Funerary Poems - Poems about Funerary

...My soul’s confession knows no ordinary penance—nor knows, nor feels, another mind the nebulating sorrows therein maligned—. I doubt my own can judge the cemetery of bygone thoughts, dead dreams......

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...Written: September 24, 2023 _____________________________________________________________ In the dawn-like haze—a shriek was heard, An echo so shrewd, yet birdless, oddly slurred I......

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...The soul reaps its rewards as it is compromised as tomorrow never dies. A faded glory... Souls linger on, in either heaven nor Hell only Purgatory. Futures are left undone, never won ......

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...Her first name was Evelyn And her lived life Lovelyn … A not easily won bread But many gladly fed Including those that fled, As strictness was The Head For long years others led, Often pic......

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...Am I the only one, the only one left to carry this cross through these wasted lands, these blasted glass riddled sands. This cross of madness. Leagues I have traveled... Long have I forged......

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...Precious one lift’d & cocoon’d in a funerary shroud. Mer- men and ladies, about, in the sky’s ebb and flow. The fertile fountain’s full of penny stars behind clouds. Rubbing chin and m......

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...Museums are quiet except For crackling parquet floors, Wooden squares, a game board: Checkers or maybe chess Of various right angle, grain striations. Parallel to paintings in oil, red lines ......

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...I found John today. John died yesterday. I read of John today. I vibrate now to his pinch. Somewhere by a poisoned river a dead man was born... Somewhere by a noisy airfield a pre-writ ob......

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...Yes, I remember the day very well, I left my cave in Cumaea for the palace of Palatine, the sun was sullen behind a veil of volcanic cloud, Tarquin, the final king of the Etruscan Romans was hand......

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...While transient clouds ripple in streaks Below a heap of perfumed blooms prances , While fireflies wheel through evening, mellow… Just then, rainfall blows Like a funerary gush of ......

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...BLACK,RED and GOLD Location---SOMEWHERE IN KÖNIGSBERG 1945 APRIL 9 Scene---A Dying German Agent/A Soldier`s thoughts/reflections just before death On this periphery of life Let blue jeans of......

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...Pull up the anchor one last time Then thrust my oar into the foamy brine Often have I churned with arms that burned My home became a darkened speck Resting upon the horizon's deck I'll cast my ......

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...Pale orb the bleary wake incites Pallid streams procession ignites Twilight's caravan gives last beams flight Deep browns, oranges funerary pyre light Glare from Day's spent hours moon's spawning ray......

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...Under cover of darkness two glowing eyes in awareness of all its cruel foes that appears where ever it goes. An untuned carniverous orchestra sings funerary songs as Death stings, suddently, ......

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...The first cut of roses are in bloom and I will see them soon, very soon. They float in a bowl of Arctic ice-flow; regarded highly by the local Wal-Mart feng shui masters. ......

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