Most Commented Epitaph Poems (28)

A part of life we all must do, the one thing that will stay true. It hurts loved ones and makes them blue; but as we live, cannot undo! It makes complete the life we chose; yet gives us hope we should not lose. The joy we share and sorrow we see; gives note to all that this must be. We no not when this will take place; so live life at our own pace! Indeed, we know that this is true; we live our lives—but must die too! I cannot explain why this must be; yet see that death does set us free. I give a gift in this belief, and write these words to ease your grief. I’m sorry that I must complete; that part of life we cannot beat. All my love; to all that’s dear—within your heart I will be near!

I know not what you could have been
A saint so pure or full of sin
I pray only that your happy now
And if my seed, my love is vow

If i had three wish's
Two i would give to you
You could wish for anything
But i would wish for you..

Sometimes we wish we could unfold the sky
To take you back from the space and time
So we can see your smile
For you who never knew our name

We barely know if you're a boy or a girl
You're a heaven fragments from our wound

Cover up with our blood and bones
Our shattered mind is a stage for your grave
Cover up with our blood and bones
Our shattered mind is a stage for your grave

Those bright lights beneath the stars
Reminds me of your little name

We wish we could turn back the time
For you who never knew our name
For you who never knew our name

But when we close our eyes
We stumble ourselves inside
Tears never bring you back

Little Cans


A little boy is standing, frozen by his eyes.
His mind is cloudy like a storm due Sky, his vision's clear as a settled glass of water. Why? His heart knows the reason: understanding escapes him.
Odor invades his nose like termites storm a house, unwelcome guests.
A stench cloud in the air, little boy is still confused. Why?
Speak, little boy. Ma.
Still cloudy, still confused, vision becoming glossy
as tears fill his eyes. Why??????
Eyes too full leaking tears down innocent cheeks, splashing to the floor.

The boy draws near to what is dear to him,
heart bleeding, mind frazzled. Reaching for her hand, he says it.Mom? Mom?

I love you etched in his heart.
LIttle boy pulls her hand.
A toil in vain.
He tries, he cries, she won't get up.

The little cans have slain her, she's stuck there
for the night, a captive to the floor.
Tomorrow she won't remember, won't know he stood nearby.

Tomorrow she'll buy more little cans,
and kiss the floor once more.
Why?

The little boy grows up, he is tall and strong and tough.
Inside the man, a boy is standing, with his mother nearby.
Except now he knows why.

It's the little cans.
?? ??

The Child within,
Never dies,
Tho' sometimes he hides,
Sometimes she cries,

We keep Dreams unfettered,
Till we depart this Earth,
Into a New Mothers' womb,
Unto a Glorious New Birth,

All Die Young,
Only to live again,
So piss on my grave,
We'll all meet again,
In the End.

Insolence and total disregard, for the laws and the men who invent them
Rash too, as well as hard, with a soul intent only on mayhem
Unblinking and resolute, full to the very brim with aggressiveness
Rumored to be of ill repute, and in a way he will get the best of this
A man born to war and the stench of the dead, his weapons are his lover's
Living by a creed of his own design, and that is to do unto other's
Asleep his dreams contain images of death, his dreams by day are dark
The one fatal chink in his armour? it is these images that have left their mark
A sentry shouts out a question, recieving silence an only response
The soldier falls as the first rounds find him, the shock registering at once
Martyred in death and in life an enigma, as a memory of vast intellect
His ideals a lasting remembrance, too the many lives that still bear their effect.

(Part 12) "Terminal Paradox"

The story so far.... John Norrington, only survivor of the
coach tragedy, manages to find sanctuary in a cave
and comes in contact with a large meteorite that had
crashed there hours before. He collapses to the ground
and a few minutes later feels revitalised and gains
new powers and abilities. Returning to the Norrington
manor, he creates a costume for his disguise as the
Black Dove and then goes in search of his friend's killers.
He finally catches up with Jack Wild and his outlaws.
Norrington and Jenkins board a ship. They eventually set sail
back to England. On their way back the ship is caught in
strange fog, which transports them into the future, then
to the past, and finally back to their present, and they are
back home. Everything seems normal but for the fact it is
one day prior to the coach tragedy. Norrington prepares
to alter the events that would follow, As the outlaws
are coming closer to the coach with their guns drawn Jack
Wild cries to the passengers to get out of the coach,
Norrington leaps out the coach and jumps onto Jack Wild.
The other outlaws fire at Norrington. He falls to the ground
and lies there lifeless. While the outlaws chase after the
stagecoach to capture its passengers, the King's guards
approach from the opposite side and give help to
Norrington. who regains strength and disguised as the
Black Dove chases the runaway coach. He has very
little time now for stopping the coach.
Climbing on top of his horse he takes a leap and descends
on the roof of the coach, which is now rounding the bend and
heading for the edge of the cliff. He applies a hand brake and
flames leap up from the wheels. The steering connection to the
horses snaps up and the coach grinds to a halt. The Black Dove
climbs down to check on the passengers. Finding his wife Beth
alive he smiles at her, then collapses to the ground. She climbs
out of the coach. Lifting his mask she sees in amazement that
the man was her husband John. She kisses him and asks, why
he is wearing this outfit, he tells her that he is the Black Dove
he wanted to prevent the tragedy from occurring again. Then
he dies and disappears right before her eyes, Beth is in tears
kneeling on the ground. Moments later John Norrington
materialises inside the coach, wondering where he had been.
Beth turns round and discovers her man is alive, but how
can this be? She is beside herself with joy as they succeed in
repairing the coach and continue their journey to Cornwall.
The Black dove had served his purpose: by saving his friends
he had created a new timeline which never included the
heroic Black Dove, as in this timeline the Black Dove
has never really existed. THE END