Coffins Poems - Poems about Coffins

All True Goths Covet Lace Vampires Lightning Spiders Coffins And Poetry *I wrote this poem on January 8, 2024, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ January challenge. This was day 8 and the prompt was:Write a mnemonic poem to remember the zodiac signs. ...

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The leaves are falling, dropping like melted ice. It must be autumn, there is a spectacular show Of red, yellow, and frosty foliage. Though it’s still nice Weather-wise, in a heartbeat, soon we’ll see snow. My beautiful cherry tree is getting sadder every day. The little green, which existed on my lawn, stopped growing. The squirrels are busy stocking nuts next...

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pink granite headstones white cross above resting bones down with Davy Jones ashes thrown to the four winds places death’s journey begins where their spirit is under massive pyramids led by Osiris not toward the Pearly Gates where just Saint Peter awaits stored in a grotto angels singing vibrato chanting staccato entombed under earthen mounds where their artifacts are found still and decaying all said to be awaiting the Second Coming coffins into...

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The mornings with coffees The evenings with coffins The days are all full of muffins Round around down the ground In the nights that cry and sound Life being all an open wound Deams all set up in a mound Hopes all being time bound The world being all a little pond The mornings with coffees The evenings with coffins...

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There’s nothing more profoundly wrong Than coffins less than two foot long A sad and tragic sight to see They ought to come in sets of three The extra two to share the cart And bear each parents broken heart...

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The French are withdrawing a thousand troops From Afghanistan Before the end of the year But only if they are not killed Too many coffins Don’t look good On the French president’s desk People can count Especially the dead Dumped on foreign ground Without a body bag...

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Coffins cheaper by the dozens The French Are withdrawing a thousand troops From Afghanistan Before the end of the year But only if they are not killed Too many coffins Don’t look good On the French president’s desk People can count...

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Three Little Coffins Three little coffins End to end. Placed in the graveyard Of my soul. Death reigns. My story told. Just yesterday I lived. Drew water from the well. Laughed, cooked, Cleaned dirty ears. Alive, waiting for My warrior's roar. The victory cheer Today I leave The shards of my heart Broken with my pots. Numb my pain. Only The dead remain. Mari Sloan...

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I walked up to that black coffin With it's open door There lay your pale body Looked away for what i didn't want to fell no more There you were so calm No expression on your face I just look away Stare off into space Then my mind wanders no control To happier times Way back before Our suicidal crimes All of our laughter Your...

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The rope is in my hands My hands begin to sweat the sweat drips off my fingers. I start to feel regret. I'm stuck in this stronghold. The feelings are too bold. I'll fill the empty mold With my body....

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Left in this coffin shivering Remembering cotton around rusted scissors Nesting in a lemon--a moth, how strange Thunder sliced into my dream--teeth turned to dirt See all the money burning like coal in a fire, even through all this fog Feel an itch inside my finger; should open an umbrella under my skin A hand on the dock plaged with disease Lead...

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