Best Funeralme Poems
In pain u couldn't talk
Whenever I came to check on u
Lying in bed there
I knew u wanted to tell me something
Poor me I cried
And let myself avoid u
I thought I caused you pain
So I went in vain
Then here comes a phone call
I just lost my loved one
Grandma why did u go
Atleast u could ask me first
Time really can tell
And at times it rings a bell
But sometimes it's like hell
Crazy moments of life
Felt like I should blame
All those around me
Maybe she could be saved
But I don't even know how
Cancer is a killer
People have to know
When it attacks someone
It kills slowly and painfully
Grandma, I love u
We made jokes all the time
Not knowing someday
U'll not even be able to speak
Now I know it all
U left with a part of me
I can feel the pain, newly
Everytime I think of u
And when I look at ur photo
I wish I knew the date
I would dance with u all night
And tell u good bye
Before u could die
But u are no longer here
Wait fot me where u are
Our hearts will speak 2 each other
I wana hear u saying
I miss u Irene
Don't justify my behaviors, point them as you always do, why do you keep on with this lie
if a paper stop you a year ago? Get along with us, is not like you gonna die, stop
pretending a life never had, i can make sure you die now, not hate either love, i just
play by the law of your anarchy, pathetic, don't lie anymore, you spit hate with flames, i
could feel that warm feeling on my face when you spited on me, insult? Not taken from you,
i know how much of a pig you can be, i see how much you do for money, i see your well
being become a parasite, a monster, remember when we were young and fought alongside me to
protect the child's on the city? How we held guns on war for the flag? Now look at this,
blood every were, we want to kill each other, why? After so many tears we shed together
when our comrade died in front of us, blood, after so many nights posted with blazing guns
on hands, blood, after the broken family we lived on we just fell apart like fool's, like
idiots we fight, for blood! Im sick of it, we were friends, we were thick and thin, we had
a life as partners, as comrades, as leaders, you made ashes, i did too, let you go inside
that room and kill them all, i should have killed you when i had the chance, when i had my
gun pointed at your head, but good old times stop my pull of the trigger, i could have
stop you, now we have this mess, you are a rogue man, i am the hunter, not for the flag,
but for my collection of heads, you run from me and keep on putting messages same way, you
won't stop, the collection of heads you and I build together, now gone! Then i will kill
you! You deserve this hell after killing 34 children on their sleep, never opening eyes
again, this is why i want to kill you ex-friend.
Remember when you told me years ago... You were happy we ran from that war zone, you told
me we survive and we should spread the word, you said you wanted to change a piece of the
world, you said we were friends, now... After long 17 years, we fight each other, like we
fought back to back, so I put my gun on your fore head, hope you pull the trigger...
- POEM TO MOTIVATE POET'S TO WRITE THEIR HEARTS INTO THEIR STYLES -
I WILL NOT CRY OVER SPILLED SILK
‘twas perfectly fair what the fair had to say
And so I grieve not her making her away
Look………she tried
She gave it a heartfelt try
I couldn’t ask for much more than that
Yes, I can be verbose so I don’t at all blame her
Because that would be an utter shame for her
She’s too mercurial a soul to put up with too much for too long
And the lady wasn’t wrong
I’m like a curse
That only gets worse
It festers, it bleeds, it oozes tar and flat champagne
And if I haven’t, as yet, made myself plain
The lady gave it her all
But sooner or later some statues must fall
So before erosion effects the figurine of a lady whose words touch me so
Even I know the lady must go
, © 2011.…..Phreepoetry ~free cee!~
She once posted a poem, I don’t recall if it was the title or the title and the contents but I
wanted so to believe as she composed it she was thinking of me. Imagine, a satirical poet’s
genius and most obscure thoughts and soul writing any kind of poem with me in mind. Now
that’s a gift that keeps on giving and I thank her for that and a whole lot more GOD’S SPEED
MY FRIEND ~f!~
Will you miss me?
Will you miss our laughs, our smiles?
Just keep in mind that I have only left for a little while.
Will you fill your heart and mind with pain and sorrow?
Or will you remember me in every tomorrow?
My leaving has brought pain and grief,
but my resting gives me much relief.
Remember our good times rather than the bad,
Because I will be back sooner than you can follow
Please, don’t fill your heart with pain and sorrow,
But remember me in every tomorrow.
who taught that dog his tricks
the revolving door that was purchased
with a line up a mile long to watch it work
bought the devil an alarm clock
and a game of collecting bells called killing time
made his dreams come true
convincing him i had ended the world
and was in hell to do it again
no free will is a punishment hard to endure
eventually broke his heart and made him cry
jealous of me when i returned he screamed at me
i told you to leave
happy to be living a lie
the king of hell i had become
through the revolving door to see if you had what it takes to become one
the same circles the same routine
again and again
couldn't remember the cycle of their abuse
it turned out i wasn't like the rest of them
but looked familiar because i was there lost
and forgot who i was
the devil kicked me out of hell
to sentence me to life
the poor devil felt like a monster and cried
a sex life in heaven
when an angel got its wings
told him i got him pregnant in a worriesome way
around in circles he walks
doing the few same things
every once in a while a new king of hell knocks on deaths door
comitting suicide we like to call life
turns out i was the devils baby
and i'm coming back with some good news
it was all the antichrists fault when lady luck runs out
you should know me by now
tick tick tick tick tock
bing bong ding dong
something is wrong
on the lookout for someone to crucify
Don't give up yet,
we'll travel through time
searching for answers to
fix the perfect crime.
The plan is set,
try not to drop the line
but it seems so hard
when I'm still drawing mine.
So take it back
and give me a sign,
tell me this is it
and we can let our bodies shine.
Where would you like to be buried they asked
Well really that’s not my concern
It won’t bother me if I’m under a tree
Or stuck on a shelf in an urn
Tell me what kind of a casket you’d like
Cardboard or wicker or oak
Put me in a sack for I won’t be back
Nobody laughed at my joke
Tell us what music you’d like us to play
By me it would never be heard
Not music said I at the end of the day
I would just like the song of a bird
Tell us what prayers should we pray for your soul
I tried hard to stifle my mirth
I don’t have a soul, just dig a big hole
And let me go back to the earth
I have seen what religion has done to the world
With it’s misery, murder and dread
I despised all religion for all of my life
Don’t force it on me when I’m dead
Don’t patronise me with a guy in a frock
With a mitre a cross and a crook
Demanding that fools live by his kind of rules
That he reads from a dusty old book
Religion has not took control of my life
Or though this may sound a bit odd
I’ve been blessed with the love of a wonderful wife
And for that much at least I thank God
My wish is to return to that old place
The calm and clear and crimson countryside
Where my father and grandfather and I
Placed seeds inside the ground that grew to God
The day my heart decides to ever sleep
And become something silent without sound
Kiss me with fingertips that close my eyes
And place me in the bed of flame and fire
Before my seasonings are spread to earth
Wait 'til the sun has half-way scorched the sky
Carry my weight upon a pale white horse
While riding swift as if to chase the past
And with thy hand throw pieces of my soul
Unto the air and let me fall to soil