Eulogies Poems - Poems about Eulogies

...No pearls of wisdom awaits No greetings at pearly gates No angel's wings or golden things Nor judgement that seals our fates No eulogies will be read No memories of the dead No blin......Read the rest...

...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 a......Read the rest...

...We read of so and so and her sad ending, wince perhaps, as if time had just run out. of its burning house. Sadness is an acknowledgement. that we knew all along that the world would swallow e......Read the rest...

...Are we testing open waters? I never should have stationed there We were not prepared Through the shame and sacrifice, I was getting there All we know is shelter, Survival, Yet we were u......Read the rest...

...The church is fully empty now No living soul here remains The dust lingers in the air Refracting light through window panes Faded murals still etch the walls The paint is cracked and peeling ......Read the rest...

...It stood where it always had; the top slightly worn and bowed like the man who had hewn it from the ancient gnarly Oak he’d chanced upon in the woods. It bears on its ancient top photographs ......Read the rest...

...There was a twenty minute lull Before the paramedics arrived to Remove Greatgrand Dad's corpse. When the paramedics Arrived they examed Greatgrand And confirmed the family's dread. Damian a......Read the rest...

...Funerals are sad I know But be happy on mine So that I can sleep peacefully Six feet under the sign, A fine cut stone piece sign Above my grave That says a beautiful name My mother gave, ......Read the rest...

...The living to themselves gossip attract, but at death eulogies mitigate lies. Love and care from he who breathes is withdrawn, but his slumber does attract parties. Fake mourners with feigned t......Read the rest...

...In my deaf and time-closeted pockets unpack pockets, string bags hang under the closed eyes of all-seeing watchers. Eulogies for the living are etched on wet lips and kitchen towels. Owls as ......Read the rest...

...Poetry and Words Comes in so many a different form All depends and depending on who it is written by What the particular subject or topic is And what it's initial and final intentions......Read the rest...

...The Art of Being Empty I was baptized in the TV light of The Biggest Loser and worshipped a version of myself that I believed could go forty days without eating, like Jesus. I packed my l......Read the rest...

...While the sun set While at rest, the hay is lay, Write me beautiful songs and poems fill my corridors with plaudits While you can, knock at my door and with me share the good ......Read the rest...

...Apparitions of buried memories exhumed with rash eulogies Arouse dried up tears that ever fail to cleanse the robe of guilt Arraigning again before the partial jury of tormenting thoughts Kaleid......Read the rest...

...Bedbound, your mind still poked through the morphine haze to register a world which had shrunk to a hospice room with Dad dying with you in a bed a few untaken steps away. You had wither......Read the rest...