Best Cremation Poems

Tell me, mother

what did the fire
whisper to you

as it wrapped your frail body
in its flaming blanket

as it caressed your cheeks
and clenched your hands

as it kissed...

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I stay close to home these days,
my roaming needs seeming to
expire with age, finding more
of what I need in the Silence
of packing; of course, this...

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Energy is neither created, nor destroyed
but does transform
witness the log burning in the fireplace
cellulose and lignin combining with oxygen
yielding heat, water and CO2
and with you...

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Ashes to Ashes

Smoke
rises in the distance.

The boxcar
rocks,
rocks,
rocks;
stones
are placed along the ties.
Were they placed by Chance
or left 
as gently as Kaddish.
I lift my hands in the...

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Lighthouse keeper vacancy announced
Envelope delivered; contents read aloud
A smile turned into laughter, then into a shout
Parents and Son hugged before he set off.

Applicants sitting quietly,...

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Smoky
mornings drifting
like woodsmoke on the breeze...
mushrooms are white buttons in grass
dew-damp.

Snapping
berries from barbs
my fingers sunset-stained;
the puce juice of drupelet fruit now
bleeding.

Swollen
the pregnant pods
sway on summer-scorched...

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In the twilight of suspended star thunder
where the waking jungle and broken Temple of tradition meet one another
she moves with a panthera prana, pranayama of...

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If I were the president,
in our fatherland, no citizen will be a bastard
and mutual respect, our networking web.

If I were the president
the people will be...

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I came upon an old man,
A homeless, wretched soul.
He looked so sad and helpless,
In his hands, he held a bowl.
He was propped against the building,
So,...

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From Poland hailed your Uncle Max, who in matters of manners was a bit lax,
While from France came Aunt Belle, whom I thought was really...

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Here lies the arsonist, Ash James -
Although, he would have chosen flames.

It amazed us, once, to see the grave of a notorious pyromaniac in a...

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Standing in a foreign nation, fragrance from a fresh cremation
Lost and long forgotten by the beasts that roamed my home
Nights are dark and gloomy but...

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I stand here all alone
For our justice’s been dethroned
Waiting for my trial
Which is more in truth my exile
I know there's no justice here
For it is...

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(Sir Frederick Treves, Victorian surgeon, has the
following claims to our respect: (1) he discovered
and cared for Joseph Merrick, "The Elephant Man":
(2) He followed the route...

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I’m an old man, though not as old 
	as I was ten years ago 
        when I thought...

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