Casket Poems - Poems about Casket

open casket

a black dress
an open casket
friends and family all around me,
trying to reach me 
i couldn’t hear them, not at all
the only thing i could look at
was the face i once knew, the face that was my lifeline
laying lifeless in front of me.

Casket

Casket by Adejola Joseph
Casket
Six feet deeper
Deeds of man is questioned
How did you live your life?
Time to give account
Every man will die
Surely, every man will taste death
But death is not the end of a journey
It's a transition to the unknown and to the unseen
Casket
I rejoice at the day I see my casket
It's a homecoming
Glorious homecoming
Casket.

Casket

Laying in this casket, buried deep under
Dark skies; raging with lightning and thunder
There’s no coming back, I’m staying under

Time to waste now, just idling my time
In my right hand I’m turning my last dime
Gone to soon, I’m still in my prime

Laying in this casket, buried deep under
Dark skies; raging with lightning and thunder
There’s no coming

Casket of Chaos

I am like faded leaves,
beneath my frail feet,
failing your forbidden name
that crushed the petals of 
blossoming hopes,
dusted with dark 
obsidian nightmares,
enclosed in 
seeds of discontent,
sprinkled by sleeping
black dragonflies,
resting on fruitless twigs,
in vales of solitude.

Perhaps nature too
feels the pain I’ve been
carrying when
invisible thorns pierce 
my fragile heart,
to leave me bleeding epitaphs,
of dead dreams like 
an endless

My Wooden Casket With Strings

One might call it a 'guitar',
But, sadly, I have to call it my wooden casket with strings,
No offence to the instrument,
Its not that bad of one really,
It's just something with me,
A personal grudge,
I have been playing it for more than 3 years now,
I am not great at it,
HECK I am not even good at it!
I

They Rather Lift Your Casket Than Your Dreams

THEY RATHER LIFT YOUR CASKET THAN YOUR DREAMS

Dreams are made 
just like beautiful caskets.
Dreams can be waylaid,
even in reality outskirt.
Dreams do come true
but death has only one rule:
that is, the inevitability of death.
With colossal demands,
a dreamer rules the earth.
Despite your reprimands,

your corpse is lifted up
only to later undergo a drop.
To lift the casket of a

Obsequies for a Queen

(Elizabeth II 1926-2022)


Are we - crow, blackbird, sparrow -
aware of what's occurring?
We cannot tell, they assume,
but gape and gaze from up here.

This is a land with a departed monarch.
We - sparrow, blackbird, crow -
flit or sit above the richness
of that marching red regalia.

Thousands of arms stretch, sinews strain,
cameras are held aloft
to catch the start of

Cancer To Make No Mistake

A losing struggle over his life,
Cancer to make no mistake
Of a blunt knife;
Its image takes as The-At-Stake
And the ongoing struggle Stark Strife!

A death helped by a Hurrying Disease
Lewis’ blasphemous anger at his unease:
“Then, God does endorse The Sadism
Worse than Unholy Nudism”.

A bitter quitting of Britain for a discarded village  
And helpless reoccupation of a

The Broken Fountain Pen Disaster

The Broken Fountain Pen Disaster


Underfoot the dropped was-so-lost pen breaks snapping its midnight ink artery to spurt explosively out like some imprisoned force nearly dead but up again sucking in saving air and spread on

dispersing into freedom in a fly across the floor the long streaks of such random black  arcs streaking falling 

The Poet In His Casket

The Poet in His Casket

Well, look at you lying there!
In your brown suit and gold tie.
How I want to hug you now!
You can't be dead, you're only forty
years old!

We lived together till you took a new
wife!
Her name was alcohol and that ended our
happy days and our life.
She was the apple of your eye, she took
all

Impressions At a Church Lady's Casket

Silent
is she whose
sharp mind
unraveled;
she died.

This woman,
friendly,
loved to gab
and laugh.

Unsmiling
in her 
casket now. . .

her face
is strangely

beautiful.


May 13. 2019 for the 'Charlieku New Form' Poetry contest of charles messina

Poetry form description:  The poem must be 15 lines long  and the syllable count must be 23232,3232,323,23,3   Also, it must be 5 lines, 4

The Casket

The Casket
I saw a coffin the church
Didn`t see the body
The casket was bare
No flowers
They are wasted on the dead
I have no religion
For me, death holds no sting
It is merely the end of life.

The Deadly Lover

Come to me, my pretty thing,
For killed I was and dead I’ve been.
The flowers strewn about my grave
I bring to you this lovely day.

Draw not back, my little lass.
Soon all your fears will leave and pass.
Your love I seek to give me life;
I’ve come to take you for my wife.

The coffin, Dear, is a lonely

Moonlight On Satin

I raise the lid so slowly,
My hand on soft satin;
I hear the creaking hinges
As moonlight seeps within.

My bleary eyes encounter
The dank and wooden floor,
Time to appease the hunger,
Not once but ever more.

I turn the ornate doorknob
And what a sight I see,
A river of flowing forest
Down to the endless sea.

Village homes a light with candles
To push

Clothes and a Grieving Nose

For My Daddy with Endless Love

decide … phone people … arrangements need made …
cannot pick … call who … where … when … oh, casket …

my world just stray-shattered fully dismayed
and pain’s pall stretch-burns me like thin plastic

BLUE MORNING - just took Dad …

hued my fragile blunt-sad --
my brain’s left its launch pad ~
no thoughts

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