75 words
Limit 3 entries per person
Any themes
New or old writes welcome
Bonus points for it being emotional (even funny or sad)
ALL are welcome to enter or post
Good luck AND Have fun :)
Anonymous
Epitaph
Yesterday my Epitaph read...
Unknown to some for he has died
Beware to others for he's still alive
His revenge will come, when you least suspect
Ponder your thoughts now, time to reflect
You smothered and silenced him throughout life
Victimized his family, causing pain and strife
He leaves you now with one more warning
Confession will heal in time of mourning
Unknown to some for he has died
Beware to others for he's still alive
His revenge will come, when you least suspect
Ponder your thoughts now, time to reflect
You smothered and silenced him throughout life
Victimized his family, causing pain and strife
He leaves you now with one more warning
Confession will heal in time of mourning
Anonymous
Headstone
Cry not for me
for I am gone
I have resigned my soul
gave up my mortal coil
stardusts and golden hues
of a kingdom promised
a paradise chosen
a place of rest
Here I rest among the roses
the fragrance of the past
and memories ever so precious
Oh death sweet aggression rests
for I am gone
I have resigned my soul
gave up my mortal coil
stardusts and golden hues
of a kingdom promised
a paradise chosen
a place of rest
Here I rest among the roses
the fragrance of the past
and memories ever so precious
Oh death sweet aggression rests
Anonymous
Epitaph
Here lies Rob
May he rot
In his final
Resting spot
A wasted life
Bereft of joy
Forever just
A lonely boy
May he rot
In his final
Resting spot
A wasted life
Bereft of joy
Forever just
A lonely boy
Anonymous
Another Epitaph
The final resting place
Of a man with no name
Would have asked at his funeral
But nobody came
If you have any info
please contact us at:
800-IDABODY (432-2639)
Of a man with no name
Would have asked at his funeral
But nobody came
If you have any info
please contact us at:
800-IDABODY (432-2639)
Anonymous
Goodbye
We live in a world of wonder.
We look at stars and ponder
our fate.
Whom we love
and whom we hate.
What does it all matter
if all our lives we scatter
on dreams.
We never could
or never should.
Distant lovers we seek
to catch a glance, a peek,
an illusion.
Flying away
down the mountain to the bay.
Maybe it is time to save
my heart and wave
goodbye.
Before it's too late.
Before faith
snarls its bait.
Before the Bees come looking
Before the Red calls me back
Before the Moon comes shining
Before the Lips wants a snack
Before the Flames consume me
Before the Queen wants her task.
Before the Nite begs to see
Before they all remove my mask.
Maybe it is time to step down.
To yield the crown
of shame.
Before I am scorched
or loved or torched
all the same.
I leave behind my work unfinished
My life diminished
Lyrics unsung
Books forgotten
Words unwritten
Will it all matter at the end?
Will anyone remember to send
a word?
Here goes a man
He came
He loved
He played
He's missed.
Absurd.
Goodbye.
We look at stars and ponder
our fate.
Whom we love
and whom we hate.
What does it all matter
if all our lives we scatter
on dreams.
We never could
or never should.
Distant lovers we seek
to catch a glance, a peek,
an illusion.
Flying away
down the mountain to the bay.
Maybe it is time to save
my heart and wave
goodbye.
Before it's too late.
Before faith
snarls its bait.
Before the Bees come looking
Before the Red calls me back
Before the Moon comes shining
Before the Lips wants a snack
Before the Flames consume me
Before the Queen wants her task.
Before the Nite begs to see
Before they all remove my mask.
Maybe it is time to step down.
To yield the crown
of shame.
Before I am scorched
or loved or torched
all the same.
I leave behind my work unfinished
My life diminished
Lyrics unsung
Books forgotten
Words unwritten
Will it all matter at the end?
Will anyone remember to send
a word?
Here goes a man
He came
He loved
He played
He's missed.
Absurd.
Goodbye.
Anonymous
Epitoff
"Here he who played with art rests in peace,
he painted and poeticized until time took him away.
On the screen of life a trace of genius left,
but in death he made no impression.
"He lived on illusions, colors and words he cast,
in the world of mortals, eternity sought.
But what irony, on the cold stone rested,
where neither art nor verse will he save."
"Goodbye to the world that little understood me,
here I lie, artist, poet, a celestial vault.
My masterpiece? Maybe this tombstone is,
For in death, as in life, art is alien to us."
he painted and poeticized until time took him away.
On the screen of life a trace of genius left,
but in death he made no impression.
"He lived on illusions, colors and words he cast,
in the world of mortals, eternity sought.
But what irony, on the cold stone rested,
where neither art nor verse will he save."
"Goodbye to the world that little understood me,
here I lie, artist, poet, a celestial vault.
My masterpiece? Maybe this tombstone is,
For in death, as in life, art is alien to us."
Anonymous
And the pillows stand as tombstones
He breaks
into me
like I'm
unconsecrated
ground
(oh god)
his skin
tastes like
suicide
Anonymous
shrinkage
if only your
integrity
was
as big as
your dick
if only
Anonymous
There's Chocolate in Heaven
Here lies ChocoLaaTTe
No big deal of a few molars
In the end we all rot the same
It's not because I ate too much
(chocolate)
Here I may lay
But in heaven
Most likely eating
(More chocolate)
Anonymous
All here that does lie
is all that could die,
while the rest of me?
In eternity.
I claimed Christ as Lord,
with Him's my reward.
is all that could die,
while the rest of me?
In eternity.
I claimed Christ as Lord,
with Him's my reward.
Anonymous
As I Lay
I never thought I would die so soon
This world for me
Was nothing extravagant, nothing over the
moon
This was never my forever home, only
temporary.
You see, a sinner lies in this ground
I didn't deserve any kind of Heaven
Although my Jesus died for me on that
mound
At times His voice I could not hear, the
noise did deafen.
I hope and pray
My legacy lives on
I did the best that I could in my own way
I loved well, worked hard and with Jesus I
made a bond.
So as my body turns to ash
The beauty will fade away
Memories last, nothing to rehash
Only God has the power as I lay.
This world for me
Was nothing extravagant, nothing over the
moon
This was never my forever home, only
temporary.
You see, a sinner lies in this ground
I didn't deserve any kind of Heaven
Although my Jesus died for me on that
mound
At times His voice I could not hear, the
noise did deafen.
I hope and pray
My legacy lives on
I did the best that I could in my own way
I loved well, worked hard and with Jesus I
made a bond.
So as my body turns to ash
The beauty will fade away
Memories last, nothing to rehash
Only God has the power as I lay.
Anonymous
Goodby buddy
Feeling rise unpacified
more than a friend
for we were more than tied
singular faithfulness untill the end
companion, solace, ever there
I howl in anguish, life! despair
worn lead, chewed bone
and empty chair
more than a friend
for we were more than tied
singular faithfulness untill the end
companion, solace, ever there
I howl in anguish, life! despair
worn lead, chewed bone
and empty chair
Anonymous
False profit
Here lies the False prophet
Who lied about his life
Lied about his profits
and his prophesies
That never came true
Then lied about his lies
Took credit for failings
Yet somehow rose up from his grave
To spew more lies
Because one without a soul never need worry about going to Hell
Who lied about his life
Lied about his profits
and his prophesies
That never came true
Then lied about his lies
Took credit for failings
Yet somehow rose up from his grave
To spew more lies
Because one without a soul never need worry about going to Hell
Anonymous
I came
I Learnt
I left behind
A body
That was not
Me
I Learnt
I left behind
A body
That was not
Me
