Best Burial Poems

The burial ground,  groomed to greet
the gatherers of their love apocalypse
with garlands grown and sown
from the rose fire of Athena's throne,
on this day they come to mourn
the Poet who perished for the passion of his Beloved Poetess,
the battlefields knew well the iron of their...

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Once, in a thought, it seemed how everything
stood without color, either black or white
or marbled grey, were sparrows tipped in flight
then pitched to the barn by a bastard wing
as feed for that, that unthinkable thing,
that thing which hunts and haunts confounded night,
and taunts with words,...

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My son went to church
With his friend
Then came home
With excitement in his eyes
He is getting baptized
What a blessing the day before
I took him out for breakfast
Then we had to go buy him
Some white shorts and t shirt
In this time being able to explain
This is like...

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Neanderthals and
Torajas 
Buried the dead
With no cost...
Within
Cave-like holes
The dead did easily 
Exhaust…
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Lying posture 
Or standing
To a corpse
Does this matter...?
Does the dead know
Whether their souls fly
In airplane or
Helicopter…?
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Like Shahjahan 
And Taj Mahal
Egyptian  Monarchs
Built  Pyramids 
Tax of the poor
And their labour 
Were flown like river
Monarchs,...

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BURIAL AT SEA

A poem by Jina Mahalatinia

I witnessed Mama's body
As Angels worked her flesh
Preparing her for death.
And when her flesh was pieces
She was scared of being eaten
(Remembering Viking spears
That killed, not ate, those fish)
So I cried to soothe her fears....

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The cold damp day seemed so awry
as rain was falling from the sky;
the thoughts within his mind distraught
with memories of times gone by.

His hopeful dreams were filled with fraught
as reasons deep within he sought
to understand the meaning of
the lessons that his dad had taught.

But now...

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I bade her last sad goodbye
             Even the drooping yellow sunflowers hang their heads,
Could I imagine her lovely soul, so sweet, upwards fly?
How I wished I had a perfumed bunch of reds!

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The Indian rounds the corner of the room
Seeing the sadness through the eyes of a girl
There are a lot of things about this world that we don't know 
the truth behind humanity the heartbeat of ones last breathe
or the pain one suffers mentally 

I don't even...

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With a strange, strangled gasp, we gulp the cold air
Crisscrossed by bats in their mad zigzag dash
From out of this cave, out from under this trash
That suffocates us, up our noses and hair;
Blind in the pitch-black dark, we make out the glare
Of bright, shining people...

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A macabre garden
rank with smell of green moss.
Silent mouths murmur nothing
as visitors snap and click 
awed in reverence of the raven poet.

The Old Western Burial Ground 
Greene and Fayette Streets in Baltimore
a rotten Poe rests here
his beloved decayed Virginia.
Bone to bones on bones timber in...

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The Burial, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s sonnet : L’Enterrement

I know nothing as gay as a burial !
The grave-digger who sings with his pickaxe in bright thrill
The church bells from afar reverberating with their svelte trille
The priest in a white surplice whose joyous prayers hardly in...

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So this is where the
fallen lay. Below the earth
they have to uphold....

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A straggle of figures litters the path
Stumbling, windblown, straying apart,
A ragged assembly against graphite clouds, 
Inky - black smudges blurred by the rain

Flapping  dark shadows, crows circle above them. 
Struggling, the figures cluster together
Wearily shuffling, standing then slumping. 
Rag dolls with stuffing steadily leaking.

Far...

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blue skies smile at me
white fluffy clouds lift me up
lay me down in sun 

Written October 2, 2022...

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Today is the day, years ago, my Father was buried.

Nothing seemed right in the world any longer!

I cried, prayed and wished, I were stronger.

With grief, I saw his casket carried.

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