Science Funeral Poems | Examples
These Science Funeral poems are examples of Funeral poems about Science. These are the best examples of Funeral Science poems written by international poets.
WINTERS HOUSE
Black, bare in despair
alone to nowhere
On a corner crossroads to everywhere
Sits a house half-forgotten
a house full of itself and memories
Dark and Bright in a place out of time
Out of sight, silent and rare.
Haunted with this and that
winter covers
its eves,
only bones of rats
Broken dolls, toys after a wars drone
Sits and fights the aftermath
Coldwind drifts
Downy flakes of winter cover its lawn
A frozen frosting in white
Something floats
aloft adrift in a sea
of purity infinity,
its shingles are a miss
The wind is brisk
Something shutters sits still
Here in the middle of nowhere
In silence of graves
only Ravens rave of wars
Past victories won
Birth barely begun
lives lived out fast
And only the winters last
A winters house full of nothing and everything
Of fragments of memory,
furniture tattered, worn
Bits of cloth, torn
on drafts born cold wind scorns
Dishes cracked crazy in filigree
Photographs faded at last
Ferment of history
A winters House
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funeral, abuse, allegory, art, bereavement,
Don has a private room
A special room cyber room
Direct contact with intelligence agencies
Multiple cell phones whatsapp accounts
Indian european Nigerian numbers etc.
Note.Agencies have some special softwares to hack and crack.
Categories:
celebrity, class, funeral, games,
In the clock the man is Red.
Play on Deadly Sands for years...
Tick-tock: bloody bleak son's!
Tick-tock: Humanity is DEAD.
Wading into time’s
Tide, wiping off the grime
In the days of the black flood...
In seasons of deep crimson thunder...
Heads full of blue white fire burn...
The iron chrome that covers glass rocks
Cracks crazy fractures run!
Dirty clock's with broken chimes
Hides in dim memories of faded grimes
Jaded memories…
something plays.
Little lies are buried in violet crimes.
Sundials are jagged
Realities blood spilled
It washes from dry years
While souls
...wander through tick-tocks
...of ancient grandfather clocks!
Categories:
funeral, allusion, analogy, anger, art,
Glorified and sanctified
by all these tomes,
blessed and praised, exalted,
extolled and honored,
adored and lauded
in the name of these wondrous vintage books,
acclaimed
in the name of poetry and science fiction
and lost race adventures,
sorrows and consolations,
abundance and peace,
dreams and losses
and dreaming still in celestial libraries,
Amen.
Categories:
funeral, books, death of a
Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star
Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp
bones brittle snap within her clasp
A lonesome howl the moon does draw
vigil broken, it twists its maw
Upon an arena of endless stone
the granite gates they’ve passed alone
And entered a world of burning eyes
eluded the judge of smoldering cries
A faultless gait, no stumbled draw
a reaping brought by scythe and claw
Opal edge which shrouds a cause
aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws
Dictate a script, the stars can share
an open secret, a language bare
Steps continue, feet are drawn
across gray grass, undying pawn
Categories:
funeral, adventure, allusion, analogy, animal,
Look upon city once known by name,
ruins that I called home, streets swallowed by flame,
in time alive shell not witness less of what should you understand,
reach on to hand of a stranger, scroll remain;
in signs that might be changing welcome,
different of a man.
When dawn awakes and there is no light,
upon dusk of man darkness will be spread by sight,
in time not different change will arise, life we thought you knew,
death would recognize.
Hearts will bound to King without a Crown,
why do mothers shed tears, echo rooted in the ground,
is there reason of a foolish wars, contracts written in blood,
new born babies died breathless, can't even appreciate the Sun,
don't deserve to live, not worth of the land,
existence will be scattered in ashes,
you will be remembered
by name.
Categories:
funeral, adventure, dark, death, dream,
From a three-sided angle
Astrological purpose is unmangled
Triangle on top
Square on the bottom
Bright halo around God
Our tears fill His bottle
A Pyramid is a monument to death
A Tabernacle of wealth
Which comes into effect
When there's no longer breath
Is it mourning or celebration in stealth
Beyond Technology
Architectural prophecy
Geometrical philosophy
The place where Kings and Queens lay
Buried on a sun-disk
Dedicated to Day
The final form to decay
Hands form this shape
When they're positioned to pray.
Categories:
funeral, allegory, art, black african
darker than raindrops
mushroom cloud blooming purple....
I can see my bones
Categories:
death, funeral, imagination, science,
standing at the edge of no more time
I see the bottom of the grave
it looks, of mud and cold without no rest in place
malted ice flakes dancing in snow-ish rain
i will not move
no i can not move
fear has taken over me
how cold
how sad
i do not know how to fight
this demon, who is not a demon
but the DEVIL him self
he has a head
with eyes and ears
who do not get caught
for They Are Many
and i am only one
trust no one....
is not just a saying
but a truth to live by
for they know the price of blood
and will sell out all who get in their way
"My name is Legion, for we are many"
"Nomen mihi Legio est, quia multi sumus"(In Latin)
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business, death, funeral, health,