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Poems About: FUNERAL

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  • 49.
    My Funeral Pen

    My Funeral Pen writes for me
    All of these words that set me free
    The pen that I shared for Mourners to sign
    The pen that I wrote to turn back time read more »

    Lyn Paul
  • 50.
    Lonely Funeral

    An unforgiving memory conspicuously brought back to existence
    The beginning of the end has only begun
    You can douse the corpse in cough syrup, but your timing’s a little off
    You seem to have murdered your own heart read more »

    Manny Negron
  • 51.
    Procession

    A sinuous black worm,
    the funeral procession
    of black limousines crawls
    toward the cemetary. read more »

    Sonny Rainshine
  • 52.
    AROUND HERE.

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

    Dónall Dempsey
  • 53.
    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.
  • 54.
    funeral bells

    Watching your funeral to see the love,

    Painless death, lack ring dove. read more »

    Ailish Canning
  • 55.
    Futile Funeral

    Futile funeral
    Full of feverish people
    wanting out of the doors
    Don't want to deal with their ever increasing sores read more »

    Jessica Stubbs
  • 56.
    HIS FUNERAL SONG

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

    Aldo Kraas
  • 57.
    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
  • 58.
    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
  • 59.
    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
  • 60.
    notification of the death of alberto

    cousin lauro need not complain
    about obituaries
    i am tired of his myriad pretenses
    this time he says he does not know the address read more »

    RIC S. BASTASA
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