Funeral Poems | Examples of Funeral Poetry

It was a funeral for myself And I still haven't buried her yet The sky opened up and released its anger Rained down in grief and sadness The only other witness to her multiple deaths The world built her to break It was too late to save her For she was now unrecognisable In a casket crafted from pain...

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I know a funeral when I walk into one I can tell between a funeral and a burial They are two entirely different artworks One is done on grand canvas, with drunken strokes Of sashaying brush and bleeding paints; The other is done on mere sand, with foot and hand, Forming sandcastles built by toddlers. I know too well because I have...

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We will not say that she is dead. We have never said that she is dead. We will never say that she is dead. We’ll say she’s in heaven We will say she passed away We tell the children she went to God’s house And became an angel on the way. We say she’s gone We say she died But none...

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Once, they claimed to hold the torch, To light the world with truth and reason. But the West’s media empire— Was born not in truth, But in treason. From BBC’s royal scripts, To CNN’s manicured myths, From Fox’s fury-laced fables, To NBC’s polished distortions— They were trained, not to inform, But to perform For the empire's applause. Every lens tilted, Every headline coded, Every silence calculated— To shape the world In...

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His days he spent pleasantly as befit his soft upbringing running the family business counting the money pouring in leaving the real work to his brother ...

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Get too close and i tend to push away Come real close and ill be prayin that you stay ion fk with these hos from them i breakaway my phone look like a funeral all these dead bod-ays contact name the tombstone revisit text like a grave walk thru the cemetery alone wish some of them stayed where they are is unknown some of them...

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My shadow is no more Inside my eyes are cold life has no light dark trees shape my night famous fear of immortality no sight for love whispers of the voices asking to not give up those whispers get more quiet with time my life is dishonoring God I am hollow inside I am alone no peace remains for me this world is an eternal nightmare...

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I am from sitting in the front row church pew I never wanted to be in twice. The genuine smiles in the photos on the memory board were oh-so-different from The ones we plastered on at the American Legion and the Irish pub There we gulped bottomless Shirley Temples and spent twenty dollars on darts. All to distract ourselves...

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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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The scars they don't see Are the ones filled with the most painful memories The ones you don't have to touch for them to hurt Our bodies are permanent scars A reminder of what was once ours Now the use to start wars They made it our prison of skin and bones Condemning us to a life where silence...

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When death is spoken the word clings to the skin like a heart, once broken not knowing how or when when death comes to call the tears feel like the wind stilling the spirit of us all wondering how we’ve sinned? When death is on the mind there is a feeling of such confusion might our time - life just rewind was it all just a...

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A flag draped box on titanium stand Bears all that remains of a noble man A father’s pride, a mother’s grief A widow’s tears without relief A son whose memories begin to fade As the soldier is solemnly laid The torment a brief eternity Brought by war infernally Driven by other men’s desires We raise yet more funeral pyres And watch again our young men...

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A silver bird departs, the sky serene, Yet morning’s promise shatters in a breath; Ash falls where laughter and bright hopes had been, A city mourns the sudden hand of death. In distant hills, a traveler’s path grows cold, A journey meant for dreams, now left undone; The news arrives—too heavy to be told— A vanished step, a race that’s never run. Where...

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Beware the lion that walks in silence. He roars not in markets, nor chants in parades— He sharpens his claws beneath the rubble, And his vengeance waits in plain sight. O Israel, Do not live in yesterday's trumpet. David slew Goliath, yes— But not every stone shall fly again. The soil of Persia is ancient and proud, It has buried empires and baptized invaders. The...

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The night came with horrors Children of Palestine, those whose youth came to an end at bomb blast. Names forgotten on a trigger of a gun, WHOSE sons will never see the sun? Children of Gaza who ran after drones thinking they are toys Sounds of terror leaving limbs scattered like graffiti on burnt walls. children of Yemen, whose smiles faced...

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