Postmortem Poems - Poems about Postmortem

The morning breaks with chatter everywhere and dignitaries making speeches over the air, I have heard a familiar voice that I know and I was shock to know that she was part of the show. I have not seen or heard of her for twenty years and all of a sudden I heard that he...

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You were too late I'm no longer a classmate You're debating to donate Or leave me to deteriorate Strongly articulated and voiceless Crumble my mental fortress Delved into the depths of fortis and rigor mortis I don't understand where the lack of thought is You were too late Now its nothing to debate Postmortem in your hand Now you're new to analysand There's one difference, you can't...

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You wore your neuroses Like badges of Honor: A Non-Apology creature, - Like certain Candidates I know - Never a trip to the Vet's; I valued the flesh of my arms too much - Never outside; Except to eat grass Throw up inside, Despite it all, A life stubbornly lived Into profound old age; Most spent asleep. - This is your legacy; of which I'm sure you...

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Gilded pols with verbal jousts disarm With statistical ballasts constituents charm On opponents deceptive feints, sound the alarm Scout for votes in city, dale, and farm Broker deals that bolster their position Deceptive adds initiate their political inquisition Bribe voters of every walk and station Recount votes with cunning derision Conveniently forget every token promise Accept all gratuities without malice With honey and wine, fill...

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Your Postmortem excommunication of the acorn cut down in its prime was like hurling obsidian from a glass castle Your sharp words that you intended to separate my pulp from the rind Was no more than an editorial with no reference to time Just a flicker of his flashlight has left me blind Low attendance due to hassle Snuffing...

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No smile in sight, to break one for once would be to err in social graces, So for the sake of keeping grace solemnity will hold sway of our faces, A walk turns to drudge, conversation to drawl, All faces are ashen & silence for all, It's forced, I know this, I scream in my head, This nonsensical downtrodden respect...

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How fickle the electoral wind! only yesterday a sure winner but now a picture of despair. Experience means nothing, rhetorical prowess is best, more like elocution contest. Lack of substance is alright, just talk and you are made or end up politically dead....

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