Funeral Sea Poems | Examples
These Funeral Sea poems are examples of Sea poems about Funeral. These are the best examples of Sea Funeral poems written by international poets.
How did the sea become a crime?
How did its blue become a bruise on the face of history?
How did the verdure turn into red wrath,
breathing fire into burned hearts,
leaving behind it a black, frosty funeral?
How did the tree become a Fury?
Her strands of fire
strewn above the dew and tranquil mounts
Furious fire and melted iron
Lava and blood-red ink
Pumping out of the wounded bosom of the earth
Bubbling up like the foam of death
To carve an unprecedented story;
A story of a dying profound pain, reborn
In the same womb, at the same moment
Growing as rapidly as the pulsating heart of a child in terror
Lost in the land of infinite wars.
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My land, a flickering ember
Once giving light and warmth;
The other, singeing our hearts;
Do you choose to be a beacon in the dark,
or to blow up in our faces like a blind flame of wrath?
Are you destined to turn into ash
disarrayed by the wind?
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People might claim that the earth is not for all
But the heavens are inevitably for all
The living, the dead, the imprisoned
Happy, grieving, immersed in prayer,
For the heavens are in the hands of God the just
Never to be touched by human slaves
In a world which I birthed at the back of my brain
it is neither night nor day
beginnings and endings blended
in a perpetual purgatory of purple citrus sky
simultaneously sunrise and twilight
no twinkling stars upon which to waste wishes
and the sea I have never seen
is still and as smooth as crystal
There are no reminders of music
black birds soaring above sing no songs
Corpses crawl along sidewalks strewn with funeral flowers
clouds of incense disguising the scent of decay
desiccated flesh falling away from bone in the acrid air
until they are but skeletons held together by sinew
digging their bony digits into the cracks in the concrete
leaving white lines like a child drawing with chalk
collapsing with a clatter into disarticulated heaps
dissolving into dust whisked away by the west wind
Revenants of discarded dreams
once my dearest, faithful friends
I was forced to finally strangle in self defense
due to their intransigence.
Watching the horizons
as the waves crash…
The sun dies its elegant death
of golden blood
upon the distant shores.
It washes jade green and aquamarine
upon creations seam, the edge of the earth.
Sand cools under tired feet
Head held low
A cry high overhead rises
into the sky on silhouetted Wings.
Watching wonders of wraiths
and washing wishes away…
Along the leviathans streams.
A splash in elegant Crimson and golden light
The Blood of a dying sun, seeps into the sea…
as a finger traces the ancient chambers
of the mystic nautilus.
Moon
rises
early to
watch the Sun die
Dropped into the sea!
Mocking gold light
comes to life
in the
waves
I never learned to dance, with humans or wolves;
But my cousin Jammie Ray could dance the night away.
And I would never for once consider 'running with the bulls'.
At my uncle's funeral, I did enjoy 'the releasing of the doves'.
And I really do miss walks alone the Pacific, watching sea gulls.
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I traversed to the sea once again
I’ve gone down to the sea
To let the rolling waves renew me
As they crash like a metronome
Marking time for the slowest funeral dirge composed
All a part of the therapy I suppose
I sit and listen feeling alive and at peace
The waves continue lapping the shore
Their music doth my soul restore
The magic doesn’t lie within the sea or sand
But rather in the mind of me the man
The Sun sets in spectacular fashion
It’s as if it’s the only time it’s happened
For I now in the moment be
Eyes transfixed on shimmering seas
I will traverse to the sea once again
I’ll go down to the sea
You should come with me
(This does have some internal rhyme)
In the fall of ninety one
a November morn had just begun
as harbor bells rang loud and echoed
all around sad Gloucester town.
Lost within a perfect storm as
ill winds stirred the teaming sea,
never to return to shore,
instead to God's eternity.
The Navy Hymn from St. Anne's swept 'til
harbor's silent shorelines wept as
each tossed flowers to the tide, like
souls they floated - gently gone
while lifted by the prayerful song
and
with last goodbyes inhaled the sea.
Scatter my ashes at Pemaquid Point,
Let the wind sail them home to the sea.
Cradle of life, be my cradle in death,
And set my spirit free.
Sun will warm the daylight hours;
The lighthouse illume the night;
Waves provide rhythm and gulls give voice---
Music to ease my flight.
Eternal rocks will form my tomb,
Sand my quilt shall be,
Protecting from shipwreck and raging storms,
And I’ll become one with the sea.
