Eulogies Poems - Poems about Eulogies

If being pretty were a crime, you’d already be behind the bars Because angels look at their reflection and wish they had your smile And I’m not sentimental, but to you I must confess: I’ve waited ages to find someone whose beauty can compare If my poems were eulogies, you’d be nothing short of dead Because not romanticizing you...

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Ancient Greek and Roman Epigrams I Wall, we're astonished that you haven't collapsed, since you're holding up verses so prolapsed! Ancient Roman graffiti, translation by Michael R. Burch You begrudge men your virginity? Why? To what purpose? You will find no one to embrace you in the grave. The joys of love are for the living. But in Acheron, dear virgin, we shall all...

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Live on Facebook I post rubbish To caress the spook Who dares to finish The sleep I lose In the wee hours of nights Disturbed by the booze I swill in my fights Against strictures Society calls taboos In lampoon literatures That scorn the tattoos Adorning my arms My torso, my neck Without the qualms Society spots in a speck Akin to a storm in the teacup Society perceives in the freedom I...

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You listen to the eulogies Describing someone’s life, With focus on the happy times But little on the strife… The anecdotes to make us laugh And nod our heads – that’s him! The picture boards depicting shots When he was young and slim. To capture who a person was Once death has staked his claim Is like watching reruns of the highlights Of a tennis...

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FOR EULOGIES UPON EULOGIES FOR MURDERED SONS… No eulogy can change the present or the past, Neither charter the course of the future; Nor coming resurrection. No commentary can ease lingering pain Nor the dejection of piercing grief. For the widow and motherless, Is there no shame? What a mockery of free at last: The confined grave, the only place...

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At funerals, we listen as The anecdotes are shared. Some speakers prattle off the cuff While others are prepared. The congregation laughs when tales Embody the deceased. Those chortles let the tears subside As tension is released. As relatives and friends reflect, Each listener may wonder, What stories will be told of me When I’ll be six feet under? A life that lasted decades Leaves a void, to...

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George Carlin Stand-up guy Hippie-dippy FM, AM, banned words, silly putty Booze, pain-pills, expedited heart failure untimely loss bright void left empty still By: Nancy Jones For entry into Michael Falitico's "Smiles and Frowns" contest...

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Certain it is to be at steady aim at any time at any place the dead mans eternal race Shock the barstool take the shots given by the winged sculptures who gawk from the pughes A pecking order in the house of flocks Not important enough for dirt decomposition of the minds eye comes last Anatomy has no hidden agenda just a set of character traits...

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those men of conscience of whom where great we rare give tribute till them be late...

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