Eulogy Poems | Examples of Eulogy Poetry

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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Have you read the note? It speaks of the doom of the liquid element. An inclement weather, grey, and with the fuss of a bleached lightning, Besieges the tick of the clock. Must have been a bland Sunday, which retreated From the temerity of old wine, Haunted by the lonesome refrains of exhausted hymns. The belfry yawned loosely.... But quiet crept in like...

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USPS 2010 : Mother Teresa 100 Anniversary Overcoming many ups and downs, pacing the pious path God paved for her, Mary Teresa born in Albania became Mother Teresa in Calcutta. Tormented by the agony of the destitute she brought them to her home, to where she felt they should be, for everybody in her eyes is born equal. She heard...

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In Biafra, when we drank from the tilting cusps of dank leaves and washed with the spittle of cassava, the sun scorched like hell. Añuruedoahu*, the oasis of war, like worldly cowrie, stagnant, yet devoid of rural fetish, calmed our nerves and built in the altar of our souls hopes of answered prayers. *A mysterious stream in the poet's village....

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You made up your mind to view the world With different eyes —eyes recessed, eyes inundated with lustre, Straining to catch every flight of the dancing seasons that hurled Man and beast beyond frontiers with baluster. You are the town-crier of our time, delivering messages printed on...

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Better than the best by Adejola Joseph Better than the best. Lyrically incomposable Infatuations of idealist Permutations of scientist Schools of thoughts of the psychologist Variant opinions of mathematicians Part of speech of grammarians Miracles of the clergies I am better than the best Better than the best....

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I was born and raised in my house, which isn’t home. At heart, I am from the orange brick house in Westridge Farms Where I never even lived There, the pawprints I stamped on the driveway may have long since washed away But I still left my mark Even if it was just in the eyes of the horses that...

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I've made up my mind going to clean out the attic today leaving nothing but cobwebs behind... photos of people without names car seats -chrome tables - baby rattle snakes dented pots and pans a guitar slouches in the corner without hands dreaming of chords never woven songs never molded from clay. It's all just ex-rated anyways it's all just excess anyway. Things of...

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He was a man who knew how to knock out another man. Against amateurs, there was just no match for him. 4 years of tough man competitions, he walked away with the title everytime.   I worked with him for over 10 years and had many talks about boxing. He told me about how he got to spar Tyson...

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Dreams were shattered like glass shards, As innocent lives were pushed into the jaws of death. Some doctors, engineers, accountants, and bards, Extinguished were the candles of their breath. A wife was on her way to meet her spouse, While the daughters and sons aspired to study abroad, Alas! Fate destroyed someone's beautiful house, As the passengers were destined to embark...

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A eulogy for the me I had to kill to survive She lay in a casket I was the killer But was it really me? When the world gripped her hand and told her to kill her blackness She stared in a mirror Full of sadness Knowing she would kill her last bit of innocence So did I...

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When we say goodbye, Time will not stand still. Life moves on as it always has, Forsaking my own will. Don’t try to feel sad— I’ll know it’s all a lie. You didn’t love me while alive; Don’t pretend to care when I die. I was a burden to so many, In my youth and old age. I’d rather go out quietly Than force a false...

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They called it a seat, but it was a cradle of fire— metal-wrapped, bolted shut, no window, just the hum of wires and the memory of old Moscow snow still clinging to your pads. They fed you well and fastened you in with practiced hands that trembled only later. You blinked once— trusting, calm— a good girl ascending where no stray should go. The capsule ticked like a settling house— soft clicks...

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There's a place without walls. For those who swear that they are floors. and oh how they die like a flowers bloom they lie so still in forgotten tombs (It's not to late to care) Oh how I miss the lunar gloom back when stars filled the sky with forgotten tunes. Come and take my hand don't be afraid. here are all...

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I tend to get lost back at the beginning, such a beautiful end. I don't need to be in love I can just pretend. I walk open handed on endless beaches leavening shallow footprints for someone to find. My imagination runs wild on the winds of maybe. I get lost in forever skies, leading me away. never wanting to find the...

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