Best Mummies Poems


Premium Member Tomb of Mummies

.           hidden in ruins
buried deep
		yet
emotions seeped

funeral will close the casket
	wounds

  opened up

							tears never to evaporate

love dries on the clothesline

		Mount Royal


a lingering photo

   train stations then
                   cemeteries now

Premium Member Mummies Candy

Mummified body
Scouring on Halloween
Lurks into the night

The bandages falling off
Creepy skin is rotting

There are many treats
Within the old mummies heart
Candy corn inside

The living sweets
Keep the mummy alive
Gives kids their snack 

The black cats keep watch
To guard these candy sweets

People avoid the cats
For fear that bad luck will hit
Mummies love their pets

Russell Sivey

Premium Member Masked Mummies

                      

                      patients, waiting room
                      masked by Fauci, do not speak
                      only mice may squeak


                                   9/29/2022


Dead end street

Only the two big houses were in the broad Street,               My mansion was at the dead end street meet ,                      It was covered with green creepers like sheet,                     My open heart seemed eeto miss an easy beat,                 
                                                                                                       In the street meet, there was a child's tomb,                        
No one went near it in the dark night,                               Every one passed the end of the street with zoom,         They crossed it very speed with flash light,                           
                                                                                                     The abode was large and had three courtyards          Wooden pillars were looked like huge guards,                      It's high and dark shadows made me scared,             Avoiding fear, I prayed to the family God,                       
                                                                                                Nearly forty persons were died in the home,                       
 For me, it resembled a fearful tomb,                                     Like the memorable mummies found in Rome,                        I felt like an icy cube in the white foam,                                    
                                                                                                          I ran on the varanda as fast as I could,                        Grandma had come with a lantern and I misunderstood,                                                                                               I dashed her speedy, but she withstood,                                                             
 I told my bitter experience to the neighborhood.

Premium Member Mummies

Mummies still intrigue me after all these centuries
What was life like before we turned into pansies
There are brighter days ahead
Not days we should dread
Coz from now on these mummies will be daddies

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