cemetery Archives - Spillwords

Trick or Treat

MelisaOctober 31, 2019

Trick or Treat written by: Melisa @MQuigley1963 Spells cast and cauldrons bubble pranks are played causing trouble with eerie squeals and chatter ...

EnglishHalloweenPoetry0 min read

Coming Home

Luiz SyphreOctober 27, 2019

Coming Home written by: Luiz Syphre @luizsyphre driving up an unpaved street by the cemetery creek with the encapsulating fragrance of mesquite ca...

EnglishHalloweenPoetry1 min read

WE’RE GOING ON A GHOST HUNT

Dianne MoritzOctober 23, 2019

WE'RE GOING ON A GHOST HUNT written by: Dianne Moritz It's Halloween! We’re going on a ghost hunt. We’re not afraid. Come on, let’s go. We see ...

EnglishHalloweenPoetry1 min read

Halloween Visitation

Sheri M. StewartOctober 19, 2019

Halloween Visitation written by: Sheri M. Stewart Summer time has past there's a nip within the air All Hallows' Eve is upon us a carved pumpkin on...

13 Days of HalloweenEnglishFeatured PostHalloweenPoetry1 min read

Papa Ben’s Last Laugh

Emilia PaulSeptember 12, 2019

Papa Ben's Last Laugh written by: Emilia Paul Sometimes funny things happen at the most unlikely moments. Benjamin’s, or Papa Ben as we called him, ...

EnglishLiterature7 min read

The Graveyard

Julian LeeMay 8, 2019

The Graveyard written by: Julian Lee @julian_lee76 The still, quiet, peaceful air, Sounds of nature surround, We come to say goodbye, Come to visi...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Symmetry

Kenneth Vincent WalkerApril 11, 2019

Symmetry written by: Kenneth Vincent Walker Rows and rows of surnamed stones In the cemetery symmetry of collective bones. Some need a place to come...

EnglishFeatured PostPoetry0 min read

An orphan and Christmas

Inam UllahDecember 24, 2018

An orphan and Christmas written by: Inam Ullah The cold breeze of winter, Tries its best to break, The rule of silence, Over a desolated graveyard ...

ChristmasEnglishPoetry1 min read

Earth’s Cemetery

hedgehogNovember 6, 2018

Earth's Cemetery written by: hedgehog We buried your body today As you disintegrate slowly in your grave Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Mother eart...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

After The Stroke of Midnight

Ann Christine TabakaOctober 27, 2018

After The Stroke of Midnight written by: Ann Christine Tabaka @TabakaChris After the stroke of midnight when most are fast asleep into the ancient ...

13 Days of HalloweenEnglishFeatured PostHalloweenPoetry1 min read

The Walk

Ian FletcherJuly 5, 2018

The Walk written by: Ian Fletcher Things can get a bit hectic in our office. But as usual, I take my lunchtime walk, going through the local chur...

EnglishFeatured PostLiterature0 min read

Standing Stones

Aaron MarchantApril 9, 2018

Standing Stones written by: Aaron Marchant Walking in the garden, friends at every turn Rowan on the corner, together now with Fern Primrose and Ang...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Lost In The Graveyard

Asad MianFebruary 18, 2018

Lost In The Graveyard written by: Asad Mian @amian74 It's Sunday morning and I'm lost in the graveyard, again. Although I've been here several t...

EnglishLiterature4 min read

REBELECTRIC ZOMBIE – ZELTERGEISTS RISE AND RESCUE (I)

Marie Scampini/MZ ClarkeJuly 6, 2017

FLYING DEAD: REBELECTRIC ZOMBIE ZELTERGEISTS RISE AND RESCUE (I) written by: MZ CLARKE @zoeandme I. LANGOUROUS LIMBO I was exhaust...

EnglishLiterature11 min read

Gerardine White (mostly called Ger) grew up in wild open country of West Limerick, Ireland. Her country life is represented in her poems and has a strong bearing on her core values and education. She inherited the skill of poetic rhyme from both of her parents and her Grandad – who were all fine poets and storytellers. Her education took place mostly in South West Ireland and the rest of it is gleaned from travel, from life, and from being an avid reader of all kinds of books. In recent years she has returned to poetry writing. This past year seeing her published in four Anthologies from Clarendon House Publications. She sees herself as a Spiritual person, very connected with life in all forms. She is happily married for past 20 years and currently lives in Sussex, UK. She enjoys healthy pursuits of country walks with a nice cuppa tea and chat at the end.

Resurrection by Suzanne Craig-Whytock

On the day that Budgie died, I was young and very sad. He was a pretty bird, always singing in his cage. Sometimes we let him out to fly around, and on that day, the curtains were wide open and he slammed into the glass hard. Momma put him into a shoe box and I cried as we buried him in the back garden among the lilies. The next morning, very early, I snuck out of the house and dug him up with a garden trowel because I wanted to see him one more time. When I took the lid off the shoe box, his eyes were open and his wings fluttered ...