Funeral Star Poems | Examples
These Funeral Star poems are examples of Star poems about Funeral. These are the best examples of Star Funeral poems written by international poets.
A pro all the way
from serve to volley
Rod Laver's not one, but two, calendar grand slams
buried under pseudo-tennis-intellectual flimflam
Poet's Notes:
I love this little poem. Kimmy's boss at the hair salon where she works died about a week ago and the family is very private, so there was no funeral to attend. Now the boss's sister is taking over the shop, and Kimmy is very fond of her as well, but Kimmy feels like she must leave because of a conflict with another hair stylist there. Her co-worker, though good at her job, seems to be jealous of Kimmy's personality and success and gives her a hard time.
Kimmy asked me to buy some flowers and a card and bring them to the shop yesterday. She also asked if I would write a commemorative poem for the occasion and "Only A Star" was born.
Only A Star
A star that seems missing,
Still there every night,
Though no one can see it,
It still gives its light!
When loved ones aren't present,
Have faith they are near,
In heart, also God's love,
Their light still shines clear.
Brian Johnston
July 13, 2017
My
mom
was really
cynosure in life.
Now, real star above
a true guide for this girl
so very, very special in life.
She had a brilliance that shined
if, I have just a bit of my mother.
Mom, was not famous, or notable ever
but, she was so kind, loved by everyone
who, was lucky to meet her in her short life.
At her funeral many people stood in line for hours
in the rain they waited to say a goodbye to this lady.
My mother is my inspiration, my shining star immortal.
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June 23, 2016
Poetry/Shape/Triangle/My Mom
Copyright Protected, ID 16-803-666-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Cynosure
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
Fifth Place
We clad ourselves in colors as we march,
saluting independence through a foggy dream;
gazing at the night alight with flashes,
sparkles,
and firefly screams.
Rockets made in China, cascade/
to the backdrop of the Star Spangled Banner;
a flutter to the wind blown flags made in Brazil
and "I Love America Pins" upon our lapel;
(made in Mexico).
We stand on oceanfront (it’s owned by France)
gazing ‘pon the open sea,
the port is owned by Saudis/
but at least we stand here free.
Our hands steadfast upon our chest,
saluting whichever freedoms still remain,
those freedoms, their going fast;
and they’ll disappear one day.
We gaze into the abyss of night,
the twinkling tears that kiss our cheek,
immersing ourselves in awe of moment,
before it fades our dreams to sleep.
We stand enamored with this land,
the love that lurks within our hearts,
we celebrate this love/
...in part;
fore tomorrow, standing is banned.
I lay away in a soft blanket
Harsh night sounds keep me fast awake
And it seems tonight I must be in your debt
If only brief snatches of memories I take
But they alone keep me safe.
It seems a dream of worlds away
To stand bare skinned in the falling rain
And walk where black hands scatter hay
Please dear spare a dream to ease the pain
Of another city darkness aimlessly spent.
Nightime trains traverse my thoughts
Over deserts, mountains and oceans to come
Closer to you than perhaps I ought
And let our hearts beat as one
Just to burn and frazzle under the African sun.
For what are dreams but clouds
Of dust darling and you frozen
To pleasure my mind in funeral shroud
Yet dead or not your ghost keeps me cozen
And who am I to slay a ghost of my own hand?