Angel Funeral Poems

It has been a little scary
And I'm just a wee bit wary
Going on without your love
Now your an angel up above
Taken away from me so...

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Whoever you are death will come, whether you are king, or simply scum. Wherever you go, death will follow, on Earth or Mars or even...

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God in the gloaming,
splits the violet horizon with lightning.
An assembly of angels of every nation and
tongue,
they're lifting coffins of great numbers of
war dead-
both military and...

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"Do not stand by my grave and weep", they said.
Here's something she would have said instead.
"Hey, smile, all of your smiles are beautiful."
Hers was more...

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My mind drowns in the sound of rain
Trying to focus, clouded with pain.

One step at a time, I follow the procession
Despite what's to come I've...

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Words never said

I remember the day we moved away
but I still had a lot to say.
Even though I knew I was oceans away
and would probably...

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To my Sweet  Grandma

Thy love, thy sacred smiling face
I cant forget till final breath 
Thy beauteous eyes, thy charming smile 
Thou are goddess of...

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The Untold Story

The flashing headlights intensely illuminated the gloomy faces of the sweetgum tree
The tears fell from the sky like God's Shower , constant and...

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*NOBODY MAKES IT OUT ALIVE*


Many nights won't witness the next day
Many days won't sleep the next night
The next hour could be in the  morgue...

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Great sorrow felt.
That judgement thou dealt. 
Selfish and blinded.
Unbridled.
Nature divided.
Absolutely required. 
Discarded as folly.
Parried as play.
Honor and pride.
Mother beholden....

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Pages of your book
By Michelle Morris
09/09/2022

The snowflakes come down 
Like a flurry of white hope
Upon the grave that we stand around
The ground silent like our...

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If there were visiting hours in heaven I'd always be there I'd never miss one.Even if I had to stay on this side of the...

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

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Ashes and Thirst

Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes. 
We have all heard this many times... before. 
But how truly large, or small can...

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