In the heart of some dark English city
Came a sight that turned everyone's head
When as if from some dream came a wonderful team
In a wild sea of Boro Red.
Through all of my life it's been with me
All the fears, all the tears that I've bled
It wont run it wont yield it's my comfort and shield
This wild sea of Boro Red
Now this is a beautiful color
When I've worn it I've laughed and I've cried
It was hewn from the iron men of legend
And its run through with passion and pride
And now my Red Lion days are closing
As I lie on my funeral bed
I can see once again all those magical men
In a wild sea of Boro Red.
Sorrow soon be gone, glory fill my eyes
Boro I was born and Boro I will die
Never stopped believing, I kept my spirits high
Boro I was born and Boro I will die.
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Pull up the anchor one last time
Then thrust my oar into the foamy brine
Often have I churned
with arms that burned
My home became a darkened speck
Resting upon the horizon's deck
I'll cast my net no more
For the far away shore
And I'll no longer dwell
Within Poseidon's swell
My calluses I've earned
For Siren's graces I've yearned
My eyes still watered and burned
The oars quicken as I churned
But I'll no longer cast my nets
To fill with inky regrets
I bid farewell to my family first
A salty sea to quench my thirst
Life's adventures have passed me by
Now in my funerary vessel I lie
And I'll cast my net no more
For the far away shore
With waves crashing to my feet repeat in timeless cavity;
Stranded through its idle pull in our ellaborate flames...
Shallow pools in its left over residue plain yet what to do?
Still,
Look to the sea...
Onto a far off distance after she would marry me
Let all evil now flee,
The turning of the dial in its exquisite source
Look to the sea,
A waves tumbling then what to believe
A grand fulfillment in what to achieve;
In long lines we will find,
A tollerance for truth yet one drop of a dime
In time we can come to a reason for while we are alive?
Look to the sea a reason to believe,
What have we achieved?
Our fallen economy collapsed at its seams!
Scream
Through the notion of laughter a tear drop fell
Amidst the excursion an inner swell
We look deep through the pyramids amidst its timeless cavity...
Look to the sea lest I refrain amidst a traverse glue hero's are game
A line drawn in the sand,
When will we ever understand?
With waves crashing to my feet repeat in timeless cavity;
Stranded through its idle pull in our ellaborate flames...
Shallow pools in its left over residue plain yet what to do?
Still,
Look to the sea...
Onto a far off distance after she would marry me
Let all evil now flee,
The turning of the dial in its exquisite source
Look to the sea,
A waves tumbling then what to believe
A grand fulfillment in what to achieve;
In long lines we will find,
A tollerance for truth yet one drop of a dime
In time we can come to a reason for while we are alive?
Look to the sea a reason to believe,
What have we achieved?
Our fallen economy collapsed at its seams!
Scream
Through the notion of laughter a tear drop fell
Amidst the excursion an inner swell
We look deep through the pyramids amidst its timeless cavity...
Look to the sea lest I refrain amidst a traverse glue hero's are game
A line drawn in the sand,
When will we ever understand?
The sea roars as it breathes
in and out, to rise, in the tides,
along the shores of all the seas
as one, moving where the moon guides.
Waters lapping the isles tiny beach,
gently touching her from beneath,
seeking the mountain out of reach,
among rocks like jagged teeth.
On the water little rafts float,
above the sacred, ancient beds.
Down, down they go with plunging stroke,
past the coral of blues and reds.
On the floor a searchers leg is hung.
Working they fail to set him free.
That night, a funeral song is sung
for the one who now breathes with the sea.
Sunset. Shadorma
Winter sun
On the coast of death
White coffins
In the bay
Hoisting sail for unknown seas
As darkness descends
I'm Always Around
by BJ Welsh
I'm not near, but I'm really not so far
If you look up I'll be the brightest star
Looking down upon God's project earth
Watching and waiting for a rebirth
When you speak I will always listen
My points will seem to shine and glisten
Giving you guidance when things seem tough
Steady now it may be rough
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away
I'm here for now and always will
Never escaping, did you feel that chill?
My spirit wind brushed by your side
Or the soft, gentle wave pushed by the sea tide
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away
You've given me hope and reason to breath
It's not yet time for me to leave
I'm that fluttering seagull upon the sands
Maybe I'm the reason for you to dance
When we meet again someday
Be it near or far away