Obituary Poems | Examples of Obituary Poetry

You asked me a question without saying a word. Could I ever love again? I couldn't find the answer. should I ever want to? The words that escaped my mouth. then you asked them to show you things you already knew to be true. So I obliged. No deflections or misconceptions to...

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I can feel it crawling underneath, underneath my skin today. Why should I even care now? its murder in the first degree. You, you're not the person i thought you claimed to be. why should i even care now? Its murder in the first degree. Now i can hear it calling for me. From the land of makebelive. why do...

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Standing here by the shore Far beyond my long gaze I see the earth and sky closer My memory turns into quiet sea That reflects through generations Every thoughts I have is all For everyone I dearly love whom Like dew on grass - pure, sincere And filled with light but now long gone Time slows down to let me whisper To my ancestors in...

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O! Same place, same time morning chill and cracks of sun curled in dark doorway her shape, her pulse same line Same doorway she calls her home ‘tween supplements west and bath bombs east colours waft and mingle, stenches wrap early morning baking under all Breathing rasping cocoon of red cloth silent breaths thru curved teeth flicking thoughts, cloudlike slip ear to ear passing dreams, rapid cut,...

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~ PALATIAL ESTATES ~ ponies… waterfalls… rainbows… ... pickleball... wrecked... all ...

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I stumbled across the notice today, A name familiar from back in the day. A high school face, blurred by time’s gray brush, Yet his story recalled, stirring thought’s hush. Achievements listed, milestones carved in stone, A life in bullet points, a legacy alone. Still, beyond the words, the essence remained, A question lingered—how will mine be framed? I traced other obituaries, lives...

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Doomsday’s dismal dawn, in the deep distance, Is our dusk, the diadem of decadence; Daunting and depthless, a dark and doleful dirge Deems this dungeon of demons due for death...

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Gladys T. Smith was never happy or joyful about anything. Her life was full of drugs, needles, anger and hate. All three of her children wrote this obituary for the woman. The devil, who was our mother. She was not kind to a neighbor, stranger or pet. She used the belt when she could, chasing off anyone decent. We grew up...

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Our childhood home in old Monroe Is now home to someone I do not know I knocked once but was left standing Alone and waiting on the patio Like when we waited for Dad many years ago My family sold it when they up and moved away Under some spell or hopeful for a change Sometimes people...

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The Last Words "Sorry, sorry, sorry..." You said, The remaining coherence As you struggled on your bed It didn't right away sink in my head, Absolute courage was my preference Not knowing your own preference Glowing away in your exhausted eyes, You didn't have to apologize... But did you expect me to let go? Nothingness. Emptiness. Silence. All rolled together—pain and sorrow, A thread was cut to...

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Together brothers... Our boxers, George and Ali, Now with Jack, Joe, and Others: All who fought for you and me; Claiming our world liberty:- P.S.: To God Be Te Glory......

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And through the coursing, swirling nights, Go they the way of trilobites. ...

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And for my last will & testament to a life concluded at the hands of the cruel poison that is time, I solemnly swear that a life poised to mean nothing shall not only bear such barren nakedness but will also birth a new age of emptiness while inheriting all of seclusion. While these last...

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When we arrived in a new world after crossing the sea. We were all seeking independence and an opportunity. Families would find it challenging, making it rough. With a lot of hard work, it would provide enough. The intention of this progress was to add more. Not just more for those who are money's whore. The patriots understood social contracts...

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