Funeral Death Poems | Examples
These Funeral Death poems are examples of Death poems about Funeral. These are the best examples of Death Funeral poems written by international poets.
At birth I enter the cell
Heaven and Hell
Here on Earth, it’s hard to tell
Heaven and Hell
The reading from the Holy Pell
Heaven and Hell
A highway or a stairwell
Heaven and Hell
Milton and Dante, do tell
Heaven and Hell
Screwtape’s nephew learns well
Heaven and Hell
A king and the witch’s spell
Heaven and Hell
Emotions a hurricane swell
Heaven and Hell
A voice left in quell
Heaven and Hell
Watch out for Luther’s inkwell
Heaven and Hell
Past the shadow and death’s dell
Heaven and Hell
The bell’s knell
Heaven and Hell
The 13th pealing as well
Heaven and Hell
Resolution:
Covered by a pall
And that’s all
A death and pangs on Earth
And then eternal birth
Scorched
moss
remnant
speck of dust,
dainty dot matchbox
plume ex tiny chaser light chain,
dried out moist field, drought a wretched blight, habitat woe,
as wide sweep venal mindsets purge swathe after swathe of candle fly inbred impish glint,
they feeble bugs, leaf strewn dwellers whose twinkle once power charmed tree tops, lush pastures, putrid logs, harmless to the touch, dodging worldly brass nerve,
warm-hearted watchers for the environment who pose not the remotest threat of even miniscule proportions, now diminishing landscape feature, they atrophy, sag, shrivel, wither, languish, a pointless premature death
As
stars
flashing.
Fluttering
across dewy grass.
Outstanding mesmerizing glow.
In melancholy, my eyes drawn into the circle ...
they are called to dance in their search for a bride/groom, stitched together with gold strands of hope.
If fireflies could sing it would be magical - a declaration of love, crafted with the same delicacy as a romantic poem.
I'll stay awhile and enjoy the view, take a deep breath understand that the days are numbered, as life wisdom or philosophical acceptance - with joy, dignity, calmness, solemnity pride, honor, and self-esteem ... beauty.
At
night
fireflies
make a noise
and light up the sky
flickering their wings gossamer
pretty in the garden landing on the water pond
I drift off to sleep tranquil, relaxed, and stress free with no cares to dream a peaceful dream.
And in my dream I am transported to a magical forest where fireflies twinkle and glow, the
flashes of light make for a lovely dance.
In dreams I am wandering about trying to catch a firefly, but they are fast and busy with their
mating dance. I know that they do not live very long, only sixty-one days, sad, such beauty only
lives for a short time.
Faint,
spark,
smothered,
frail flicker,
doused by wanton strafe,
of bogus blitz on firefly swarm,
whose sintered flecks luminous once a mint meadow rash,
fetid stench on sombre marsh morgue deathly plummet in wet woodland, squelching plot interred,
winsome wing glow worm surreal,
larval lantern love, a spring twilight trail flash mate signal in mid-flight flare, haphazard helix of red flame,
lightning mimicry from maiden whose passion quest quenched querulous by nightmarish callous earthling hand clamped coffin dull click, twilight yellow, blue ghost, witching hour green tint spectaclenow grave entombment, mourning planet sheds tears
Season of death
Told to fear
Before bitter cold
Making everyone scream
For some warmth
And loving touch
Stay in touch
After the death
With some warmth
And no fear
Morbid many scream
Awaiting the cold
Decide embrace cold
With forceful touch
Hear the scream
Proclaiming the death
Eyes express fear
Needing some warmth
Getting the warmth
Fighting the cold
And the fear
With caring touch
Defeating ugly death
That creates a scream
Why a scream?
All filled warmth
Body shell death
Purple silver cold
Ghosts need touch
Soothe the Fear
Dispense the fear
Memories laughing scream
Everyone seems touch
Words igniting warmth
Melting the cold
Celebrating the death
Conquering fear death
Instead scream warmth
When touch cold
Glass,
traps
one spark
in the ferns,
spirits of the dead,
tethered above the wet creek bed,
guiding the departed through the mangrove roots tonight.
They hover in the liminal space between the living and the silent wet bush graves.
We did not know we caught a wandering spirit alive, glowing with the pale green light of someone trying to find their way through the gully.
Unscrewing the cold rim of the glass I watched the little ancestor crawl out across my thumb to hesitate a moment in the damp night air before heading upwards into the canopy towards the guiding southern stars.
Sweet
scent
perfumes
the night air
where sprites' lanterns glow
Flickering fireflies are gleaming
Aflutter in the meadow at the aura of dusk
until the dance is over when their luminance fades and I mourn their untimely death
Then, I shall sing a hymnal song, a melodious elegy to grieve them with unstifled tears as I walk the meadow tomorrow night
A trail of light from my candle will keep burning bright until a proper homage to the wee fairy-like creatures has been made and solemnly paid and a wreath of wildflowers has been laid at the gate where the meadow begins
oh, grief...
it's indeed true what is said
about you.
you're an arc
that keeps looping your way back
to yet another circle.
all it takes
for your long-smothered flame
to once again ignite...
just one reminder,
a painful one at that;
old funeral service bulletin.
Fathers,
You learn from them,
For better or for worse.
How to be, or not to be,a husband.
How to be or not to be a parent when it's
your turn.
There are no books, holy or otherwise.
And religion is all but useless,
It has no moral compass
Holy images on walls,stautes,moving or mute
Never,kept a mother or wife safe in her home.
Respect is basic instinct
One either has,or, hasn't got.
' He'll be on his own yet,'
My mother often exclaimed.
When there was nothing else left to say.
And true to her word;he died alone.
The dark cloud lifted,the light broke through.
The voilens played
The mad lady sang.
And I danced around the grave.
somber
morbid, solemn
depressing, darkening, distressing
funeral, tragedy, party, achievement
reveling, admiring, celebrating
pleasurable, enjoyable
festive
Fly brother fly
Those wings weren’t meant to be bound
Over the seas to heaven where grace does resound
And as the bereft
We shall visit you often where memories are kept
Was at a dead end_
Had just left mom's funeral;
lost in fragment thoughts and tears . . .
Must find my courage~
Turn the car and drive forward,
and then find my next chapter !
Sedoka/Sedoka - Dead End
Copyright, 05-1827-012-06- 26
All Rights, Constance La France
Plagiarism Prohibited.
Never Easy
Never easy
Lose a loved one
After sixty precious years
Look at photos
Read her writings
Bring me often
Close to tears
Now she’s buried
At the chapel
Where we went
Made many friends
Now she has
No sufferings,
No pain.
Bible read at funeral
‘Asleep in Jesus.’
One day’s certain
Go I will
And join her
In that earth-dug
Holy bed
‘Asleep in Jesus.’
They’ve all gone now. Now you’re here with us.
It was a good show, the song choices were good.
The flowers softened the light. The speeches of your time alive were nice. The prayers and wishes for your soul.
But, see there the last car through the gate… that’s over for you now.
Welcome to us, welcome to here. They’ll be back of course, fresh flowers, fresh tears.
Don’t look so frightened, they can’t hurt you now. It takes a while for their lives to move on but they do somehow!
But you are here so come on, I’ll get to know you and your song.
We can walk the grounds together until
you’re call. Up or down, it don’t matter now you’re gone.
Some of us stay forever here in this place.
Don’t worry you’ll fit in and look over there, there’s another new face.