Short Cremate Poems
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Cremate my soulless body
and collect my ashes in a black urn
Take my flakes of cinder
and free them into the calm Pacific
Let my spirit flow toward peace
and embrace the waves of eternity.
Your eyes boil
with hatred
flames intense
with heat
aimed at my
flesh to
cremate my
existence. Hands
carry daggers
with sharp
edges hoping
to penetrate
the heart that
was once yours.
My tears of
sorrow will
dowse the
flames that
cannot reach
my titanium
heart that will
break your
fingers
A lifeless life
dawns through my eyes…
with nothing but wrongs
and no birds in flight
the trees are bare
the wind is zilch
there’s a common wisp in the air
that makes the
oceans lie flat
grass won’t grow
diamonds are coal.
Amber is the dust
of the crust
where the gold
dies and cries…
Fires cremate
but won’t create…
Fables are fibs
and absence…
is our new…
Light.
When I die
I want no stone
To tie me to…
A particular time and place on Earth
I want not my flesh and bones
To wither away nor record kept
Of my passing or my birth
Cremate My mortal vessel
And let be forgotten
Both my good deeds
(And my sins!)
Set me free!
Let my legacy be
No more than fond memories
And commit my ashes
…To the whimsical winds…
The descent starts
with a dance, of tears and fire.
A culture of lids
lowers the salt, the silver,
the gems.
Antithesis to cremate
a golden ascent.
The night long vigil had a
naked puff.
It will roll now in stasis.
The ash will take over the tongue
for a big lie. Faith healers stand
in a row. The empty hands
were getting a burial.
The toeless path will ride the
wheels now. Beyond the blue sky
there is no death.
Satish Verma
The descent starts
with a dance, of tears and fire.
A culture of lids
lowers the salt, the silver,
the gems.
Antithesis to cremate
a golden ascent.
The night long vigil had a
naked puff.
It will roll now in stasis.
The ash will take over the tongue
for a big lie. Faith healers stand
in a row. The empty hands
were getting a burial.
The toeless path will ride the
wheels now. Beyond the blue sky
there is no death.
Satish Verma
its clear
that im tired of the crap i hear
im near
but before i go
i want u to noe
u guys are the show
you guys are my inspiration
wat makes me to fall asleep wit desperation
i want to cross the nation
now ive figured i dont wanna die
i just wanna cry
of joy and sigh of sadness
becuz i didnt reach my goal
hopefully i do before i lose my soul
and they cremate me to coal
so farewell
i give my last smell
life was really swell
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