Mourners Poems - Poems about Mourners

Laid still mourners pass, surpasses Time moves let subs pendant closed passes Subjoin the beauty instilled blurred by glasses To be resurrected renewed in the ever lasted 12/16/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024© ...

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The frosty men of Company mine two thousand and sixty-three Were way ahead in futuristic thinking than the likes of me. They decided to disguise themselves in photos on the wall. I remember seeing the first one in 1985, a gentle fall. They were wearing frog heads, formed out of paper Mache’ It made them look debonair, fanciful, and...

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The Color of Lightning David J Walker After the funeral With the solo sung and hung in the confines of the chapel Staining the main pictographs windows of Forgotten sins and saints The flowers were claimed by blind and lame mourners whose aim it was to sell them on the once busy downtown street corners Where only the ghosts and mourners of well-dressed...

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How are you doing? I say OK. But OK is not an answer. It tells them Nothing. I want to tell them Nothing. It is none of their damned business. I actually don’t know how I am doing. I’m OK damn it!...

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My mama died My papa to God bless those who mourn Come here Dry them tears God says He will comfort you My best friend dead I'll see him again I'm a hurt and torn God blesses those who mourn Joy will come... will come in the morning and those hurts and tears shall go away 3/31/20 Written words...

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Bawling, blubbering yowling, howling crying for a day... Weeping, wailing, whimpering sympathy for pay Relatives nonexistent? No one left to care? Snivels, sobs, tears to shed sorrowful sordid wares ghoulishly, greedily auctioning despair...

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The great mourners on earth listen; You suffer stress mourning, in fashion For the dead who died happily and those who died by choice Good input but think again next time What will you change with tears? The eternal timetable is set for all What changes will you make crying? The heavens look down on you Wondering why tears roll off eyes Angels are...

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Trump Mourners Horn Haiku They are Trump mourners He has backed them in a corner While bothering her. He called Hillary a bigot. Can you imagine. Jim Horn...

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poverty of the spirits n of the movements pride leads to anger and revenge mind of a winter music in the sound of the wind emptiness elevates to grace mourning on th- e fall will be c- omfoted...

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The gamblers and the mourners Explore the vagaries of fate, The expediency of life Dangling in the capitol rotunda Like a hanged man His hair standing on end, His boots in the air. Write, sing, boo, Do what you will Never mind the outcome. Words are cheap, they said, But they knew better. The price was dust-- Gold dust, that is-- By the ounce. Enough. Enough. Swinging from that bough, Rope...

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Do not mourn me, farewell to all from your father, mother, sister, brother, friend, aunt, uncle and all… Our father Christ has called, so mourn me not, it is all in vain… Do not call me to your side, for I can not come, my course has run and my days are spent… Go home my friends and...

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Young Mourners say goodbye to family members that they never knew or briefly met, bewildered and wondering why they were separated by death, Experiencing life as if it were a movie already begun, Some are perennially filled with grief and disbelief, reminiscing how they could go on with puzzles of their lives missing, while living in a fish bowl....

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In the bevy of beauty She strode with carriage and courage Gazers overwhelmed Critics clamoured Now, Mourners mourning As they gather round her past This noon she stood there vertical Tonight she lay horizontal Her pride and beauty encase In the meaninglessness of life Head dropping Tears tiring Hope hopping 'Dirt to dirt 'hallowed the priest 'Emptiness of human in the human cosmos ' echoed the mourners....

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All clowns do have a trick to give a laugh although their hearts are sick, Upon their faces gleaming grins are glued with miles of smiles all hued, And lofty laughter's just their frozen forte from books of circus' sort. And mourners whimper, wail and weep although their tears are fast asleep, And when the tears are found, the...

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