Funeral Pyre Poems - Poems about Funeral Pyre

Living in the creek’s dark caverns, he was content with his homestead. His dwelling place had been foretold by fairytales on nights so cold. A promise of the things to come were all that kept the fires fed. Living in the creek side village, things were over simplified her place was clear within the clan to bind her with this...

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Fire swiftly releases and A soul flies free on its course; The journey to afterlife, Needs no vehicles....

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Slow burning funeral pyre Whose flame burns with desire Smoke clouds obscuring the sky high Things I left as I was too shy What remains for me in the end Broken dreams not a friend Resting, pleading hopes of romance But at the time I didn’t learn the dance. © Paul Warren Poetry...

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Everyone cheered as the fire was lit And innocent laughter surrounded the Guy’s pyre; As crackling flames engulfed the stuffed figure sitting on top of it, A hedgehog hibernating below, in the heaped dead leaves and briar, Did not survive the children’s bonfire. Guy – an effigy of Guy Fawkes burnt on 5th November...

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funeral pyre from the virgin flat plains soared a modern funeral pyre that stood so high it could be seen miles away with the naked eye whose dense black smoke released into the pure blue sky that day the last drawn breath of many waddling padded foot babies like the silver blade from a heavy ancient sword slaying the life of an innocent white fleece...

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