Poems About: FUNERAL

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

  • 253.
    Its Been Too Long

    I wish I could go back in time
    To tell him that I loved him
    Until he died I never knew I would be without him
    Its been two years and too long read more »

    ESPN CHICK
  • 254.
    Depression

    Depression is a black abyss
    It sounds like lonely waves crashing ashore
    It tastes like the salty tears that run down your face after being put down.
    It smells like the air at a funeral home after the death of a loved one. read more »

    rayni black
  • 255.
    Rescue was possible (suicide)

    Another suicide
    A school student just died
    A girl lost her breath
    Wrist cutted, bleed to death read more »

    Le Tu Quang
  • 256.
    I believe

    I believe
    by TD Euwaite

    if God was made of mortar and stone read more »

    T.D. Euwaite
  • 257.
    sarcasm

    lonely: i

    lonelier: you and i read more »

    RIC S. BASTASA
  • 258.
    mrs.claxon

    on top of old smokey all covered in blood
    we shot mrs. claxon with a 44-slug i went to
    her funeral i went to her grave every body threw roses
    but i threw granades they think she went to heaven read more »

    cheyenne brown
  • 259.
    Mom's Lovely Day

    There she was again
    In their living room
    A woman racked with pain and shivering
    Impending doom Clench your teeth in rage read more »

    Brent Henry
  • 260.
    Exist To Exist

    One day I will be ash on the wind
    Powdered death and life fragments,
    My body will again become confetti
    to be sprinkled over my funeral day. read more »

    Laura Russell
  • 261.
    You get angry

    You get angry
    thats what death does
    A light
    A warmth on my face read more »

    Lynzi Berner
  • 262.
    Last Rites

    They say smoke from Beowulf's pyre
    rose heavenward in wispy trails
    emanating from dying embers
    of a noble funeral fire read more »

    Michael Pruchnicki
  • 263.
    Last Card

    Today
    I died
    A thousand deaths read more »

    Little Star
  • 264.
    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
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