Epitaphs Poems - Poems about Epitaphs

As heartrose epitaphs swathe earthly echoes with swelled up w a v e s of spiritual sirens, sea-fairies collide with honeysuckle footprints, traced by mint-green manta rays along aquatic vessel of karma, pumping a nascent wilderness. In shawls of raven wind, my silhouette is a blood moon, mirrored...

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In the dirty hands of poverty, Scavengers of the Republic of Enlightenment Quench their thirst under the eyelids of the proletarians. A sinecure of hard drugs To silence the lamentations of these birds of ill omen. The crosses are upside down in the furnaces of hell; Lucifer, the egregore of these bloodthirsty criminals, Has no...

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Evening shades are deepening Peaceful hues and tones In the darkness creeping There’s a silence in the stones Anonymous lies sleeping Psalms praising the unknown Heaven holds thee in its keeping Sings the silence of the stones....

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Ancient Greek and Roman Epigrams That country wench bewitches your heart? Hell, her most beguiling art’s hiking her dress to seduce you with her ankles' nakedness! Sappho, fragment 57, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Stranger, rest your weary legs beneath the elms; hear how coolly the breeze murmurs through their branches; then take a bracing draught from the mountain-fed fountain; for this is...

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Ancient Greek and Roman Epigrams Stranger, rest your weary legs beneath the elms; hear how coolly the breeze murmurs through their branches; then take a bracing draught from the mountain-fed fountain; for this is welcome shade from the burning sun. —Anyte, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Here I stand, Hermes, in the crossroads by the windswept elms near the breezy beach, providing...

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Athenian Epitaphs II These are ancient Greek epitaphs for lost family and friends, including dogs and other animals ... Now his voice is prisoned in the silent pathways of the night: his owner's faithful Maltese... but will he still bark again, on sight? —Michael R. Burch, after Tymnes Poor partridge, poor partridge, lately migrated from the rocks; our...

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Epigrams/Epitaphs Childless by Michael R. Burch How can she bear her grief? Mightier than Atlas, she shoulders the weight of one fallen star. *** Laughter’s Cry by Michael R. Burch Because life is a mystery, we laugh and do not know the half. Because death is a mystery, we cry when one is gone, our numbering thrown awry. *** Long Division by Michael R. Burch All things become one Through...

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Epitaph for a Palestinian Child by Michael R. Burch I lived as best I could, and then I died. Be careful where you step: the grave is wide. Autumn Conundrum by Michael R. Burch It's not that every leaf must finally fall, it's just that we can never catch them all. Laughter’s Cry by Michael R. Burch Because life is a mystery, we laugh and do...

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We are — HYPOCRITES! Jesus turns the other cheek, while we berate, and slap the faces of our enemies — and carve their epitaphs in stone. Note: In response to WWIII and Jesus trending worldwide on Twitter....

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Athenian Epitaphs Mariner, do not ask whose tomb this may be, but go with good fortune: I wish you a kinder sea. —Michael R. Burch, after Plato Does my soul abide in heaven, or hell? Only the sea gulls in their high, lonely circuits may tell. —Michael R. Burch, after Glaucus Passerby, Tell the Spartans we lie Lifeless at Thermopylae: Dead at their...

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Lecherous Luther was wont to grope He ceased to function at the end of a rope! Here lies Cletus as stiff as a board He slipped on the ice and busted his gourd! Here rests our dear Ruby who failed to duck She was beaned on her noggin by a hockey puck! Egbert the boxer took a fatal jab to the...

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Are you ready for a few laughs you can have in your bathes while reading their epitaphs. Now I have to write I. Jim Horn...

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PANED REFLECTIONS Here lies the glazier, Peter Lee His wife is shattered, naturally! LAST NIGHTS ON THE TILES Alas poor Joe, I knew him well He fixed my roof before he fell! SNAKE IN THE GRASS Here lie the bones of Jones the vet Inside his boa constrictor pet! HE KNEW HIS STUFF Ted, taxidermist, here doth lie He stuffed himself with too much...

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My eyes swept over the epitaph tracing letter and syllable like a finger on braille with each read the lines smudged it all became a hazy blur the message struck my eye with a blinding glare I fumbled on my keyboard keys a blindness setting in like Pharaoh's plague my knuckles freezing and fingers numbing I slipped into a trance as memories convoluted Your...

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Cecil the Magician knew a heap of tricks, But, alas, couldn't get himself out of this fix! Carl was laid to rest for his eternal snooze, Brought about by guzzling too much booze! Pete was a rock-hard liberal Democrat. Lord, be merciful and forgive him for that! 'Twas well-known that Cletus was such a crooked politician, That he had to be screwed...

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