Best Coffin Poems
AS I SAW THE COFFIN GOING DOWN
My heart bled
My eyes turned red
My aunt said
My child don't be sad
Because of pain
I was even losing my brain
My tears were like rain
Flowed from my eyes now and again
I was told this too shall pass
And my joy will grow up again like grass
To be strong I was told
My arms were fold
My eyes I closed
I prayed to the Lord
I prayed to my God
As I saw the coffin going down
On my knees I fell
As I saw the coffin going down
I sang with my soul it is well
PoeticMonwa
Today's not one of my better days
Even I have 'em every so often
Believe me mine are rarer than most
Will be chuckling even in my coffin
Sure hope it doesn't freak someone out
And another kicks the bucket as well
A couple of funerals for the price of one
Coffin would be cramped as hell
Don't mind sharing but just imagine
If this dude was from the opposite sex
Some hanky panky would likely ensue
Some real rockin' 'n rollin' by heck
Mourners would scatter pretty damn quick
As they try their damnedest to get out
Nobody's staying for the final word
Lowering us, they'd play “Twist And Shout!”
What silly nonsense, can you imagine
That this could actually take place
Certainly they'd give us a box of our own
Or at least not put us face to face!
© Jack Ellison 2013
(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 stretch, sinews strain,
cameras are held aloft
to catch the start of this queen's obsequies,
such elegance, such grace.
We - blackbird, crow, sparrow -
observe orb and sceptre on the magnificent pall,
witness the splendour, the spectacle,
delight in the sound of vocal souls.
Millions have viewed that coffin.
We - crow, blackbird, sparrow - see them gaping, gazing,
with its eight pallbearers, in their blood-red flame,
as this Abbey welcomes what they carry.
(Sep 2022)
(You may wish to see also "Trooping the Colour" of June 2022 and "Coronation for a King" of May 2023)
She kissed her dead son's face
cold,pale,white and lifeless,
then started talking to him
as if he was alive,
or her words would revive
him,from his deep sleep it seemed;
her blank vision looking
past this cruel scorching
moment,for a fading dream.
**In memory of Major Sandeep Unnikrishnan.Google this brave son of India.
The newsclip was so heart wrencing..it still haunts me.
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Poetry Form- Balassi Stanza : The Rhyme Scheme is: bbaccadda
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Tight like
coffin,
black like
nightmare...
The coffin-maker likes his black tight
wagon, driven by the mare at night.
Laying in your crystal coffin
I look at your eyes
Eyes that died ages ago
What could you have seen in your life?
Were you a king?
Worshipped as a god
Honored with gold and jewels
Were you a slave?
Beaten and tortured your entire life
Worked to death in the name of your god
Were you a farmer?
Raising food in a desert
Trying to farm in acres of sand
Did you have enough to thrive?
Were you a merchant?
Selling oils and herbs
Or did you sell women for the pleasure of others?
I look into your eyes trying to see your soul
But there is nothing to see
So I can only imagine
I can only ask
Who was this man in the crystal coffin?
Hearts are like:
COFFIN DOORS
they hold dead forgotten things
and ENGRAVED upon them are
long gone NAMES
of someone you once
LOVED.
They are buried and hidden
away from the eyes of man.
All around the world that big demonstrations, songs, poems, and insults
Against the Zionists are nails hammering into Israel's coffin.
TOO OFTEN A COFFIN
I’ve faced the familiarity of faded fascination
I’ve let the loveliness of a lady become unspoken
I’ve examined the exclamation mark of exhilaration
And let beauty allow my blackened heart to be broken
I have haunted harbors and arbors alike
I’ve searched for the most perfect rose ever grown
I’ve seen ships stranded by too many a dike
And allowed lost loves to leave me alone
I’ve cried in crevices of cruelty and brutality
I’ve crawled through canyons so unkind
I’ve negated the nature of negative neutrality
With maudlin memories that mesmerize my mind
I’ve faced the fading of infatuation
And lamented the loss of love too often
I’ve ignored the aroma of arduous ardor’s creation
And have remembrances that will follow me into my coffin
© 2013….copyright PHREEPOETREE.~free cee!~
The hammer of Zeus
Thrust thy nail in Hades’ coffin
Gargoyles hoist thy sails
In a white empty coffin
Angels lay in wait
For today the preacher is late
In a white empty coffin
Silent nights filled with piercing screams
You may call them nightmares
The grim reaper calls them dreams
In a white empty coffin
Snow storms hail from above
A blanket of death over
Those who breathe not at all
White empty coffins
Collecting tears as they fall
Year is 3035
And here I lie in my capsule
Waiting for the great End
Or may be deep in my heart
For an Alchemist
To come and show me
Some light
Among this dark plight...
The chemicals I used
To make my Oxygen
Is almost finished
The pills I take for vitamins and proteins
are also scarce
It's been ages since I tasted the food
For their is no tree or plant or herb outside
No oxygen in the atmosphere
The temperature inside is controlled
But outside is hell warm
From the glass windows
I have been seeing fireworks
For many weeks
Fire and lawa would erupt from nowhere
I know not if my friends
In my neighbouring capsules
Or alive or they starved to death
For none of us can move our capsule
As we are not left with much fule
An army of strange creature is taking the world
They drink fire which is erupting everywhere
And eat garbage which too is in abundance
The screaches of these fiery devils
Make my ears bleed
They are smashing our capsules for spot
And putting everything in their fiery gut
It's proving a final nail
In the coffin of haman race
And of the mother Earth
Alas, It all started gradually
With the cutting of the trees
And letting poisonous gases dissolve in atmosphere
Glaciers melted
Oceans evaporated
Atmosphere lost oxygen
Earth became a hot desert
Animals and birds... extinct
While humans... confined to their units
A lonely life in a small space
Without love, without friends, without family
It's everybody for it's self
Earth is about to shatter
Into pieces
I am already seeing the cracks
And the fireworks... blinding my sight
Oh God, make it end soon
For we have suffered way too much
Or send some help
And take me to a green Earth
( 4th May, 2021)
For 'A Poem of Horror' poetry contest, Sponsored by Funom Makama
The coffin sways;
The people grumbles;
Popping out drinks to libation,
Pacifying with the ancestors to receive the deceased;
As so is thought of the content in the coffin
Unwilling to depart into the grave:
The coffin sways, and what is thought dead,
Has awakened from a long lasting coma;
Kicking and shouting so loud, but no one could possibly hear.
The coffin rest on holds of the family: swaying, and who cares.
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 to the endless sea.
Village homes a light with candles
To push away the dark.
But they won’t see me coming
Until I leave my mark.
The moon is slowly fading
As the years roll into one.
The darkness loves to hide me
But I long to see the sun.
The pink touched dawn is coming;
Shall I burn away this sin?
But I close the lid securely
And sleep on soft satin.
My heart is a coffin, to tell you the truth,
With each beat a nail to obscure your youth,
Together, upon the velvet cushions we lie,
Coverlid, our roof, lying but in truth.
Oh how sweet it is, our mourners to see,
Stricken with grief, everyone but we,
Though our eyes are closed, our hearts still do beat,
And it is so vivid to be dead with thee.
Still if it were so, a vain man I’d be,
For in this casket there is no place for me,
It is my own heart and to you belongs.
Correct me if I’m wrong, my faith is worse than death,
Missing your presence with every single living breath,
So my only one, come and die with me.