Best Mourner Poems

day after day
he came here
his mournful tale to tell
upon an old torn suit

he was in the world
unlucky was the lot
so said he
old coal mourner

digging out
was...

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I mourn the worst sorrows. 
The shifty deception of 
gullible children and 
senile elders. 
The blindness to reality 
injected into many unlucky 
fetuses, the worlds...

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“Good Morning! I know you are busy. Will you stop for a while for an interview?”

Sir, what do you want to know? If only you...

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To the sound of pelting rain, she woke in early morning
Upon the tattered tin roof, it rhythmically pitter pattered
No sunlight peeked through clouds on daylight's...

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My veins bleed of Crimson defeat-
The way they flow with such ease and comfort
      brings me to my remorseful knees…
I...

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I touch, the old weathered stone angels softly,
And stones, vine covered and tree shady,
All the names are engraved deep,
Sad sorrow to keep,
Forever.
Weep,
Oh mourner,
For all...

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painted in black from head to foot
like a mourner
why not a veil and snowy white
showy wedding gown
after all, nunsense knows
that we are the bride of...

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I see you there hiding in the corner
Why does a beauty as you hide
Stay in the light you're not a mourner
Stand up, be seen show...

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DR. JAKAL AND MR. HYDE

Science verses madness, welcome Dr. Jackal meet Mr. Hyde,
Within all mankind a darker side exists, it is the beast,
Teetering on the...

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She sits with her guitar in the corner
Her hands skillful as they strum the steel strings
Her guitar weeps like a soulfull mourner
Saturating her sweet voice...

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Hello? Are you there today?
Have I scared you away?
Spent my whole teenage life, 
Preparing for this day of strife 
To say my goodbye's
To your love-me-not...

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Something sits slunk in the corner
Am I the only mourner?
This stranger rocks weeping 
it has been sleeping

It has awoke to find 
its nightmare was not...

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The arrow pierced his armour
causing an open painful wound
he had thought there would be glamour

He lay waiting feeling amour
as he saw a woman gowned
The arrow...

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Loves the Dead


My mother loves the
dead she has a curious
fascination with the
dead.

She loves to attend
the funerals of
family members
and even strangers.

My mother is the
first person to...

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A man walks into a room to smell the wallflowers
to find their petals plucked
Perplexed at first, he grimaces then glowers
Some people have all the luck
The...

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