Coffin Poems

Israel Coffin

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

Velvet Coffin: An Epilogue

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

At the End of the Day

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,

In A Box

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

Democracy In A Coffin

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.

Red Neck Coffin

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!

A poem as a coffin

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

Final place

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

we guessed her tattoo would be a coffin

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

Adieu, Mum

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

THE COFFIN

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Knowledge much higher my greatest desire
For this type of wisdom adventure required,

Packing some books inside an old sack
I set out on

Glass Coffin

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

Elias Coffin

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...

Coffin

The smallest coffin 
Is often the heaviest
Still born.

A Coffin For Two

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

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