Best Obit Poems

Football coach Bobby Bowden was never one to cuss
But refs make mistakes and coaches have a right to fuss

“St. Bowden” as he was lovingly called...

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Gussie Moran, a tennis star,
Created quite a stir
When she wore lace-trimmed underwear,
Created just for her.

In 1949 this was,
On Wimbledon’s staid courts;
The British folk were scandalized,
According...

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A man of wry wit
Wrote his own obit
He said,
I'm dead,
That's the end of it...

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Rancid lemon rope squeeze
around a rotten tomato neck tie,
crooked odor bow hanging out of place 
Acid reflux raisin tax bleed;
dripping spoiled, milquetoast lies
out a sour-twisted,...

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I
If any writer here didn't like him --
If Souper One, or 2023, dislike Rico,
Please correct my notion: Rico made you smile
Even when you hated to...

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It was a time when we were troubled
Work shifts had to be doubled
We didn’t earn enough to take a wife

We protested a worthless war
Cried over...

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What's that in your hand?. Let me see.. He said.
It's a picture; that`s Chuck; he is my friend... I said.
You pick your friends kinda young,...

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Encased in thick ice
Sparrow shivers, sad demise
Flowers had emerged
Once colorful, now turned brown
Snowy carpet for Easter

Frozen bunny dies
Easter egg hunts ‘neath snow mounds
Sun plays hide...

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There was something odd about this stranger
She called herself a holistic healer
But truly there was nothing “holy” about her

“Bring me an eye of a young...

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Awakened and degenerated, I feel I am clashing somewhere 
The clouds appear and then depart, just another face amongst billions  
Millions of colors of...

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His words!
Life and substance, they vomit
both, He knits
into one big unit.

His perfect craft
leaving no deficit
and the work of his hands,
obvious and explicit.

Is it the numerous
biological...

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He likes an egg 
without a shell, cracked
by the careless act 
of a grocery store clerk.
There's always some jerk
who could make you sick
then read your...

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I saw an old man with a hard hat on
Walkin' down the road as the sky turned dawn.
I said, "Howdy Bub, where you headed to?"
He...

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She wrote, “Hey, Joe, how are you?
It has been a long, long while;
I remember all the fun we used to have;
I still remember your constant...

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The New York Times won’t publish
All the wedding news it gets.
Unless you are “acceptable,”
They’ll send you their regrets.

With attributes like wealth or fame
Or Ivy League...

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