Best Mourners Poems

Cypress trees like evergreen steeples
rise above rows of gravestone woes,
their shadows lie side by side like railroad ties 
across writhing paths banded like snakes;
the gravel...

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The worldliness within the sphere     
reflecting morning light, 
as poignant as a single tear 
idea bright is crystal clear 
and frames...

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I paced between the old and new
along the rows where gray stones grow,
so careful not to tread upon
the freshly filled and seeded few.
Soft shadows slid...

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"Marionette of Flesh in a Borrowed Dress"
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

The hourglass, 
a skeletal jester, 
mocks in the tomb's chill,
Each falling grain an emaciated sigh, 
"Soon...

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Somethings are best 
said through blank
scriptures in sheer 
silence, but pulling the 
violin strings of
a poet strumming
to personify pain, 
with tempests of 
torment rushing 
through...

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Between the rows and rows of tombs of your beloved gone
I cover all the bones that lay beneath me-
      ...

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For My Children
-	Daniel Henry Rodgers

As dawn's first blush ignites the eastern sky—a cool
Caress of dew upon the breeze—and the birds' serenade
Pierces the silence, their notes...

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“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” - Khalil Gibran

I am a delicate deck of cards,
alabaster...

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Written by Gail DeBole
In memory of my grandfather

Nice Day For a Funeral

I
(You were always old.  I can't remember a
time when you were not.)

Cried
(And you...

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She was tragically wounded in her fragile heart
Betrayed by her lover, the one who tore it apart
with vile words and deeds he chose to impart
leaving...

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Ave Maria

I hear the cries, the ties that bind.
I recall it all when Easter comes.
His suffering upon the cross our
Great and humble loss endured for...

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My father’s funeral, a sad occasion
but his cruel actions go beyond the grave

My sister had organised a display 
A silver frame contained a picture of...

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and I press my palm against my heart . . . 
     I am holding in an awful ache and p...

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A word in saddened whisper, and conversation brief,
you see the people coming, then they go,
bringing food, flowers; condolences for grief,
plus sympathy for such a telling...

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When a friendship dies
no mourners come
with last respects to pay

There’s nothing 
but the silence
where there once was much to say

Old comforts
feeling awkward
if in happenstance we...

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