Short Eulogize Poems
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Pen me when I’m down
Open my heart when I’m heart-broken
Eulogize my creativity when I spit words of wisdom
Mention me to generations yet to be born because I’m a legacy
Eulogize
Not with somber tone
Allow some fun to come out
Let the memory be one of youth
So, remember as happy
Leave us not to cry
In mourning
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In the dead hours of black mourning
street lamps halo drizzled rain
silence deafens senseless senses
too early in the game
Missing man formation creases
bleached white skies
contrails streak dirty grey
stygian wings eulogize
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fly away home
Summer morning dew
Morning dew fall in summer
on etiolated plants
They eulogize the sprinkle rain
for the blessing he
pore upon them, for he makes
them to stand straight.
He save them from being engulfed by
Yesterday's sun and
enhances them
for another bright day
I feel gifted.
Many tools I received at birth.
Many more I have gained
As I’ve meandered on this earth
Why do I feel this gives me a license
To think I’m better than most
But still I do,
This is my curse
Since this started a long time ago
I think it’s time, to eulogize my ego.
a real Alleluia
In a heavenly atmosphere
ecclesiastical manner
an angelic sound
a loud joyful eulogize
applaud
aloud
a ceaseless praise
glory
the amen's mood
a prayerful proclamation
acclaimation
spuritual tribute
faith leads
hope rules
love commands.
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Oh moon!
in night you stroll
amidst stars,
a silhouette a day,
why?
Oh moon!
to eulogize, an exemplar!
in night, a guide!
albeit this honour,
a form a day!
why?
night, if you’ve gone astray,
no joy for us,
oh moon!
form, beside the point,
come unfailingly,
to entertain us!
come lastingly.
Love philosophizes:
I will eulogize obstruction
I will displace your obstruction
You and I are one. Frugally: - “Who can be this one” Squealing! - “The free seller”. The seller is fled and I know his place, disguises and winks, there in the lane’s backside birds bid streams for dryness.
Love me with no pocket
Though I muse on those pockets you own.
Her Parted Soul
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She hoped that just a precious few
would catch her when she stumbled,
to lift her from her broken knees
when so her spirit crumbled.
But precious few were off at play.
They did not hear her cry;
and in the end as she went down
the Hope within her died.
Hope's fellows, Faith and Charity,
lay too within her grave,
as precious few will eulogize
a soul they did not save.
I can be serious
furtive, mysterious
Or sunny funny playful
as I pen a whole sleigh-full
Spin long narrative yarns
of lovers in each other's arms
Adorations to celestial beauty
of skies' myriad charms
I can write a song
cut it short, extend it long
Or swiftly drum up a dance
Create a gypsy in a trance
Compose a 'Bravo!' to a friend
Or eulogize life's other end
Plumb the depths of hearts and minds
Treasures of words, uniquely mine...