Funerals Poems - Poems about Funerals

How many funerals of ones self can someone have before there is nothing left Don't answer It's rhetorical anyway Funeral number 1 A piece of her hair A symbol of when they would stop and stare At her hair When they would make her life a living nightmare Until she became too aware Until It became too much to bear Until she silenced...

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two families with different viewpoints same loss same grieving...

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Young people don't understand funerals...

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The next time a natural disaster strikes…whether it be a tsunami or hurricane from the oceans, a flood from the rivers…or a tornado from the skies notice how, all over the world, you see the same sadness… the same sorrow, the same tears in everybody’s eyes. And when we kill each other because of our differences… our different countries,...

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Last goodbye given to your loved ones by family and friends-the beginning of a new and different life after death...

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Look out you might see them scuttling down your street patting the neighbour’s dog nodding to people they meet They lurk on hospital corridors wearing their black shiny shoes then scour obituary columns for all their latest news They follow people on stretchers to sickbeds, funerals, and wakes asking for extra cups of tea turning their nose up at cake They might just take an interest, if...

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Time to pay respects enjoy stories of their past while eating good food...

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Must we cry at funerals? Or might we stand there motionless- Clutching fists or hands at rest Between the mourning generals Must we drown our eyes in tears? Or might we simply look away- Weigh the rain another day And feign to hear some hollowed cheers Must we hide a torrid cry? Or might we hold a paper piece- Hear a sermon shushed by peace And...

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We should whisper our prayers tonight before we go to bed tonight our souls shall slumber onto the brink of eternity in God’s home filled with his many mansions tomorrow morning is coming time to plan our burial our hollowed bones and mundane flesh will be incinerated into a rubble of floured ashes diffused into the bowels of the ocean’s depths the residue of...

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It’s both a bitter funeral for freedom and the birth of new crime....

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We don't discuss death Civilized folk use funeral parlors Funeral at home? Why on earth We're good, clean entrepreneurs The next generation never learn How death is life, too, recycling Part of life, why fear it, discern God gives us children to go on living...

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For crying out loud, the flowers are gorgeous, Fresh, happy, young, alive, and vivacious. Regrettably, we, humans, cut their lives short, From time to time, from events to events. For God’s sake, let the flowers live like the monuments, Let them enjoy a long life, like the statues in the court. Almost every event, like birthdays, weddings and...

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with the corona virus upon us I am bracing to hear the news that so and so has died I reflect back on all the people in my life that I have already lost part of being older is that you lose people close to you along the way I lost my father due to cancer in 1985 and my sister due to a freak...

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Grandpa got a twenty-one gun salute. I shivered, knowing how much he hated guns After Viet Nam The last time he picked one up was in a jungle. Fifty years ago. They are playing taps now. Sad dirge sound. Grandpa liked Johnny Cash and Elvis Both would have been better at his funeral I glare at the soldiers playing taps. Why is this so sad?...

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White Weddings and Wet Funerals Final When I was young, And the world crisp, Through the crystalline cold Of November Morning At the parade And we were all caught in the sacred gear grit, Grinding motion Of life in abundance, Pushing crowds out of bounds It was always Thursday morning and the...

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