Funeral Personification Poems | Personification Poems About Funeral
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Beautiful ones are dying/
Directors on silent the film is sponsored by reality/
Voiceovers turn into scandals not propensity /
Actors with no clue they get glued in life's show their future is screwed/
Born raged their actions are so real/
Kill or be killed quest between scenes/
Poverty is more than the defining moment screams/
Hunger bleeding dreams with no makeup pencils/
A wakeup call before the final cut/
A turning point of a lifetime plot/
It’s a warm-up elevating hopes before credits/
Death too expensive/
No rehearsals nor sequels/
Dark clouded cameras carry life insurances/
Raining scenes on corruption’s free way and streets/
The cancer eating stunning extras/
Avalon cemetery the only Stadium Lavatory flushing off written off characters/
Beautiful ones are dying/
Do You find your-self
With-out a ladder
And just don't know
What to do?
Try the "Law Of Reciprocity"
Fore only good thing's come
Back to You!
Plant your-self a Seed
And then You shall
Have a Tree...
Just give it a little time
And soon you will have three...
Then You shall be able
For the very first time...
"Petal nor thorn could save this rose."
From "Flowers...Beautiful Flowers"
This line personifies the loss of life and the harvest of flowers (roses) for a funeral. Just as loved ones are lost each day in the prime of life (any time really), the rose is taken in the height of beauty and placed atop the grave. This is in spite of the thorns which protect it. We possess the attributes of the rose as well. Yet, still we pass, regardless of benevolence or wickedness.
the morning dew...
Doe's things' seem strange
Not what they used to be
This is for the first time
The first time in History
Doe's things' seem slow
While a bestselling economy
Just doe's not grow'
Everything is a shroud
And everyone must know...
It is time
It is time one may say
For a One World Government
To save the day'
But, their is one thing
That I would like to say
And that is that
By the Blood of Jesus
Things' wouldn't be this way
What We really don't need
Is a new government
What we do need
Is a New Covenant'
With ' GOD '
Did anyone think
Of the way
That it should be
To dwell in the House of the Lord
For all Eternity...
To be with the Prince of King'
To be with the Almighty
With-in the Kingdom of ' GOD '
Where He has already prepared
A place for you and me...
On the days the wind does blow
life gets caught up in how things should go
and winds gather up the harvest from the field to tow
to blow up harvest in good flight it may freely flow
but what of those who never know
and never feel the warm winds of autumn blow
and the scythes will never come home
and all hope of good harvest is then
* The life of a child called Jesus......
Blessed are the people
Voice's rang out
Ringing in prayer
The scream and they shout
Earth doth shutter miracle's
Servility and care
A quiver of sensation
Fill's the air
Muffled sound's of deliverance
With broad morning gloom
For the birth of a child
Whom which died too soon
In the morning of strife
A quiet settle stillness
Filled the room
He dared to shed the light
It was much too soon
With a evening made
He filled das empty
I am not flying high and proud today,
For one who honored me has passed away,
And now my tribute to this man I pay
By flying half mast in the gentle breeze.
My friends all do the same across the land--
It is our simple, patriotic plan
To pay respect and honor to this man
By flying this way everybody sees.
I’ve flown here through the night and through the day
Reminding of the price that many pay;
My stars and stripes a message seem to say
That I for freedom in this nation stand.
But now they come and slowly take me down
And take such care that I don’t touch the ground,
For I’m the flag that they will wrap around
The casket of this great and famous man.
I wonder now as down the road I go
If people who look on do really know
The message that I try to clearly show:
I honor those who gladly honor me.
Or do they even take time to salute
And honor those who for me took pursuit?
I know not, but I still pay my tribute
To men who know the price of liberty.
My friends who stayed behind don’t envy me,
They take their pride in skies for all to see;
They know they have this place in liberty
To fly, proclaiming freedom to all men.
I wonder, though, how many more it takes
Before all men who honor freedom’s sake
And humbly on their knees new vows then make
To honor God’s great freedom once again.
Cant believe your not here
Trying to erase the fear
I didn't get to say goodbye
It wasn't that long ago
That i had you in my arms
Hugging you to let you know
That I needed you more
I breathe a little deeper
trying to hold back all the tears
Remembering the times
You was always here
The days and years
Months and weeks
Went by so fast
I couldn't even think
Memories of you
Wonder through my head
Times where you would "Baby" me
Daddy's little girl is what you said
I couldn't deny it
How true that is
Not trying to believe
That your not here
I know this won't be easy
Apart of my heart is missing
As tears roll down my face
Thinking about you
I hold tight to the good times
and let the bad ones slip through
There will be times I'll stare in space
Wondering how things would be
If you didn't leave this place
The times you would sing to me
The times you would cry
The times where you'd smile
I'll never let that slip by
You'll always be in my heart
No matter what i do
I didn't think I'd have to picture
My life without you
All the birthdays cards i made you
Ill hold close and dear
In my life you'll always be here
I'll remember the mornings
I'd wake up and see your face
I didn't think I'd ever have to say
Goodbye this way
Daddy's little girl is what I'll always be
I'll never forget you
Please remember me.
I love you Daddy