by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
autumn, beauty, death, french, funeral, leaving,
Lusting the passions of a secret desire
Unwinding the mystery of my needs
Funerals are for the future
Internment I ask be deferred
Timeless is my youth
Useless is my request
At seeking eternity or at least eternal rest
End of times may seem long away
Beauty we know fades, it will happen some day
So I dream of youthful moments
Isle graveyards were far away
Holy wars and loveless scores
That a soldier must endure
A desire for peace escapes this generation and more
External forces and internal woes
Death dances at my door
Dedicated to Sara Bernhardt, who slept in her coffin amongst all her love letters.
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
introspection, philosophy, poetry, sad,
My Guitar weeps
And not so gently
It strings together broken tears
It has seen my feeble attempts at love
My Guitar laughs
As I try to serenade
A song that lovers play
It strings together broken romances
My guitar sleeps
For I am not doing to well
In charming your heart
My guitar is bored
My guitar kills me
And steals my girl
They were meant to be it seems
They joined chords and sang
The funeral was brief
The music was good
Guitar music after all
Now they travel onwards
Musical journeys
With not a thought of me
With no guitar
As the ghost of me weeps
by Frederic Parker |
Categories:
goodbye, memory,
Lost loves remembered from pages turned brown
They read like letters from scattered debris
I tear them from love's book to be thrown down
To build their funeral pyre for me
These yesterdays I have folded in time
To cast in the flames where memories cry
Colored smoke floats upon the air to climb
I can see them rise in an endless sky
They leave worthless emotions of fool's gold
With its dung rich charcoal and flames which weep
These timeless memories will burn until cold
Then fade into ashes so I can sleep
Thrown in the blazing flames of yesterday
I watch each love lost, burn slowly away
5/8/21
by Ken Carroll |
Categories:
beauty, dark, love,
Dream of love
All the colors
Absence of color
Black and white
Their beauty is absolute
Perfect harmony
What would the stars do
If the nights were not black
Streetlights would be lacking
Diamonds and fireflies
Need the black
A funeral passes by
Black cars and black hearses
Draped in fading flowers
The color of death
I think in black
Death should be
The color of sunset
My lover is black
She says
True love is or it ain't
Thin love is no love at all
To love and be loved
Is everything
It makes your soul
Climb out from its hiding place
Black is not sad
Bright colors depress me
They are empty
Black is poetic
It's how I imagine
The poet
Dressed in black...
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
culture, death, funeral, music, paris,
Death – Remember me Tomorrow
Votre amour est tout ce que j'implore
Angels took us from France's shores
To the promised land of lady liberty
Hollywood glitter enticing us lovers with mystery
Living the past in a cinematic telling
Ironic that love was sourly spurned
By Bogart’s charming quilted misgivings
Madeline, later would sadly sing
La Marseillaise, while lovers embrace
Paris after dark, they disappear with no trace
Trains to death and boats to freedom
As Casablanca tells of romantic tales
Je suis vieux, est je suis seul
The beautiful one misses the past and you
All the ships have sailed and gone
It’s the cemetery now where I rest under lawn
by Jslambert Mister Roboto |
Categories:
angst, brother, confusion, family, father, forgiveness, friendship, funeral, health, hope, life, loss, lost love, love, religion, sad, social, teen, urban, visionary,
by May Fenn |
Categories:
bereavement, death, funeral, loss, obituary, sorrow,
Death is not the end,
For love goes on
And you will find the evidence
Long after I have gone.
The flowers that we planted
Will blossom without end,
You’ll find me in their beauty
As to their needs you tend.
The books we read together,
The laughter in the pages,
Will continue to give pleasure
To you throughout the ages.
So do not mourn my passing
You are not left alone,
You’ll always find me waiting
In the places we have known.
The bond that grew between us
Will not abate with time,
It will go on for always,
I’m yours and you are mine.
by Chrishanna Powell |
Categories:
death, depression, funeral, loss, lost love, sad,
I had a wonderful day, what could have went wrong
Went to sleep feeling like a brand new man
Laying in bed, sleeping so peacefully
Two guys walked in unexpectedly
They said wake up, no hesitation
Ten bullets in my back, no explanation
Was this a dream I’m gonna wake up from
No its not, I’m a completely dead man
Why me? Answer my question
I had a family and other love ones.
Now I’m gone, but memory lives on
How about you where do you stand?
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
anxiety, art, deep, fear, funeral, introspection, philosophy,
All of my life
Seeking passions love
The one who was just right
Alone, it seems
Unappealing or just fright?
In solitude I would walk
The hazy path of lovers forlorn
Burying thoughts as I myself, I scorned
Love was a mist
It was there and it was not
In clouds, I was lost in loves knots
Ropes and chains, fleeing such pains
Love though has found me
She is of stone yet with a caress
An angel overlooking me
As they put me to rest
White satin coffin
Cold winter air
My angel at last
Loving with such care
by Yasser Rhimi |
Categories:
angst, confusion, fear, funeral, hope, love, nostalgia, romantic, visionary,
For one moment I thought
Moons stars and kingdoms,
Humbly yielded to the spell of your tongue;
For I would never miss such an honour
When my heart still dies in front.
From the gravest yard in my groans,
In those rainy eyes of autumn,
You stole into the fragrance of my desert red bloom;
Despite the venom in my features,
You killed the old beast in my gloom.
For one moment I thought
Flowers, bees, and dew drops
Had never been bleeding forever;
The honey have they made
Fell us in love like a feather.
