Short Funeral Song Poems

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Funeral Song

her lips quiver
without making a sound...
funeral song



© kashinath karmakar 2012
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Placement:1st ;(March 2012)

Contest:Strictly a Stickler for Strictness (haiku)

Sponsor:Charles Henderson
© Kash Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku


Blind Goddes

child fed on the sap of rotting wounds
body, bones clad in thin black skin
opaque eyes,pearly beads on
dead nearve-string.
mind maddened by hunger 
bursts pearly fish-eyeballs
into floods of stale tears,
as worm-infersted faty thighs
squeek funeral song.
lulaby for another sick featus.

The Funeral Song

On top of the mountain lived a king
He banned the village from song
They wondered why their king was sad
The people would cry to no avail
They hoped and prayed it wouldn't last long
And soon they'd sing his funeral song
The king was only an empty shell
For singing was all they ever had
Tho they knew their king was wrong 
He never let his people sing






To get the rhyme read it first line then last and so on
© Larry Belt  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

The Pianist

They were invincible
whenever they’re onstage:
piano on the lead
with violin
as his accompaniment.

They toured the cities,
the parks as well;
soft harmonies they played
that all, including men
went envying them—

violin had felt betrayal
from her own bow.
It snapped her strings;
made it sever—
leaving piano out of tune.

Despite his downfall,
piano persisted performing
on stage, but alone—
playing his wife’s
funeral song.

Hamarttan

IT CAME PEEPING HOT

PRELUDED WILDLY BY MAD WINDS FROM THE NORTH

         WHICH BEAT AROUND THE EARTH,

SINGING THEIR FUNERAL SONG, BRINGING DEATH. 

 

             AND CATTLE STIR 'WAKE

FOR PASTURE FADES AWAY, KILLED BY THE QUAKE;

         HEAR! WEEPING CHILDREN-

EMPTY BOWLS IN HAND AND ENERGIES DRAINED.

 

            THE WINDS COME AGAIN,

CLOUDS OF DUST SIGHING AWAKE! OH CAIN!

      "WHERE ARE GONE THE RAINS?"

I DIMLY HEARD IN BED, FEVERED HOT,IN PAIN.
© NGT NGT  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Elegy


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