Obituary Poems | Examples of Obituary Poetry

Doctors and morticians do not exactly work in opposition. The first do their best to keep you living; the second do likewise but not breathing. ...

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a curtal sonnet Each obituary I read is mine; husband, wife, son and daughter abide where the records of their lives do still exist; motality belongs to time's design, stitching out each minute without prayer, and you are simply helpless to resist the imagination of the Weavers~ when will Atropos become the slayer, and with her sharpened scissors give a twist, putting all your...

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In gratitude for mercy, I softly tread, For all that we cherished, the words left unsaid. Comforted by knowing you held me so dear, Our laughter still echoes, though you're no longer here. As I sit in reflection, the memories flow, The weight of your absence, a heavy undertow. Yet in sorrow, I find strength, a promise divine, That one day in...

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Life has an odd habit of making you miss old street curbs and stop signs. The street I miss the most, though, has to be the cross street between the crab apple orchard and my friend Jacksons house. Something about that place felt infinite. And something about sometimes friends feels greater than sometimes. Would I go...

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Prolonged offal bout courtesy constipation... redux revisited Upteenth instance where yours truly experienced assault upon hindquarters. A worse hellish fate than perdition and the closest in the throes of agonizing death scene rendition stabbing sphincter muscle spasms wrench yours truly analogous to contortionist, who presents convincing torturous scenario even absent primal screams readers or eavesdroppers envisioning his twisting and writhing as if body frankly...

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Within a circle of emerald peaks Where memories stretch a million miles long Whistled through bright black plumes and golden streaks Wherever life exists, it sings a song Blessed Kaua'i, where the 'o'o reside Lonesome haven for that endemic race A frail and fertile ground for doom to ride Pestilence brought forth extinction's embrace Those wooden whales passed on a host of beasts Cats...

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Silence is the absence of energy No vibration, movement, or synergy Nature muted, physics frozen Molecular loss of motion Stillness, cessation, yet more Peaceful quiet we adore Or the calm before the storm A meditation to perform Tranquility without a note No rhythm or tempo to denote Without melody or harmony A sad musical larceny No instrument, no voice to sing No string to pluck or bell to...

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Shes been called home A mother a grandmother a great grandmother Shes been cleanse of all the pain The sky has gained a bright star A light like no other She was the oldest and some may say the wisest She took care of all she loved An angel like no other With a pressence no one will ever forget Kind hearted and gracious She...

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when i was a kid i used to draw a blue line near the top of the paper that was supposed to be the sky it started off being thicker in some places than in others but as the time passed i started to add clouds and draw inside the lines the older i got,  the more realistic the sky became then...

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Just how long does a steaming lobster sob? How terribly do boiling limbs and guts burn? Like a million simultaneous cuts? When does its sweltering heart cease to throb? On who’s authority do humans rob that creature of its life? Have we the rights? —the rights to cook a living being? Nights, (countless), have I questioned this brutish...

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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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