Best Embalming Poems

The Secret of the Mortician

Dead, but I got eyes
Prepares my body at the morgue
Opens the chest
Drains the blood from its nudity
Admires my body before it...

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i Trees

A kaleidoscope cathedral rustling,
hustling life-light into every thinning limb.
Earth-emblems embalming every rogue
marauding cell in resin. Violent poppies
dripping blood-petals on never-ending war.
Wood knots are eyes,...

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She That Rivaled The Glowing Moon

Thy *hyacinth* hair upon white shoulders laid bare
thy face, mirror of love in heavenly skies.
The miracle of thy body, so...

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Death Comes

All arguments and denials were fruitless;
The deceased fell prey to the Master Thief.

The “One” whose icy-cold touch is . . .
Just Too Cold to...

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There is an old cemetery in my city full of legends,
   and stories, one I find creepy is people being buried alive;
 ...

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The classic names of nursing homes
    make me want to puke and groan

  How about 'Celestial Gardens?'
    great...

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My first love - when we ended,
They told me to pray to God,
And that he would make time,
My new best friend.
And with the love I...

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Beating the midday forlorn sun
By foot they begun the journey leaving the pun
Beware of the dangers and tactics to shun  
Between that time and...

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From light to dark, I am filled with delusion
Of memories unknown, of emotional strain
Like a hermit to words in moments dismembered
When time became a ...

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Witches and warlocks gather around, 
will give you a list of poisons abound…

Arsenic, Hemlock, Belladonna you know…

Add to your list, these below;
Purple Foxglove; Black Hellebore;
...

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Bill hates to go to parties but he loves to go to wakes. One of the advantages of being old, he says, is that there...

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Death-Noah Holden

Death to most people brings nothing, but fear,

Nobody knows when death is near,

Death is lonely as well as cold,

Nobody, but God knows what this...

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In the Silence of Violence 


The piece of silence
Shot into the sky; 

Then, a piece of sky
Fell into the fire;

The lives of hundreds
Were burnt
And the...

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Realization

Fear is cancer’s preservative,
As Embalming fluid to the living.
And you, oh accuser,
Are fear’s embalming salesman.
You are a snake,
Paradox bound.
Wrapped around the rod that binds you,
Depraved.
Attempting...

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Leonardo more than a Renaissance man
artist? yes but - 
sculptor? yes but - 
musician? yes but - 
anatomist? yes but - 
cartographer? yes but -...

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