Poems About: FUNERAL

In this page, poems on / about “funeral” are listed.

  • 229.
    The Curse

    Drive these nails through my eyes
    Hide them from your wicked lies
    Barbed wire bracelets around my wrists
    What could ever be better than this? read more »

    Chey Lyon
  • 230.
    As the butterfly imagines

    As the butterfly imagines
    the world is moving fast
    historical events are happening
    no one knows when they will last read more »

    Maria Jose Cid Velazquez
  • 231.
    Élégie pour les papillons

    (dedicated to Mr. Lang Lang, a gifted pianist)

    dark
    gloomy read more »

    Ahmad Shiddiqi
  • 232.
    Drawn Together

    I watched intently
    As three clowns wept
    In an old cafe read more »

    Fidel Arcenas
  • 233.
    My life

    a tear

    a secret read more »

    Sweet Death
  • 234.
    mother died

    today my mother died
    unapreciated by those she bore
    at her departure they cried
    for they never saw there mother before, read more »

    kelvin karani
  • 235.
    Funeral

    Leaves falling down in the crumbling season
    Someone's got to put the story to an end
    Light turns off, dark burns up
    The river stream down below from the top read more »

    Alexander Foald
  • 236.
    heartless boss

    What do you do when you know you can’t cope?
    To complete work in normal time there is no hope
    On Monday the funeral I said goodbye to mum
    Leaving an emptiness in my heart and tum read more »

    Micron
  • 237.
    Suicide

    First:
    The confusion.
    The hurt.
    The sadness. read more »

    Hope Wallin
  • 238.
    Family Tree

    we grow like evergreen tree
    father, mother, daughter, and son
    I'm only leaf on the branch family
    brother, sister read more »

    maria sudibyo
  • 239.
    My Resonating Mind

    looking at the moon as gods hunger shows
    while im just standing still watching others grow
    sheding tears of pride
    wondering why i cant decide read more »

    Byron Cornell Ford II
  • 240.
    (sing, o, Goddess...)

    (Sing, o, Goddess…)

    Isn’t it that you are full of rage against your own Hand when she writes this poem?
    A thought leads you to Maria Antoinette’s guillotine … read more »

    Horatiu Stamatin
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