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Burying Poems - Poems about Burying

Premium Member Burying Caesar
Friends, neighbors, countrymen, I come to bury Caesar not to praise him. Of course he was no famous emperor, although he was proud and tough enough to think he was the king of our alley. Poor Caesar, a life cut short by some irresponsible driver squashed him down in the middle of the street and kept...

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Categories: burying, spoken word,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member BURYING DIRT
I was twelve once, long brown hair, big brown eyes, men always stared. I was twelve once, smart and witty, some would say, I was pretty. I was twelve once, dreamed about life, would I someday, become someone's wife. I was twelve once, got knocked down, was not allowed, to make a sound. I was twelve once, cried all alone, this glass house, doesn't throw stones. I was twelve once, grew up fast, stuck on twelve, my hearts...

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Categories: burying, child abuse, deep, feelings,
Form: Rhyme



An Unprepared Son Burying His Dad
We all saw him seize his mum’s shoulder And smile but in his heart a boulder I knew you didn’t catch the second; I happen to have a mind fecund. What my eyes snatched was a masquerade: A face vandal might want for a raid But this he’s not acting on purpose; Just not here to hear what lips propose: Mark is a...

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Categories: burying, death, father, fear, funeral,
Form: Rhyme
Burying the Idea of Marriage
She has the idea buried Of later getting married, As she shall be forty-five: Very far from twenty five… Her mirror has been talking; Strong challenges from walking. “When last was Monthly Bleeding? Like Lot from Sodom fleeing!” Marriage mainly child-bearing, In Nigeria for child-rearing; Tears for declined proposals: Fine Guys that faced disposals; Her rash rejection of Ben And harsh ejection of Ken…...

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Categories: burying, america, fear, love, marriage,
Form: Rhyme
Bloody Valentines For Burying White
"Bloody Valentines for Burying White" Sometimes delightful sometimes cyanide that one speaks her mind burying white 6ft deep in the slick hot pink coils of her mind scales for weighing the delightful slights of rose burning war-torn bloody valentines (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) “Only Shallow” / My Bloody Valentine https://youtu.be/wdXGll5sc6Y LYRICS/ “Only Shallow”, My Bloody Valentine https://genius.com/My-bloody-valentine-only-shallow-lyrics...

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Categories: burying, muse,
Form: Free verse



Common Sense Nonsense - Series 201
Common Wisdom is not really either. For example .. 1. Let the past bury the past Can not be done that way. Use funeral parlors, or celebrate a dead person's with memorial When Jesus said similar words, "it was to rebuke a procrastinator, "Let the dead bury the dead." The living dead make much of human traditions including ceremonial...

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Categories: burying, analogy, humor, jesus, science,
Form: Epitaph
Premium Member Burying the Witness
eyes saw so they had to go mouth will talk so she had to be eliminated the hands felt wait. they were already buried right?...

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Categories: burying, dark,
Form: Light Verse
Burying Yesterday's Burdens
Take away the memories burning within my heart. Rid me of grief I've felt since we were torn apart. Offer me a brew of magical potion so I can forget This wretched anguish born from things that I regret. Songs of sorrow stumble me; I can't listen any more Sedate me with wine until I lie cradled on the floor. Echoes...

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Categories: burying, emotions,
Form: Couplet
Premium Member Burying the Hatchet
Nobody ever forgets where he buried the hatchet. ~ Kin Hubbard Riley was a control freak barking orders at his wife who'd scurry like a timid mouse knowing if she didn't conform a barrage of blows would rain down on her body Of course, he made certain not to mar her pretty face - he needed her to look good when she collected...

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Categories: burying, abuse,
Form: Free verse
Burying
I can float again She's my thought How could I have gone so long sparaging to not How could she have worried me How could she not How could she have ever seen burying what's caught...

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Categories: burying, analogy, angst, break up,
Form: Quatrain
Burying Superman
“Never give an inch boy,” a drunken uncle once told me. It sounded like a spell to ward off vicious dogs, rabid priests; any jackass or villain with crooked eyes. Superman is a plastic 3-inch-high figure, a talisman I keep in my jeans pocket. Make an incision into an inch, divide the scar fill up the razor thin gash with salt from secret tears. Eat a...

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Categories: burying, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Burying the Hatchet
Burying The Hatchet ©Ben Burton 4/7/2018 When burying the hatchet, make it deep Thus none who travels by might ever see That designee of senseless, squandered time Wherein the guilt lies not in any crime Save arrogance or stubborness gone wild Which should have been abandoned as a child The path that leads us to maturity Yields tolerance for those who disagree For rancor clouds...

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Categories: burying, anger, forgiveness,
Form: Rhyme
Burying You
Since you been gone I think less of you I shed less tears I cried for days I said a painful goodbye Meeting your mother for the first time Wasn't how i dreamed of Some days I can pass without a thought Others not so much Why do i keep thinking of you Why do i keep crying over you.... Though Burying you wasn't what I wanted...

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Categories: burying, death, for him, grief,
Form: I do not know?
Premium Member The Burying of the Virgin
THE BURYING OF THE VIRGIN The gloom of death gone bad so near that night, as circumstance played out a mournful tune, and echoed through my brain, as if it might, give credence to the shadows of full moon; and buried I my virgin, thin and bare, she bathed in lilac, head down to her toes; I laid her sixteen...

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Categories: burying, anxiety, beauty, emotions, horror,
Form: Sonnet
Burying Africa
Of desert sands And arid lands Of highest mountains Proudly stands Of open plains Of fertile soil Where no man has touched His hand to spoil Of forests vast And verdant gloss Of river snakes And silver dross Africa stands huge and humble In poverty it seems to drunkenly stumble Of violence powerfully fed Its bloody rivers washes red Washing away a future splendid As riches are pillaged Whilst ruffians spend it Oh Africa,...

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Categories: burying, africa, irony,
Form: Rhyme

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