Funeral Free Verse Poems

Construction workers, fishermen,
hands broadened,
reddened cracks in the wintertime,
teachers, office workers,
a standing cashier feels aging
in her legs,
careers extended.
Can it be just a few more years til
they...

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The devil dances in your eyes
Whispering sweet nothings and lies
It's only a shame your gaze
Can no longer see past the malaise
That corrupts your brain
And fills...

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Letter of the past,
Now a treasured piece,
Letter of gone years,
Now a keepsake.

She wrote it to show her love,
She wrote it to tell me how proud...

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Time continues to slip past.
Like a river, a never-ending stream of micro seconds passing by.
You can't slow it down.
You can't halt it.
No matter how much...

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It is a poet who sings
It's a writer who tells
His stories.

It is an author who expresses himself
He is a speaker of the highest esteems
Who review...

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I dread closing my eyes 

Because when I do,

The sane, real world around me dissolves

Replaced instead by an inner monster 

Rising up from the deep...

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"Auric Obsidian - The Face Clean Behind the Gun"


You drew me into your new world, 
the corridors of your mind 
fitted me perfectly imperfect 
into...

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 "God sent neither a philosopher or a general,
but a savior with the power to forgive."

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There is a grave with no name
That stands lonelier still.
It has no flowers nor despairing mourners
And the grass grows thick and bushy,
For this grave is...

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Uncooked grains of rice caked our apartment.
Dug themselves into my pliable plantar aspect
I welcomed you from the bottom of my being,
Into my soul,
A friend that...

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I am cold and I drive myself away
From a grave made of clay
With yellow-colored edges,
And the earth as its lid.
	
I am cursed to accept myself...
A...

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We are going to dig to bury our dead:
Mother, father, sisters and brothers,
Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers.
We are going to inter our dead:
Archbishop, pastors, Houngans...

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A perfect triangle
As he stood in the shadow
Of the dead eye windows of his home
His face alway up
Stars or cries of cloud
his theatre
The sounds that...

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One man attends the funeral 
for a slain police officer,
murdered while simply doing his job, 
a routine traffic stop, for Christ sake!
The other man attends...

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Take my mom to heaven, do it for me, so that one day I will find her there, waiting for me.

Take my mom to heaven,...

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