Funeral Rain Poems | Examples
These Funeral Rain poems are examples of Rain poems about Funeral. These are the best examples of Rain Funeral poems written by international poets.
bring in the rain
her rocking chair was hushed,
the metric creaking ceased
and sprinkles fell gently
like a supple cotton blanket.
she no longer smiled.
her feeble hands were folded
while a sweet summer breeze
softly kissed her unyielding lips.
persistent raindrops fell
singing a final melody
to the old lady who waited
for the kiss of visiting angels.
her journey now complete,
the fragrance of roses
growing in a parched land
beckoned the angels
to bring in the rain.
tolbert
I am cold and I drive myself away
From a grave made of clay
With yellow-colored edges,
And the earth as its lid.
I am cursed to accept myself...
A ghost with eyes and bones,
I am walking weak among the graves
While crying out some words.
Like a field holds a scarecrow,
The cemetery holds me in its arms
To drive away from the sacred graves
The old women from the crosses.
The priest scolds me in distress
For wandering at night through the city
With just my linen shirt
And a candle like a thread.
I am guilty of my sad night
That weighs upon my non-existence...
I am a ghost created from the rain
That washed my grave away.
The sky is like a funeral pyre
In clouds above the night's on fire
My ears perceive the thunder's call
While angry raindrops fiercely fall
There's hailstones mixed within the rain
That's pelting now my window pane
And while the storm does slowly creep
It makes it hard for me to sleep
But thankfully the coming morn
At last a new day now is born
I cast my eyes up to the light
With not an angry cloud in sight
The Untold Story
The flashing headlights intensely illuminated the gloomy faces of the sweetgum tree
The tears fell from the sky like God's Shower , constant and cleansing
The troubled night shrouded the steady strolling figures like an unfulfilled corpse
The Killer parked his hesitant vehicle upon the eroded curbside
The indifferent priest discharged his shallow yet nessacery words upon the silhouetted congregation
"We are gathered today to mourn the death of Linda Whittington..."
The words were unclear due to the remorseful rain
Buffering the consolation like a badly tuned radio
Suddenly, an irrelevant relative broke out :
"She didn't deserve to die ...a moment of silence please"
The Killer smirked to himself
As the theatrical tears of distant relatives who arrived for the free food Conjoined with the Shower droplets
Headed towards the drainage
The Killer picked up a pair of sodden dandelions from the moist ground
And heard, staggeringly clearly , through the rain
"Thank you Magnus"
Magnus placed the now blood-stained
dandelions in the grave
And allowed himself to be encapsulated by the determined Darkness
~Whoever
Lost in a sea of pain
Lost to the doors of a Secret Night
Far, far from the shores
of hallow be thy name
searching for the Sacred Heart
across this scorched Plain
full of dark rains
each drop a moment of memory
Lost on the shores of my mind, sanity
My body roams this domain
across a dark divide
I cry, shiver and scream
For the loss of my humanity
Lost on these distance
shores of dark rains
Rain
I hear the pitter-patter of rain,
greedily savor the whiff of bathed Earth
and I see, yet again, that palace frozen in time
my home, far, far away.
The misty memories of a blissful past
lay interred in those walls of faded pink,
the heaving groan of the rusted gate sounds
as melodic as the chirp of the bulbul.
The rain smelt sweeter then, in those bygone days
when I'd hold my grandfather's large hand, and
my little feet would splash puddles all about.
How I feel sometimes, as if only yesterday
that large umbrella towered over me amid
the incessant drip-drop and that man's
booming laughter as we'd walk!
And it reminds me then, of that day,
embellished eternally in my mind,
when even that man, larger than life itself
was united with Earth's welcoming bosom.
It rained even then, upon the both of us,
and trickled down my moistened cheeks,
for there was no umbrella over my head.
Date: October 26, 2021
6th Place, Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest
January pouring
flower-adorned umbrella
during funeral
Written: September 25, 2021
The heavy rain was unforgiving with an air of forboding on this grey and miserable November day.
At the cemetery entrance the chapel bell tolled ten times to herald the arrival of the hearse.
On the bare trees and perched on their skeletal branches were three black ravens watching.
The black clad mourners and the six pallbearers carrying the ornate casket now made their way to the freshly dug open grave.
Written on 18th February 2020
After googling poe realised the lines were too long
so not for contest.
I walk outside in rain so drear,
Not one thing my heart holds as dear;
Drops of pain raining down my face
Washing hope from life and love erase.
I lift my eyes to depths of gray
And see a gleam, a sparkling ray.
I laugh inside, how can this be,
That God would mock a wretch like me.
And then I see a line of red
And then of green and violet.
My heart expands in wistful hope,
Perhaps I'll find a way to cope.
Then I recall a wise man said
Let not your soul, your heart go dead.
Life holds the way, look for the signs,
Love never dies; do not resign.
Yet seize the day, uplift your eyes.
The promise there, it rides the skies.
In times of grief so keenly felt
The hope of life is finely held.
10/02/2018
Inspired by Picture #5
Rain…
Pouring down from the skies…
Time for the funeral is near.
Rain, rain, rain…
More rain… devastating to those dear.
Family and friends gather,
Last prayers have been said.
Everyone departs very quickly in the rain,
They’re not the one who is dead.
Rain…
Silently drizzling…
At a funeral, an unwelcome guest.
On a day so full of tears,
Maybe, even the skies are mourning Earth’s
“best”.
Spring and Sharks.
It is spring nature is green and there are many
variations of verdant, fluffy, shining to sober
olive, with emerald and jade in between.
Yellow is not in to day except for the sun that
shines and rain which is clear as laughter of joy.
Yet I think of lemon sharks that reside in
the Caribbean Sea, they live in shallow water
give birth to little ones; sharks can be avoided
by not swimming in their sea.
There was a knock on my door, a man nicely
dressed, tried to sell me insurance, something
to do with paying for my funeral.
But spring is here and my thoughts are not
morbid. He left me with a brochure of the price
of coffins and the cost of flowers….
It is raining now, gentle rain good for potatoes
and beans, sharks belong to the sea and should
not going around knocking on people´s doors.
The beautiful girl that lives down the street
The one that has bruises from being beat.
Her heart is frail, she’s lost all hope,
Her moms new boyfriend hits her to cope.
She’s limping because this nasty man
Where her mother is is unknown
Her eyes are scared and full of fright
because she is afraid to be alone.
The bruises started yellowing.
She was in much pain.
The tears fell down her little face
And outside it began to rain.
At school she was a quiet one.
No one knew her name.
The teachers, they said nothing
Even though they saw her pain.
One day when we watched the news
a picture of a familiar face
I felt the tears build
With greatest sadness and despair
It said that she was killed.
Loud tears filled my home
As I thought of that little girl
Who now would never see
Her future in this world.
Blackness, a dark version of me, badness, negativity.
No matter how fast i run or were i run too your right behind me.
Even the brightest sun doesn’t destroy you, you only exist because of me.
All i know is when i face the darkness you disappear, but to only return when the sun rises.
Rain
the best thing about the rain is that no one can see my tears
in the rain you can hide your fears,
in the rain I can hide from my peers,
the best thing about rain is I have a excuse for not going out,
in the rain no one can see me in doubt,
in the rain i can pout
the best thing about rain is no one can hear my cries
in the rain I can hide my lies
in the rain I cant see your eyes
the best thing about rain is people don't call
in the rain no one can see you crawl
in the rain no one can see you fall
the best thing about the rain is it reminds me of you
standing in the rain I wish I knew,
standing in the rain I wish it wasn’t true