Short Day Of The Dead Poems
Short Day Of The Dead Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Day Of The Dead by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Day Of The Dead by length and keyword.
Holiday
Day of the Dead
candy skull on table
child licks it...
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Categories:
day of the dead, child, holiday,
Form:
Haiku
Day of the Dead
violins play me
onyx death saves parades me
celebrating life...
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Categories:
day of the dead, appreciation, bereavement, celebration, death,
Form:
Senryu
An Insect's Life
first freeze of winter
to insects, “day of the dead”
cycle completed...
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Categories:
day of the dead, death, insect, weather, winter,
Form:
Haiku
Day of Death
first freeze of winter
to insects, “Day of the Dead”
cycle completed
...
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day of the dead, death, humor, insect, nature, weather, winter,
Form:
Haiku
Remember the Day
Day of the dead
Oh what a fest
It's the best
You get dressed
There is no need to be despressed...
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Categories:
day of the dead, community,
Form:
I do not know?
Dia De Muertos
Day of the Dead
has come to town
as bright parades
go up and down.
How very odd
to celebrate
our most final
date with fate.
11/6/17...
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Categories:
day of the dead, death, international,
Form:
Rhyme
Day of the Dead
The Day of the Dead down Mexico way,
Spirits are saved. Food and dancing are gay!
Skeleton shaped toys,
For all girls and boys,
Tasty sugar skulls are the hit of the day!...
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Categories:
day of the dead, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th
Form:
Limerick
Day If the Dead
The day of the dead
Our ancestors
Needs to be feared
Sadly they
Been eating lead
Oh well as long
As they are feed
It's only them
Who has wept
So whose up set
Only them
For they are dead....
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Categories:
day of the dead, character, community, corruption, death, depression,
Form:
I do not know?
Day of the Dead
walking in the city
to watch the sparkle lights
looking at graffiti
the murals on site
people outside having parties
celebrating through the night
its the day of the dead
partying all through the night...
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Categories:
day of the dead, adventure, music, song,
Form:
Lyric
Hallow Orleans Eve
the day of the dead
jazz cannibal festival
good food for the soul
eat much more music
drink from a skull cup holder
savor the flavor
celebrate all life
the end is musical bones
then into the crypt...
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Categories:
day of the dead, adventure, appreciation,
Form:
Haiku
Day of the Dead
i do bleed
i do
As when life is
fighting to
bruise me
i do bleed
i do
AND
i express
m y s e l f
in a slow
unraveling roll
of energetic
stress /and\
i love you
forever &
always.
:: 02-09-2017 ::...
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Categories:
day of the dead, poems, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
day of the dead mushroom tree
Day of the dead mushroom tree
Around and around skulls looked at me
I feel their spirits have gone off to play
And yet they still creep me out today
Three skulls drawn on by a skilled hand
I hear the remnants of a mariachi band.
Day of the dead mushroom tree
Do not send grim reaper after me....
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Categories:
day of the dead, november,
Form:
Rhyme
Day of the Dead Honors
November first, day of the dead
Full of traditions, honoring the fallen
We light a red candle at sunset
Lay a table of food for the deceased
Eat sugar skulls, signifying bringing dead to life within ourselves
Masks and signs are paraded in a festival’s procession
Celebrating the cycle of life and death
November first, day of the dead...
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Categories:
day of the dead, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Dia De Los Muertos
Day of the Dead?
Is it something he said?
America misled.
Deceived at the top,
Easy to eavesdrop.
Lies all around
Our confusion compound.
Shall the truth be found?
Made in USA:
Undercover foray.
Everyone has their say.
RIP Native Son.
Trump's reign is done.
Our country has won.
Send him off on the run.
Janece Terry
November 1, 2019...
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Categories:
day of the dead, political, satire,
Form:
Acrostic
When I Die Make My Statue Tall
Margaurita was always called challengingly short.
In the afterliife I will be tall, she would retort.
When I die, make my day-of-the-dead statue tall, she said.
Give me a scary toothy face, and a huge, oversized head.
We made this woman's statue twelve foot tall.
Her face was long, she was no longer small.
Do you think she knows? We asked each other.
Honoring the best we could, our sainted grandmother....
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Categories:
day of the dead, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Will She Return on Day of the Dead
My great great grandmother could not wait.
Day of the Dead was two weeks away.
She visited me on the 16th of October.
I was sworn to secrecy, but they knew.
Because I somehow knew how to do things
That only she knew how to do
Because she showed me
Her ways, and they recognized them
Will she return on the Day of the Dead?
They asked me as if I am the expert.
I do not know, I told them, frightened.
I was only four, making sugar skulls....
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Categories:
day of the dead, november,
Form:
Blank verse
enjoying day of the dead
Aha, it is Day of the Dead, November first.
The goblins, ghouls and witches run to quench their thirst.
Running to Mexico for another big night
Eating sugared skulls, quelching their appetite.
Wiley wicked warlocks and witches are arriving, high up in the sky.
The festival is magic, everyone is devouring potatoes and pie.
The demons are traveling through the city, stealing unsuspecting souls.
Having another wonderful night is truly one of our fantastical goals....
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Categories:
day of the dead, november,
Form:
Rhyme
Making Every Image Count
Man I've got to slow it all down take another route...
Walking past this blink dispel, time heart's dotage her
Brightest star amid the skies these, nocturnal nighttides ?
Johnny jump up his bluish purple rush hour russet's, diamond eyes
Denying their proteges defeatist provenance ? Where wicked was, a clinging
Touch gyroscopes day of the dead piece, de resistance: falling at His feet weeping
She and phantasmagoria's end this summer; Lord, be love's harvest ? Aureole's vanguard....
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Categories:
day of the dead, baby, love,
Form:
I do not know?
All Hallows Eve
Such eager fingers, from skeletal hands
Glowing eyeballs scan parched lands
Howling winds that scrape the sky
Bat-ish chatter as on they fly
Pumpkins glow to mark the way
For spirits seek to rise and play
Shady windows hide wicked smiles
Black cats prowl with patient guile
Stalking wolves find willing game
Witches cackle ‘round rising flame
Thunder cracks and lightning gleams
Day of the Dead, it’s Halloween!
-Dedicated to my Mother, Halloween Queen and loving friend....
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Categories:
day of the dead, holidayhalloween,
Form:
Couplet