Funeral Words Poems | Examples
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Poem that is written with each gentle kiss
Music I play twitching the corners of my lips
Art brush paint four magnum opus till death
Final one I will whisper with my dying breath
Tongue touched,
a diaphanous zephyr of ephemeral desire,
rustles the parchment of our sepulchral scripture,
where our connubial covenant is inscribed,
in the cryptographic ledger of the damned,
and the whispers of the ancients,
echo through the labyrinthine corridors,
of the underworld.
Your lips,
a vermilion velvet of hyperemic passion,
anoint our union with the haematoid blood of Elysium,
consecrating our entwined destinies,
within the cryptic cenotaph of the heart,
where the lethiferous weights of existence,
hang precariously in the balance.
Together,
we waltz,
hand in hand,
through the tenebrous tapestry of Chronos,
our love an ephemeral eclipse of solipsism.
In this eternal,
ephemeral dance,
we are the cryptic ciphers of the nocturnal,
our love a funeral pyre that illuminates the desolate,
luminous landscape of the Chthonic River of Styx.
When Words Don’t Come Easy”
Today is the kind of day when words don’t come easily. The bouquet of flowers arrives at the house, and I find myself grappling with acceptance. Is she truly gone? Am I prepared to make arrangements, to return there? Can I bear the pain, am I ready?
The calls await—those conversations where condolences are offered, where the words “I’m sorry for your loss” hang in the air. Today, words feel elusive, like butterflies slipping through my fingers.
Preparing for death is a daunting task. Grief wears a mask, and I suppress my emotional pain. I tell myself to remain logical, to cling to biblical thinking. But it rushes over me, relentless.
My prayer for the day echoes Psalm 34:18: “The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.” And I hold onto the truth that God is our refuge, our strength—an ever-present help in trouble.
May these words bring solace and strength during this difficult time. ??
The last breath
The last death
The last phone call
The last fall
The last funeral
The last burial
The last roll
The last poll
The last smile
The last style
The last flight
The last rite
The last crap
The last stop
Alas! Somewhere
There is a last
That we can bear
We need the past
To move on in life
After a barmy gaffe
We weep and we laugh
As we sail solo on the life raft.
Copyright © July 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
I feel the futility
after decades
of my fingers flitting
like dragonflies
over the keys
my once hopeful heart
shriveled and shrunken
as a plum into a prune
Shakespeare and Miller
Marlowe and Pinter
will never again
pick up the plume
to pen another
poem or play
yet they live on today
while my words
wither in the womb
Stillborn they are silently
whisked away unread
without a funeral
to the tomb
Knowledge of this might not be public:
Some Dialects are hyperbolic
While speakers judge it not, feel it not,
Quite sure hearers the raw message got
In Igbo Language Dialects this clear
Like a heaving chest or hands bare:
In her North’s “My Mum is not alive”
And Speaker means “Her mother is sick”
But to Stranger “‘one you can’t revive;
Date of her funeral to pick!”
In one of her West’s “He just flees.”
And Speaker thinks “He just runs.”
But impressing an escape from bees
Or fears of being brought down by guns!
Time to look at one’s dialects
And pleasure find in what one collects.
Queen Elizabeth II was her name
Quite familiar in the world was her fame!
Her Majesty was the fascination of the time
Hardly one may forget her face, in the lifetime!
Kindness was her message
Kingdom held her as the image!
World has loved her all these years
Why should she let the world into tears?
On her centenary, I awaited to greet
Oh! Heart pains, as I can't meet!!
With love she held everyone, like a mother
With love world shall remember her, forever!
Why should she undertook a different voyage?
Words fall short in my soul, to pay her homage!
THE moon slid slowly from the light
to slumber in the crepuscular shroud
An illuminated universe lies
in the silver light’s glow
The mighty golden note slumbering
in a valley of undying silence
The distant crimson light’s whisper
Causing butterflies in its wake
The song of the moon played so sweet
as the golden sun faded behind
Now hear the bitter mocking warble
of the bitter hermit’s chant
and ghosts watch me leave you further behind
As the dirt drips down bedding your heavy box
the front of your funeral dress all shadowy lined
And droning iridescent crickets throb in time
within your beatless heart
Cry, Pink White
Cry, Pink White
Cry, Pink White
Like a needle in the pinball machine
you don’t know what you got till it’s gone
If you’re the only one to hold me in your arms
Baby please don’t make me cry
Say it with me now
Cry, Pink White
Cry, Pink White
Cry, Pink White
My Cherry Blossom Heart
:: 07.27.2022 ::
Common Wisdom is not really either. For example ..
1. Let the past bury the past
Can not be done that way.
Use funeral parlors, or celebrate a dead person's with memorial
When Jesus said similar words, "it was to rebuke a procrastinator, "Let the dead bury the dead." The living dead make much of human traditions including ceremonial matters. Real life is in God, his living word. Not in idols!
2. What goes around, cones around.
How much time you have?
If it's a shooting star, comet, quasar, or even an Everest climb, you need intervals at the very least.
She wrote Bits N Bots
A terrific, prescient poem
I suffer bots, bots, ads, and data thieves
(We all might be the last)
But she came with bouquet of words
To the funeral of my tree
There were only four attending:
My wife, myself, one neighbor, & Linda
Social media, life, friends keep us busy
I understand
Not everyone can come to
Unusual
Funerals
Still ... do think of our environment
Always
I'm often called upon to write a verse
for someone's birthday or a funeral,
four or eight lines,
rhyme scheme of ABAB or ABBA.
But here are no rhyming line ends -
those small, same-sound four-footer ones
or those that have five feet or even more,
oh more, more beats than that, yes more than that, oh more than that.
Yes, no rhymes, except at times
within lines, yes, as you can guess.
Great fun, even for burials or cremations.
(March 2022)
Leather boots
tight black suits
skin hot bound
in knots cutting
sweet the heat
Burns in between
the pleasure
of the pain
the sweat
of the insane
runs over and down
It was early in the morning
I saw my neighbour comming out of the car
I asked how his dad is doing and how things are going
He said dad is good and everything is great
In the evening we went for a funeral and it was his dad
Death goes around to every door without waiting or letting anyone go
About the time of its arrival we never know
Its better to burry the ego before it's time to be gone forever.
Out of the blue came the black,
Shattering the skies with a terrible crack,
But what is gold if one can't enjoy it?
But what is black if it breeds on the tormented?
Can black breed on a soul that was tormented long ago?
Surrounded by the true vultures and an innocent soul.
This hell is mine of this I'm sure,
But when I look in the mirror I don't see pure.
I have no time for anger, I have no time for blame.
Ash to ash, dust to dust,
We all become the same.
All the traps were set, from the jealous people in my life
Still trying to fight all the battles of their unwanted strife
All the things I have to lose, as I'm made to take the fall
Because have we all not met before, so jealous if I recall
I am still visiting the graves of loved ones who fell before
Now I'm back to fight for them, as even the bloody score
All died from your jealousy; under an accidental disguise
With all their deaths forever noted by all the judges wise
Staying put to calm your jealous heart, it's all but a farce
As all it did was fuel the jealously within your black heart
You still killed the ones I loved so you could rest assured
Not once questioning the pains, that for you we endured
Survival of the fittest, as with all of your righteous rights
As I’m left creeping upon you all in your sleepless nights
Repeat . . .
You still killed the ones I loved so you could rest assured
Not once questioning the pains, that for you we endured
Survival of the fittest, as with all of your righteous rights
As I’m left creeping upon you all in your sleepless nights