Poems About: FUNERAL

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

  • 37.
    AROUND HERE.

    His battered old suit
    simply his best
    by not being worn read more »

    Dónall Dempsey
  • 38.
    A Song For My Funeral

    A Song For My Funeral


    when they buried him read more »

    Suchoon Mo_
  • 39.
    Funerals

    Going to a funeral should only be for the widowed wife
    Who has been married to her husband all her dreary, bleary life,
    A funeral means nothing for those else who tag along,
    Pretending their mock-sadness and always saying something wrong! read more »

    Neil Milliner
  • 40.
    HIS FUNERAL SONG

    I remember
    Like it was almost yesterday
    His funeral
    Because it took place read more »

    Aldo Kraas
  • 41.
    Funerals are a Festival

    An old lady was dead. She was my father’s
    Mother’s elder sister, who brought him up
    After his mother’s death when he was at seven.
    I went with him to attend the funeral. read more »

    Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
  • 42.
    at the funeral they cried

    At the funeral they cried,
    So much sadness pouring out, it was a surprise
    To know they’d hated her whilst she was still alive. read more »

    charlotte marie peachey
  • 43.
    The Funeral

    Weasel words
    with easy starts
    are not the first
    ones to our hearts read more »

    Sean Joyce
  • 44.
    How important a woman is!

    Visit a funeral where it was of a man.
    Visit a funeral where it was of his wife.
    Take attendance and count the mourners.
    It will tell how important the woman had been. read more »

    Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
  • 45.
    I Was Always Beaten

    I was always already beaten
    Before they'd dropped the flag
    Blown the whistle
    Fired off the starter pistol read more »

    Patti Masterman
  • 46.
    Why?

    My eyes aren't that innocent anymore
    My ears have heard disturbing things
    Someone killed the old me
    No on came to my funeral read more »

    Triin Kann
  • 47.
    Freedom of the Flame

    Standing before all of those that have done her wrong
    she screams to the writhing throng
    'to you that have not thought me strong' read more »

    Jim Milks
  • 48.
    Don't cry at your Funeral

    It is very impolite to cry at your own funeral.
    Not impolite to others, but to yourself.
    Indeed,
    upon those cold cheeks do your salty tears run like endless rivers. read more »

    Roger Naya
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