Burial Poems - Poems about Burial

His days he spent pleasantly as befit his soft upbringing running the family business counting the money pouring in leaving the real work to his brother ...

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The cold, so cold ground Binding and pulling And holding me down Embraced by the crypt Confined and restrained And life’s breath stripped Stygian inked Such stifling dark And soul’s light extinct I find myself here Trussed by death’s grave Without hope, just fear In the cold, cold ground Decayed and corrupt Neath my burial mound ...

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A flag draped box on titanium stand Bears all that remains of a noble man A father’s pride, a mother’s grief A widow’s tears without relief A son whose memories begin to fade As the soldier is solemnly laid The torment a brief eternity Brought by war infernally Driven by other men’s desires We raise yet more funeral pyres And watch again our young men...

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It may seem a cruel tragedy that Amherst’s greatest poet Emily Dickinson never got to marry though she burned ardently to be. And yet in Death (if you’ll allow) she did eventually get laid – not in a man’s bed but a pine box and (if you’ll allow) this paradox she still remains a chaste old maid. ...

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That day on Earth was filled with fun, The weather was mild and clement. The sun beamed down with gentle grace, Cool air had just chased off the rain. That party brimmed with food and beer, We drank more than we ought to drink. There wasn’t a single sober soul, Not even the one meant to drive. Still, we had homes we had...

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It was a somber cloudy day, sadness weighed heavy on us all. The family gathered to pay final respects. Gregorian chant filled the air as we looked up to heaven. We were burying a good man. He had been a role model, a loving husband and a caring father. the finality painfully sinking in goodbyes surreal AP: Honorable Mention...

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on ship’s voyage cosmos-deep a captain’s life was laid to sleep wrapped in linen mummy-style and thrown into the stellar keep he floated on in endless black ...

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b u r y me amongst corpse flowers b ...

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No one told me the moment you parted. My disheartened heart left the room the moment I turned the corner, and saw his golden badge as he nodded in comforting dismay. That day My heart learned the rhythm of grief Slow Sickly The kind that brings you past your knees, and drives you six feet underground. Who needs two burials in one day?...

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Oh Mary, blessed art thou among women. What did your eyes see? And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favor with God. And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, And bring forth a son, and shalt call his name JESUS. He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest: And the...

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No burial When I died, my family didn’t dare bury me in a grave. They knew, without a doubt, I'd only misbehave ~ that I'd party with the germs, and have sleepovers with the worms, and give the bacteria all that they crave. So, just a lousy cremation When I watched them cremate my body, I thought their work was...

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Many years ago, I saw the arrival of several ships They came with a smile and goods laced with their curse In a short time, they gave multiple populations the clips The curse ran longer than the promised verse I have been in the ground with my people before they became a nation I have seen them born, grown, and...

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______________________________________________________________ There'd needn't be no digs of earth or clumps of clay that weigh my girth, ...

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We are going to dig to bury our dead: Mother, father, sisters and brothers, Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers. We are going to inter our dead: Archbishop, pastors, Houngans and vicars. The altar boys in a row are profusely bleeding. The cracked crucifixes are lying on the benches. They weep, suffer and are all almost naked. Oh! They breathe like humans in agony; Things,...

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CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 2 Catullus CI: 'His Brother's Burial' translation by Michael R. Burch 1. Through many lands and over many seas I have journeyed, brother, to these wretched rites, to this final acclamation of the dead... and to speak — however ineffectually — to your voiceless ashes now that Fate has wrested you away from me. Alas, my dear brother, wrenched from my arms...

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