Short Epitaph Poems
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Here lies Paddy, as usual impeccably dressed
Let us all hope St Peter is suitably impressed
4/14/19
Here lies our dear old Rumpelstiltskin,
Wearing nothing but his foolish grin.
04/16/19
Here lies what's left of Melvin Slater,
who tried to ride an alligator.
written 11th April for Jesse's epitaph contest
you are not here you have risen so rest. . .
2/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
Spring of lotus births
Summer of forest flowers
Fall of colored warriors
Winter of lamentations
Seasons of tragic dance
I loved, I laughed, I cried
I felt the ocean, watched the sky
I'm happy on The Other Side
Because I live, I did not die.
In smithereens
Like scattered shards of glass
Cold as winter snow
Frozen like ice
Date written and posted: 04/29/2018
repost inspired by Lewis contest
my
oh My-
human rights
perpetual
cry-
where
oh where-
did duties
invisible,
die ?
My next door neighbour
was killed in a gas explosion.
On his tombstone
it simply said.
Rest in pieces
long time dead.
Here lies Beatrice Lily Croff
Died from a terminal cough.
Written March 19, 2022
[enough already!]
Here lies my body well rested;
The day is done and so am I.
And might I say that God is sly;
Tis not the rest I requested.
I came to this world as Flinthead and departed as Openbill
I was a Wall Street Stork Broker
His wry epitaphs
gave us many laughs
Now Milt has returned
heaven's court, adjourned
~ R.I.P. Xmas, 2022 ~
Good-bye sweet ecstacy
Farewell to kisses that betrayed!
I was not wise as thought to be,
My heart would not behave.
Cynthia
Here lies what's left of Knobby Clark;
he didn't hear them shouting, 'Shark!'
written 13th September for Jesse's epitaph contest
We're asleep in this graveyard
We can't hear you pout
So please leave your flowers
And get the hell out
I had hoped for angels
But in earth I will stay
For my husband died first
And he scared them away
Here lies Cornelius Nash
He died amid the Wall Street Crash
No longer being a millionaire
He stepped off the tower, into thin air
How are the Lilies of the Field
Above without Heat of the Night
A Raisin in the Sun shall brew
To Sir, with Love...A Patch of Blue
I've been whining for years
And I know you'll agree
That it's now safe to say
It sucks ... to be me
Here lie the ashes of Freddie Croaker
He’d always been a lifelong smoker!
Inspired by Contest
4/12/19
Why is it that much of the time. Maybe most of the time. Those with the most to say of importance are listened to the very least. Why?
One Diego Armando Maradona
in epitaph we today honour
by a hand of God & the dribble found fame
in a world cup of the beautiful game
I need to pick a money tree
But had no clue where it could be
So you in the sky
Tell everyone why
You made the quest too hard for me
The maternal/paternal instincts are the other side of the coin of the erotic/sexual instinct.If you corrupt one. one corrupts the other.