Cremate Poems - Poems about Cremate

... In an endless night, time is my nemesis. In the realms of sleepwalking nightmares, where trumpets blow an eerie tune, I can see the Grim Reaper, perched upon my tomb. I search for the san......Read the rest...

... In the narrow margin between life and death, I feel as I'm walking a tightrope - but balancing. I'm a portrayal of metaphors, illuminating like spring's moon, who sunk like winter sunset, but......Read the rest...

...“It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.” David Levithan I will forever be as pure as white virgin fibres, in your onyx fiel......Read the rest...

...Please don't bury me By Michelle Morris 12/01/2023 Please don't bury me under that apple tree So beautiful and abundant It needs space for life to experience Its shade and soft mossy feet ......Read the rest...

...A good time will surely arrive On a safe path God will drive Quietly continue the journey Like this are waiting many Surely God will confer a favor That is why He is the Savior Trust Him ......Read the rest...

...when i pass i will linger on in a few memories a few nanoseconds in man's history place no stone above me with some name easily forgotten never bury me in the earth in some hollowed-out cavity ......Read the rest...

...We had a difference of opinion on final wishes I swing back and forth like a pendulum this is because she said it is wrong to cremate to destroy the body that God made That even the lords body wa......Read the rest...

...Alpha Pistols It’s a nice warm summer’s evening in 2004 The cool man was on top of the Manchester tower block He fires down with various guns at his lower targets There is a builders yard two hun......Read the rest...

...Thoughts inflame as feelings stir, words simmering yet to boil Unspoken sparks drift through the night, a pyre still to fan As heat restores the human soul, all prodigals return With hope to ......Read the rest...

...Thoughts inflame as feelings stir, words simmering yet to boil Unspoken sparks drift through the night, a pyre still to fan As heat restores the human soul, all prodigals return With hope to ......Read the rest...

... When I die I want no stone To tie me to… A particular time and place on Earth I want not my flesh and bones To wither away nor record kept Of my passing or my birth Cremate My mo......Read the rest...

...Its there among the flower roots Many laid to rest peaceful sleep Just cremate me all I ask Scatter me upon the earth Or perhaps the sky a breeze carried Maybe you just bury me deep For o......Read the rest...

...Thoughts inflame as feelings stir Words simmer yet to boil Unspoken sparks drift through the night A pyre still to burn Delphian in its natural form The smoke a treacherous friend Words reki......Read the rest...

...I'm afraid that your child needs multiple surgeries, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson (Holding back tears): Doctor, what are the odds that our Jessica will survive? Well, if we can schedule everything back-t......Read the rest...

...I've found land again, the darkest land that I have seen, And I can't see a single thing. I sense these peoples ears perk up as I begin to lie again, "I'm staying in sick again", Huhh these lies ......Read the rest...