Short Obituaries Poems
Short Obituaries Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Obituaries by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Obituaries by length and keyword.
STRANGE HOBBY
"reading the obituaries just to see if you are still alive"
Indiana Shaw . . .
"Do me" . . . : /
Categories:
obituaries, absence,
Form:
Monoku
I'm lost in words
I cannot write a poem
Is this a word depression
I await wet Autumn afternoons
for obituaries on past poets
Dead horizons roll on their heads
towards an uncertain future
Categories:
obituaries, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Newspaper
useful, informative
updating, revealing, rewarding
community, classified, politics, obituaries
enraging, appalling, depressing
precarious, sorrowful-
Psalmbook
Categories:
obituaries, emotions,
Form:
Diamante
Another burial....
... condolences,
deep emotional feelings
grieving hearts imbue jeweled kinships,
lasting memories,
needing obituaries
peace, quietude, rest
succumb to undertaker
vestiges withered
'xpired, yielded.
zeroed
Categories:
obituaries, death,
Form:
ABC
Sometimes I scroll on the obituaries,
and see people who had dreams, life,
and something to live for;
I see their eyes looking back at me,
with “you have something to live for”,
glowing in their eyes…..
Word Count: 37
Date: 25/02/2017
Categories:
obituaries, blessing, death, deep, hope, imagery, life, meaningful,
Form:
Narrative
This is what they used to do,
Grandpa's made their own rules,
Sit on verandah on sunny morn,
Read the sport, paper at dawn,
Then to read the obituaries,
Ensure still alive, you see,
Finally, they passed to glory,
Grandpas so loved, their story!
Categories:
obituaries, appreciation, family, grandfather, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Magazine ads and newspaper obituaries
skitter across the streets
like tumbleweed in the desert.
Rims the size of carriage wheels roll by.
Everyone's holsters are filled,
even the children carry pistols.
The schools are ghost towns
but the saloons stay occupied.
This is the Wild, Wild West.
Categories:
obituaries, cowboy-western, history, introspection, life, people, school, travel,
Form:
Free verse
STAYING ALIVE III
reluctant to sleep
your days going by so fast
obituaries?
many friends have seen their last
oh god those mortuaries!
must watch one’s diet
if it tastes good don’t try it
bland to the taste
sweet things are seldom healthy
each day you measure your waist
obesity fear
daily on television
“our very worst year”
diet a hard decision
choice to live a few more years
Categories:
obituaries, health,
Form:
Tanka
Death and its mournful tidings
Obituaries and eulogies, read
Black ties and black veils, all in rows
Surround this shell and the open earth
The cold, damp wind sashays through and through
Memories, half a century old are lost and forgotten
A flight of geese overhead, perform a last flyover
Victory in death
Vestiges of family, say farewell and Godspeed
Tomorrow brings colder and damper weather
Categories:
obituaries, dark, death, death of a friend, eulogy,
Form:
Free verse
I hesitated to say that what we
had was special, it was what it
was, we made it through and that
was enough.
Now that we’re older and reading
obituaries of old bastards, we
never thought would die, perhaps
there’s a place at the top of that
hill in the park we walk the dogs
in, for a bench with our names
on it where we can sit to look back
and admire the view while we’re
still around.
Categories:
obituaries, memory,
Form:
Free verse
Sometimes the wholeness of the universe
Comes along like a black widow spider
On a thin thread and stops in front of one’s face
From fear and dread
All time stops
As the eight-legged spider
With eighty-eight eyes stare directly
Consumed with death and obituaries
Sleeplessness nights and tragic endings
The black widow spider a symbol of eternity and
life cycles like the center of the universe pauses
Categories:
obituaries, allegory, imagery, insect, life, love, mystery, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
The Stupid Bowl is Over
Except for the analyses
the replays
the highlight reels
the interviews
the talk-shows
the editorials
the commentaries
the speculation
the what-ifs
the tributes
the obituaries
(the hangovers)...
It ain’t over ‘til next February
Categories:
obituaries, football, time,
Form:
List
Before entering this world
we transform our soul
The gramophone
plays songs
of mutilated destination
midwife of Death
hatched her eggs
Breeding a dark
Questionary of Blankness
Lament to
Humanity
where art thou?
Does the corset suit you?
Can it show the shape of Love?
Do you read your own obituaries
remembering the scent
you bore?
Have you ever been
a child?
Remember the Sun
bears
stigma
of starlight
Categories:
obituaries, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Self-Inquiry..
"Not this..Not this"
That old-timey formula to find
One's true self..then updated:
Not nothing..not everything
A viral communique..then
This news flash:
Not-even-nothing..not-even-everything..
All of these "Nots" left the self
Bruised but resilient..still standing..
Yet..
This obscure notice could always be
Found buried in the Obituaries:
The self inquires..the self is inquiry
Freedom is already as inquiry dies..
Apparently...
Categories:
obituaries, confidence, i am, journey, language,
Form:
Blank verse
Before entering this world
we transform our soul
The gramophone
plays songs
of mutilated destination
midwife of Death
hatched her eggs
Breeding a dark
Questionairy of blankness
Lament to
Humanity
where art thou?
Does the corset suit you?
Can it show the shape of Love?
Do you read your own obituaries
remembering the scent
you bore?
Have you ever been
a child?
Remember the Sun
bears
stigma
of starlight
Categories:
obituaries, poetry,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Obituaries like to say
About how someone died:
"Peacefully at home" and yet,
I wonder if they've lied.
Just once I'd like to see in print
That So-and-So passed on
While kicking up the biggest fuss
Until his strength was gone.
When Dylan Thomas wrote, "Do not
Go gentle," what he meant
Was not to peacefully succumb.
(I wonder how he went.)
I hope that when my time arrives
I throw a major fit
And that my husband tells the truth
If he posts an obit.
Categories:
obituaries, death,
Form:
Rhyme
I feel sluggish
can barely move through the sludge and mud
burdened with the woes of the world
turn off the news! my soul shrieks at me
it will bog you down
until you are stuck in a tar pit of unhappiness
This idea has merit
but am I ready to give up my horrible feelings?
gloom and doom sometimes works for me
I reach for a newspaper,
turning it to the obituaries
“not that!” screams my psyche
I do not care
I am tired of having my soul tell me what to do.
Categories:
obituaries, feelings,
Form:
Free verse