Sea Funeral Poems | Examples
These Sea Funeral poems are examples of Funeral poems about Sea. These are the best examples of Funeral Sea poems written by international poets.
The ocean
Gave a gift to me
A coin for passage
Across the sea
To pay the ferryman
Should I need to cross
To light the lanterns
So I won't
Get lost
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 machine guns and shrapnel
In the forgotten stain of crushed mosquito on a trigger, blood of the innocent forgotten like oil spills at sea.
broken mothers in search of missing body parts,
even a finger will comfort their tears.
Children of collapsed cities are orphans for a way to go home is death.
The ground beneath innocent soles are graves, play grounds are possible gravesites, children of wounded fathers are missing siblings who will never be found.
NO search part, nothing just ruin and rabble.
children of war, I have seen your smiles with flowers in your hands
BUT received flowers on your unmarked grave, its sad.
on a ship wandering on seas
a sea of peoples seeking for peace
i asked them,
"if the ship went down, which flower should they use at my funeral?"
he said lotus
but i said lavender
she said peony
but i said sunflower
out of the crowd someone screamed out,
"use a bouquet"
i asked "why?"
he rephrased it and said
"idiot they all mean recovery and peace"
In the silence of a summer thought,
Blessed by the quiet
Who is cold and distraught…
Grief steals the colors of sea and hope
Revealing gray hue
Broken hearts – can we cope?....
In the silence of a wind’s soft breath,
A million tears
Caressing what’s left after her death….
Sorrow chants of a longing, a yearning
Despair in the rain,
Pouring darkness, endlessly turning….
In the silence of autumn’s trembling heat,
Melancholic, shadow’s defeat
Blowing away the hesitant heartbeat….
Like love, who knows what it is to believe
She is gone now,
Her death a hard blow, how we grieve?...
In silence, the tears so softly flow
Remembering her, her light
Gentle and warm, her heart’s glow….
Where will we go when we want see
The song of her life,
Fading into the night – but, oh she’s free…
In the silence, singing like the birds
Soundless, still…
Her story written with no words…
We will always miss the heart of gold
The love, the beautiful soul
Who blessed us so – will we ever be consoled?
Like a dog
With a sandpaper throat
A cough like a bark
And the mood of a scrote
Just tossing and turning
With no comfortable spot
A nose like a tap
Simply dripping with snot
I sweat like a pig
Whatever that means
And I fart like I live
On a diet of beans
I don't mean to be crude
But I don't really care
Keep your sympathy close
With you lozenges, spare
Just lock me away
I just want to submerge
In a sea of self-pity
And a song like a dirge
All my charm has escaped
You can probably tell
So, dear friends, you can love me
When I'm perky and well..
Heaven Bound
Going home to the golden world.
Angels sing for their heavenly king.
Peace is where you seek its birth.
Love is everywhere.
People smile and rebel on life.
Pain is lost in the sea.
Life has passed, but happiness reigns.
Love is everywhere.
Going home to the golden world,
from this corruption and sin.
Through the golden gates at last,
where love is everywhere.
Our leadership has been anguished
Our society is malnourished
We are presented with a cup-full of disease
Our hopes have been turned a decease
Our night has turned sour
By the gunshots of leaders of ours
Our youthful senility
Has been substituted for grey hairs' agility
Our cry for help is like a shout in a deep sea
They cannot speak, hear nor see
They can't acknowledge it 'cause they are too blind, deaf and dumb
To our plight, they went numb
I put no trust in future of today
For my hope is lost in the abysmal of yesterday
Maybe, just maybe, thy dear God will have mercy and make their minds mature
For I retire in bright future.
Moon
rises
early to
watch the Sun die
Dropped into the sea!
Mocking gold light
comes to life
in the
waves
You have always been here
Through tears I cried you have been here
Through prayers at night
You have always been here
Were I struggled to fight
You have always been here
Leaving early to talk to me
You have been here
Pouring your ashes in the sea
You have always been here
Congratulations you tell me spiritually
You have always been here
My mother dear
I made it
You been here!
Who says the world is free.
