Best Cremate Poems

In the narrow margin between life and death,
I feel as I'm walking a tightrope - but balancing.
I'm a portrayal of metaphors, 
illuminating like spring's moon,
who...

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“It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.”
David Levithan

I will forever be...

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when i pass
i will linger on in a few memories
a few nanoseconds in man's history
place no stone above me
with some name easily forgotten
never bury me...

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In an endless night,
time is my nemesis.

In the realms of sleepwalking nightmares,
where trumpets blow an eerie tune,
I can see the Grim Reaper,
perched upon my tomb.

I...

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a journey

arrival
The cancer within.
Just another place to be.
(Whatever that means).

hello, now
You look different
than I imagined, filtered
through those gamma rays.

what's up doc?
Shall we slice, dice or
nuke...

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A lifeless life
dawns through my eyes…
with nothing but wrongs
and no birds in flight
the trees are bare
the wind is zilch
there’s a common wisp in the air
that...

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we never said anything as the Goliath of good swept our heritage. 
            ...

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This is where black breaks open into bright bleeding feeling
as souls suffer the fire of flesh to enter arena Earth screaming
searching the ether for Adam...

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Clandestine meeting between
the Orvatech Corp. and the Celestial Military Command
Date: 04.24.2258


General Avar, the High General: The third trial test run has been successfully
concluded. What are...

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Thou, O king, hast made a decree, 
that every man that shall hear the
sound of the cornet, flute, harp,
sackbut, psaltery, and dulcimer, 
and all kinds...

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EPITAPH

If I die in India, the following Bhagvad Geeta Mantra will be chanted, as we, the 
Hindus don’t cremate the dead body but we burn...

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The eyes are the windows to the soul
My ardent desire is to keep her eyes
Eyes so beautiful
Eyes so omniscient
But how can I conserve it?
Is there...

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Instead of breathing air--It is tears I take in.
I can feel them, taste them.

How does one taste their tears…
They slip down your throat when
One weeps...

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Walking alone on this meandering path
not even a shadow of myself by my side
a cloud of silence surrounds me
I hear only my silent footsteps 
as...

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I owned a funeral parlor and I earned a lot of bread.
I got paid a whole lot of money to cremate the dead.
Each cadaver that...

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