Short Cremation Poems
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Into the flames,turned into ash,tempreture rising,no looking back...Gone in a second,a goodbye,a tear,death is a warm welcome,with nothing to fear...
I cremated you
In scorching flames of passion
His blaze a consuming fire
Now only ashes
I have no tears left to cry
The kind wind bears you away
Eileen Manassian Ghali
After Crime
After Crime was a cremation
Happening after a situation
When a child was killed
Whose life was not fulfilled
May never find an explanation.
Jim Horn
Wrap-me-up in a sheet, dig a hole, dump me in!
Let me fertilize a tree, would that be a sin?
Don't want no one cryin' over a shell of me...
Let me turn back to earth and rot naturally!
I have yet to write a poem about a toothbrush
or toothpaste or cremation or zinc
One thing I am sure of, however, and that is
if I do, I shall have merely wasted a little more ink
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.
Buried in the ashes
of life’s cremation
Human effort smolders
but embers await
Tomorrow today
today gone forever
Forever rekindled
—the smokescreen of fate
(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)
.
it
is a
condition
of my will that
popcorn is inserted
into my body cavities
soon after my
death
.
that
will make
my cremation
a bit more interesting
to say the
least
.
We can't go back,
you poured pain like gushing rain,
we can't go back, with broken trust.
We can't go back, your arrogance stand like fortress.
We can't go back after cremation,
nothing to go back to.
Form:
within the burning castle
in vibrant joy I stand alone
unable to quite understand
why close ones fate bemoan
at the cremation ground
the aghori sings a hymn
behold the light of his soul
it never ever grows dim
Creation and destruction
Seeing the animation,
Intimidating cessation
Mankind’s foundation
Youthful fascination
Delivers elation and sedation
Yes even fixation
Even deep temptation
Sometimes cremation
Depending on location
Here lies the arsonist, Ash James -
Although, he would have chosen flames.
It amazed us, once, to see the grave of a notorious pyromaniac in a local grave
yard - I know that she would have certainly preferred cremation!
I'm strapped in a charred skin
Preview live cremation
The death of the sun star
To end all creation
I fire dance with the stars
Thabang Jan Ngoma
08-07-2015
#2--union with higher self
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest Name: MYSTIQUE
(Cremation in Kathmandu, 2009)
The longer I live
The more I think a life well lived
Is one that leaves you fully hollowed out,
Nothing left to grasp,
Nothing to be attached to
And thus ready
To go in peace and leave no trace.
I still have a ways to go.
(2/13/26)
on return from cremation - they dropped the urn with my ashes
shards punctured remains - I would have the last laugh at my farewell
memories down the drain - at least I knew where I was going
21st May 2020
Let the Pens Flow - Sijo Poetry contest
Sponsor Jenish Somadas
Lying in the street
Bleeding to death
Pleading for life
Not any Medicare
Or Inquiry
Offender at large,
No burial or cremation
An innumerable number of tires
Run over the dead body
Justice is beyond the reach
Of the loved ones
The life of every animal matters,
be the motto of the motorists.
Do we have someone around us
A guide thru life's tough times
Maybe someone to take us away
As we lose the pain forever and a day.
Is there a tunnel with a white light
That when we go, it's astoundingly bright
Is it the end, can there be another round
Maybe it's just cremation, or buried in the ground.
Listen to poem:
Tell me, mother
what did the fire
whisper to you
as it wrapped your frail body
in its flaming blanket
as it caressed your cheeks
and clenched your hands
as it kissed your eyelids
the way I tenderly used to
closing those deep oceans of love
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
collaboration with Chandana Ramachandran
I've thought it over carefully.
Evaporate. That's my choice.
No funeral; no oddly posed corpse
arranged with great care in a wooden frame.
Not burial or cremation.
Just evaporation.
Like I was just a refreshing splash
of summer rain and the sun erased me.
I'll live in your memories.
I promise you'll live in mine.
I witness both
The emergence of silence
And, its dilution in action
I go to sea side
After tide, I feel
The shore is gripped by silence
Often I noticed for a few minutes
Silence grips the street
After a dead body is carried for cremation
You know
Each time I try to draw an image of silence
I fail
As in you, I find something more appealing
A bundle of action…
Lay me down in open skies
Put the pennies on my eyes
Wrapped in my suit and tie of gray
Say a couple words of grace
Toss the earth upon my face
And let's call it another day
Endless time is all I've got
As I decompose and rot
It's a horrid situation
As I leave you all behind
The one thing that comes to mind
Should have asked them for cremation
That the truth to what I am writing is bare
Is a fact you will determine when you find the missing piece.
This eulogy is long overdue.
Then again, even you reading this yet to be told story,
Even you have words for my corpse then.
Nonetheless I would not want controversies during my cremation
So I will tell it in writing…………………...
Only read my eulogy when the time comes.
I stand here all alone
For our justice’s been dethroned
Waiting for my trial
Which is more in truth my exile
I know there's no justice here
For it is that truth I fear
The judges here corrupt
No way to resurrect
What's now a fallen nation
That is now planning my cremation
Or rather a public execution
For this is their solution
To the problems caused by me
And my views of liberty
A sign that casts the longest shadow
It reads works sets you free
Nether a politians prejudice
or a capitalists pay packet
these will not set you free
The cremation chimmney
will still burn bright
Whether a life cut short
by genocide or work
theres no escape
for you and me
the language of persecution
Knows no borders
colour nor religon
Arbeit macht frei
Arbeit sieht dich tot
OF LIFE AND DEATH TODAY: A 5-7-5-7-7-7-5-7-5-7 FLOW
(Apropos Of An Ironic Juxtaposed Reality)
Ironically,
it’s cheaper to live than die:
Save, self-cremation:-
Even then, you must pay for
The ashes to be cleaned up:-
And don’t forget, the family
Is charged to pay off all debts
That you may have left behind:-
Ironically,
We are born to live and die,
Life, being cheaper:
Funerals are expensive!