Best Casket Poems

I am like faded leaves,
beneath my frail feet,
failing your forbidden name
that crushed the petals of 
blossoming hopes,
dusted with dark 
obsidian nightmares,
enclosed in 
seeds of discontent,
sprinkled by sleeping
black dragonflies,
resting on fruitless twigs,
in vales of solitude.

Perhaps nature too
feels the pain I’ve been
carrying when
invisible thorns pierce 
my fragile...

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Silent
is she whose
sharp mind
unraveled;
she died.

This woman,
friendly,
loved to gab
and laugh.

Unsmiling
in her 
casket now. . .

her face
is strangely

beautiful.


May 13. 2019 for the 'Charlieku New Form' Poetry contest of charles messina

Poetry form description:  The poem must be 15 lines long  and the syllable count must be...

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The Poet in His Casket

Well, look at you lying there!
In your brown suit and gold tie.
How I want to hug you now!
You can't be dead, you're only forty
years old!

We lived together till you took a new
wife!
Her name was alcohol and that ended our
happy days and...

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First draft 

I

By his deeds he was duly judged
And by his greed he was condemned
To the bowels far beneath the Earth-
Cursed tenfold to rot and feed the maggots unfed.

Stark Kilns was his doomed name
A man who burnt with hideous flame-
A name to forever tumble to...

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Handful of damp earth
Bitterness that thick.
Mind in momentum tone,
Churning out a high pitch.

Dirt on the Casket

I don a new nights ocean
With ****-pillow screams.
"What if's" I spoke,
Teasing a dead hope.

Dirt on the Casket

Incoherent your compassion
Un-hearted goodbye, and sighs.
Keeping it stone, when speaking,
To me on insecure knee.

Dirt...

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amidst my indelible impressions
comes an era of remembrence
that shall go down in history

I recall the flight of an airship
traveling abroad from Europe
to the United States 

with ninety seven aboard
passangers crews and news media
were all awaiting for its safe arrival

as newsreel coverage was filming
the attempt docking...

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her fingers play like spiders
nimbly dancing on a web of iron
it lies on the smoothest rosewood
her prey is built of horsehair

such powerful vibrations!
such music to her ears!
quickly her prey dances back and forth
tho never does she escape

the wooden casket sings songs of old
still the iron...

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crown of flowers stand in head
expressing mourning and thanks
plain and clean hue, lights around
how ornamental....

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I will cry a thousand years.
Trying to wash away the hurt I feel.
Wearing a mask to conceal.
While I walk amongst all of you
Doing what should be right.
For me there's no tunnel of light.
Just the black,
from my eyes shut tight.
A little is much to much.
Shivering from...

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I can`t describe what I feel, when some speak of you.
I just keep thinking, that this all can`t be real.
I always attended other funerals never thinking that I would be attending yours.
I still remember your perfect smile while they were closing the casket doors.
I wish...

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The kids need a toy box.
So spacious, padded and erect.
Embrace the future!
The casket in the livingroom 
   With toys to the brim....

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(Elizabeth II 1926-2022)


Are we - crow, blackbird, sparrow -
aware of what's occurring?
We cannot tell, they assume,
but gape and gaze from up here.

This is a land with a departed monarch.
We - sparrow, blackbird, crow -
flit or sit above the richness
of that marching red regalia.

Thousands of arms...

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I raise the lid so slowly,
My hand on soft satin;
I hear the creaking hinges
As moonlight seeps within.

My bleary eyes encounter
The dank and wooden floor,
Time to appease the hunger,
Not once but ever more.

I turn the ornate doorknob
And what a sight I see,
A river of flowing forest
Down...

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Come to me, my pretty thing,
For killed I was and dead I’ve been.
The flowers strewn about my grave
I bring to you this lovely day.

Draw not back, my little lass.
Soon all your fears will leave and pass.
Your love I seek to give me life;
I’ve come to...

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The Broken Fountain Pen Disaster


Underfoot the dropped was-so-lost pen breaks snapping its midnight ink artery to spurt explosively out like some imprisoned force nearly dead but up again sucking in saving air and spread on

dispersing into freedom in a fly across the floor the long...

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