Short Cremate Poems

Cremate Not Hesitate

We did and did wait
Want someone who will cremate
Then can celebrate....

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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....

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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...

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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....

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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…

...

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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...

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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...

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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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