Coffin Poems - Poems about Coffin

All around the world that big demonstrations, songs, poems, and insults Against the Zionists are nails hammering into Israel's coffin....

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mirror on the wall reflects my pain it is a witness of my harsh reality the pain i romanticized about someone is a fake reflected image of my thoughts the pain i never wished to tear my flesh is the real persona i try to hide...

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The voice within, a whisper bruised, Fights the noise the world has used To carve a man from primal bone To cage the beast, to leash the lone. The mind, a mat where wars unfold, Instincts wild, but nurtured cold. They tame him not with chains or rods, But with applause and wooden Gods. He wears the mask, rehearsed and tight, Performs by day,...

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You put me in a box— 'Cause that’s what makes you comfortable. You put me in a box— 'Cause that’s what makes you strong. You put me in a box And tell me That’s where I belong. You put me in a box To keep me Contained. Controlled. You put me in a box To strip away my soul. You put me in a box And seal it up...

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Democracy in a Coffin” They wrapped the flag around his mouth, called it freedom, then shot him for speaking. The ballot box bleeds ink and oil, votes drowned in rivers of silence. Statues stand on broken backs, names carved in stone— not to honor, but to forget. Children chant anthems in empty classrooms, their futures auctioned for one more war, one more lie. This isn't a nation— it's a graveyard with borders....

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I’m planning to run my Ford into the ground And there I’ll be buried in it safe and sound Slowly the bed will rust off the frame And in that hole, we will remain Buried in an F150 Will not only be quite nifty I’ll need no wooden basket In my broke-down Ford casket! ...

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Stepping out of the womb Wearing serenity and A weaving of smoke With a vapour trail in the empty air He writes a love letter to the angels living in his software But Do they know, how many times his heart was crushed like a glass slippers? He was once told psychopath But, Do they know, he was a...

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They asked me to carry you to your final place, I said I’d be honoured with a smile on my face. But now the times here and I’m in the line, I’m fighting to breathe brother, I’m not doing fine. The tears in my eyes make things all a haze, I look to my mam she can tell...

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She was not a unicorn pink castle princess girl her attitudes leaned more toward blacks and blues she could find the horribleness in every situation we understood this, but not her reasoning we heard she had a tattoo, guessed it was a coffin or a skull, or burned flesh, something macabre Her tattoo was gorgeous, monarch butterflies nothing we expected, a cousin...

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Some Tears Will Never Dry Can this stream of tears ever dry? It won't stop, however I try. Its floods expand the more I cry, Each droplet hot enough to fry. So gentle souls could soar this high, That birds above might only sigh. Too soon, too soon for you to die— Dear Mum, why didn't you wave goodbye? Your wisdom now in silence...

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Donn Black:Export Trash 300 points 4 likes this week, on: Stars Above (2) The Coffin (2) • Lifetime likes 4. Rank 1983/5k this week, 145757 lifetime Search my poems My Poems (2)AutorankLinks The Coffin Knowledge much higher my greatest desire For this type of wisdom adventure required, Packing some books inside an old sack I set out on...

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Another day, another ghostly glitch The catholic church stained glass shouldn’t be as grey as it was today. More and more the molding frays I can hear the coffins softy coughing There are more and more mourning days Whether or not there was better days, “Back when there was no such a glitch” there were still plagues, there was still coughing, common enough, blood...

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God has graced divine onto thee, In my arms, thine soul is set free. Thou art an enigma, an note. As though a piece of symphony that I wrote. Once I may have left our destiny to the stars, Now I'll never let them orchestrate your scars... ...

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The smallest coffin Is often the heaviest Still born....

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Today's not one of my better days Even I have 'em every so often Believe me mine are rarer than most Will be chuckling even in my coffin Sure hope it doesn't freak someone out And another kicks the bucket as well A single coffin for the price of two It sure would be cramped as hell Don't mind sharing but just imagine If...

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