Come I will show you the bodies hanging on the maple tree.
Who says the world is free.
Come i will show you the bodies hanging on the apple tree.
Who says the world is free.
Come I will show you how they go around on a killing spree.
Who says the world is free.
Come i will show you the blood flowing like a sea.
Who says the world is free.
The freedom here has got a fee.
#Kashmir
Sometimes the Dead
by Michael R. Burch
Sometimes we catch them out of the corners of our eyes—
the pale dead.
After they have fled
the gourds of their bodies, like escaping fragrances they rise.
Once they have become a cloud’s mist, sometimes like the rain
they descend;
they appear, sometimes silver like laughter,
to gladden the hearts of men.
Sometimes like a pale gray fog, they drift
unencumbered, yet lumbrously,
as if over the sea
there was the lightest vapor even Atlas could not lift.
Sometimes they haunt our dreams like forgotten melodies
only half-remembered.
Though they lie dismembered
in black catacombs, sepulchers and dismal graves; though they have committed felonies,
yet they are us. Someday soon we will meet them in the graveyard dust
blood-engorged, but never sated
since Cain slew Abel.
Until we become them, O, let us steadfastly forget them, even as we know our children must.
Comfort and Joy
The graveyard is a little morning rain for the day
if you have time
let go and get back to the house
and let go of your own way
and come over for the rest of your life
go back home and let go of the way
you do things
Go far away and escape
from the way things have always been
It’s so much more than the way you can understand and imagine
what it would be like to see what a great thing to be doing good things
and then you get to see it again
and then again
you soon have to be consumed by your thoughts and the joy of the silence of your mind
Some way some how
Everyone must go away and hide in a secret place
For a secret time
We cry
With a little
Tear in our eyes and the sky cries from the clouds and the rain come on a day of sunshine and sunshine in a sea of crocodiles
Embracing one another for the love of love
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
11/08/19
I need a woman who doesn't mind being alone.
Not into quail eggs but doesn't mind eating crow.
Does her own thing and is not one bit clingy.
A little bit tart but never saccharine sweet.
Slightly off the drumbeat is just fine with me.
A velvety pianist is what I don't need.
Call me a pig but I don't like them fat.
For fat could mean an unabashed gasser.
or a big yawner in the sack.
I need a lean black leather panther.
or a rhinestone studded wildcat-
She has to be witty, but I run far away from too silly.
She must live for poetry, more than she lives for me.
Likes rolling in stones and riding led zeppelins.
Slow dancing on the dark side of the moon.
she'll ride pink flamingos, just shy of the loon.
She'll fall in love with Van Gogh's fields of crows,
Salvador's melting clocks and twisting, spiral stairs.
She'll scavenge blue sea glass and musical snow globes.
Gently knead my jagged darkness into double rainbows.
Most importantly, she must make a vow to outlive me,
because at funerals I become a cracked, unwinding time piece.
Bury Me
Bury me by the Ocean
Bury me out at Sea
Bury me in a beauty spot
Where the sun always shines on me
Bury me deep in Bluebell Wood
Bury me in fields of Clover
Bury me in sacred ground
With a rainbow arching over
But please;
Don’t bury me upside down
Or bury me upon my head
Don’t bury me with my socks left on
and please make sure I’m dead
Written 27th July 2018
Entered for July contest sponsored by Broken Wings
Grandpa joined the Royal Navy as a cadet,
he adored life on the cerulean sea.
Often we’d talk until midnight,
his sapphire eyes twinkled as he told me tales about ‘The Celeste’
I’d see photos of places he’d visited -
Malta and Honolulu were his favourites.
I was bereft when Grandpa died
Sprays of lavender, heliotrope, and iris adorned his coffin
After the funeral Dad gave me Grandma’s aquamarine and sapphire pendant
which I wear daily.
I really miss Grandpa.
FICTION WRITE
80 words and 13 shades of blue are in this poem
Brevity in Blue Contest
Sponsored by Dale Gregory Cozart
submitted to any poem written in July 2018 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart a k a Broken Wings
7/14/18