Short Funerals Poems
Short Funerals Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Funerals by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Funerals by length and keyword.
Fortunately
I’ve been to
a few more funerals
since I turned sixty.
Fortunately, none
of them have been mine.
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Form:
She says “I started having coffee at funerals”
as she wonders what is in that box...
coffee grounds to die for
11/23/2018
post-crash
four funerals
not my fault, mourners say
paralyzed by survivor's guilt
what now?
Yes you’re a bawdy quicksy girl,
Showing off sweet wrinkles and curl.
This is rather fine
Most of the time
But not at funerals, Grandma Merle!
Exquisite flower
Beautifies with dainty grace
The place when you stand
From weddings to funerals
Representing transitions
3-6-2016
“Be this lipstick on your collar, McNeer?”,
The question inside him struck fear
- But, a lie he’d not tell
- “ ‘T was ye sister, Belle …”
Funerals' tomorrow I hear.
if your beautiful breasts were stones
I would like to be stoned to death
and buried with full honors funerals
two feet deep between your thighs
may these words to be my tombstone
Writing limericks, humour wins hands down
But not at funerals, they cause lotsa nasty frowns
So be careful what you choose
Like purple ballet shoes
Or being dressed in a stunning pretty pink gown
Sometimes choosing is a necessary
suckiness of life
Funerals trump weddings
Birthings trump most things
honesty trumps profits
soul-shine trumps cash
freedom trumps ********
your gun or my gun?
Depends on whose ass.
Dear someone,
there are no funerals
for the flesh
no hospitals
for the mind
no curtains and no cremations
for all out pretty words
paradigm,
you can't save every patient
sweet,
a corpse would warm your bed
At medieval funerals, it was customary for women
To scratch their own cheeks until bleeding so it's written
Sounds gruesome to me
Weird? Well slap my knee
Back then they must have practiced masochism
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
Funerals and Reunions,
I’ve no fondness for either,
But similar to magnets,
They attract.
People come together
For a transience of time,
And then withdraw,
To meditate;
People don't laugh at funerals
except, perhaps in their hearts.
For as long as the speeches are ringing out,
breathe evenly.
And measure against veracity the hears of the praise,
knowing that justice
is quietly waiting in the corner.
Form:
Broken arms hold a baby chewed in leprosy,
Black rain covers slit wrists,
Birthdays are rehearsals for Funerals.
The heart is a rapist
fate a faded color.
there just isn't enough candles
to go around
for the man
who stays
drunk
forever.
We don't discuss death
Civilized folk use funeral parlors
Funeral at home? Why on earth
We're good, clean entrepreneurs
The next generation never learn
How death is life, too, recycling
Part of life, why fear it, discern
God gives us children to go on living
Promises are sacred
Trust is vital
Love essential
For spirit, for soul, for bliss
Angels present
When all three meet,
Proposals, Marriages, Funerals
Promises made in trust, with love
God listens in.
Angels dance
Sacred, vital, essential moments
Delicate, and sweet, pure.
l life
happy, blissful
thriving, wishing, playing
birthdays, graduations, funerals, wakes
falling, decaying, cursing
punishment, pain
death
This is a diamante two poems in one revealing opposites
The bells tolled till midnight
another soul lost the fight
At the wake many tears were shed
funerals are for the living, not the dead
the eulogy was done by Pastor Fred
who spoke of fire and brimstone instead
At the cemetery we bid our last goodbye
and laid him to rest under a sad gray sky
The tears at funerals are often due to regret.
Tell them you love them now, or better yet,
SHOW them you love them, before it’s too late.
Show them while they are here to appreciate.
Kind words and flowers after they pass away,
Are just a little too late, wouldn’t you say?
bodies fall weary
cancer metastasizes
another friend gone
funerals leave tears of bronze
survivors shine in shadows
faces fall weary
cancer metastasizes
no one is immune
the spirit strengthens through trials
survivors shine, smiles bring hope
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, June14, 2012
“We should do this more often!”
But we won’t.
Pals too busy to meet up.
Group chats gone quiet.
Friendships gone cold.
Six-pack faded away.
Wrinkles crawled their way onto my flesh.
Energy and enthusiasm waning.
Unexpected funerals of those who gave up.
Years gone by like smoke escaping through a cracked window.
^Rick Parise
Contest Name 5 ~ 8 Line Poetry / Any Theme
A silent voice not often heard,
me tongue gets tied in search of a word,
I wasn't here back on the third,
some shiela hugged me thoughts are blurred,
but the funerals friday...
confusion reigns mate...Don
no i aint dying...
thanks Patrick Cornwall
Clock of time thy hands go faster
Faster than the Moon and sun
Dreams and hopes with thee they linger
O thou lonesome forlorn singer
Hearts of people full of sorrow
With the funerals of the shadows
In the circle of Thy tick tick
Midst of sorrow midst of fun
Wait and linger walk and stagger
Till to graves all of them run
The end
So it is all over
ashes to ashes
dying is expensive
not paid for by
the recipient.
The padre was mercifully short
four funerals a day
nothing new to say.
The violinist played Ave Maria
I tried not to cry.
Death is a great leveler.
The empty feeling of the gone.
We had a good dinner and spoke of other things.
I attended the funeral of a friend 10 years ago.
It was by far the most unpretentious of funerals.
Notwithstanding, it was real, vintage, and genuine.
The face of the funeral looked identical to my friend.
The body was well done, but I'm speaking of the character
of the funeral itself. Like my friend Cal, it was the real McCoy.
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