For one moment I thought
We stumbl’d upon each other.
by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
lost love, nature,
High on a passing cloud there floats a dream
Never to be easily forgotten,
Devious destiny weaved its fierce scheme,
Turned my youth into a life so rotten.
The soft song of a Summer Breeze was gone,
But by then we had met and love had won.
How oft we trekked the hills and watched the dawn.
How oft we made love, happy so well done.
Carefree we roamed out our romantic days,
Many noticed silhouettes in moonlight.
How could I not shower her with sweet praise?
Alas she had cancer, love turned to plight.
The gilded leaves of autumn sigh her loss.
Her funeral I bore with a harsh cross.
by Seren Roberts |
Categories:
funeral,
she wore her black gown with such aplomb
proud and alone followed to the tomb
sad though she was to lose her man
can she cope on her own, yes she can
the grey graveyard ,with an open tomb
she wore her black gown with such aplomb
lifting her head all could perceive
the tears falling as she stood to leave
her eyes misted tears starting to fall
remembering when love conquered all
she wore her black gown with such aplomb
she gave a last look at the tomb
friends became lovers as time progressed
loyal to the grave their love confessed
as they gathered and wept around the tomb
she wore her black gown with such aplomb.
penned 28 January 2016
by Frederic Parker |
Categories:
lost love, memory,
Memories of guilt fall and spiral down
To fill love's empty soul with its debris
Tormented from sadness I know profound
I've built a funeral pyre my mind will see
Yesterday's desires I've folded in time
To cast on the flames where memories die
Lovers names burn in colored smoke and climb
Dispersing above in an endless sky
These burnt alms donated from my fool's gold
Are now gray cold ash born from flames that weep
Collected from tears and love that turned cold
From time's burning fires of flames, I reap
I've wept from my yesterdays that grew cold
Now lost in ashes as I have grown old
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by Mary Nagy |
Categories:
angst, death, family, father, life, loss, love, thank you,
They said you needed surgery.
You said 'There's business I must do.'
I drove you to the funeral home.
The arrangements were for you.
I had to wait outside that day.
I couldn't go in there.
I don't know how you made those plans.
You showed how much you cared.
You knew you wouldn't make it.
You feared the end was near.
I hate what your life did to you.
I wish you were still here.
How do you plan your funeral?
Were you as scared as I?
What were your thoughts heading to the docs?
Did you know that you would die?
If I could turn back time and say
the things I'd like to say,
I'd say 'I love you' and 'I'll miss you.'
'I wish that you could stay! '
by Cheryl Hoffman |
Categories:
growing up,
As small children we are wide eyed and innocent,
toddle after Mommy like baby elephants,
go to school to learn with our writing implement,
our parents hoping that we don't act indolent,
As teens upon graduation were confident,
some acting wild while others are reticent,
finding our jobs and falling in love relevant,
some marry while others act more dissident,
When we get old hopefully were still intimate,
thinking back on our lives with heartfelt sentiment,
being nice with people till death is imminent,
eulogy at funeral will be evidence.
1-11-17
by Curtis Moorman |
Categories:
beauty, flower, love, love hurts, missing you, rose,
WHAT'S IN A NAME?
A rose by any other name
Is disgraceful to the rose
No other flower has such fame
Among all those seen in shows
Whether at a funeral or a wedding
The rose stands out more
At a birth, or a special setting
The rose is sure to score
I have no doubt about this gem
To bring joy to whom it is given
A single rose on one long stem
Is like a small touch of heaven
What's in a name, you say
It's just another flower
It will die and fade away
Yes, but it's the flower of the hour
20 October 2019
Writing Challenge, October 2019 -Flower Challenge-
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by Brenda Victoria Northeast |
Categories:
death, faith, funeral, hope, life, loss, peace, people, political, social, war, world,
You’re our hero
The poor and impoverished
Captive starving millions
Cry
Tears of anguish
Tears of dread
The cost of their Hero’s burial
Is too their debt
Their sacrifice
The living for their leader
The hungry little ones
Cry
The world watches on
In fear
My Hero gave it all
His life
A willing sacrifice
His perfect life
His perfect love
His cost
Our hatred
That we might live
His excruciating death
Has not left us comfortless
And soon to be
Our resurrection of renewal
We the loyal few weep for what we did
His life for ours
The rest rejoice because you died
The world now looks on
In fear
©? Brenda V Northeast 29 Dec. 2011
by Bernard Chan |
Categories:
autumn, color, funeral, imagery, nature, seasons, summer,
from afar, leaves like uncounted catatonic fires
huddled close
pinned to the chill air
a pointillist’s love affair with a hundred shades of red
the ground is a fresh wound, edgeless
a breeze worries the boughs
stokes the hanging flames into quivering
crimsons
scarlets
vermilions
renegade ambers
a slow burn resumes
accompanied by a susurrus of sighs
a dirge for a season
and the summer sky, now turned slate,
is cremated
by Jodie Williams |
Categories:
death, funeral, me, me,
Will you carry me, as I have you,
Whether skies are grey or blue.
As time goes by and I grow older,
I fear my death will have no shoulder,
for me to lay and rest my head,
before I reach my final bed.
A last request, I don't ask much,
but please, give me one last touch,
just one last token of your love,
before I'm sent to God above.
Hold me proudly next to your ear,
and listen close, perhaps you'll hear,
me whisper 'thank you', sincerely.
I only ask you'll carry me.
18th August 2011
by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
father, sister, me,
When Dad died, I wrote a poem to read,
a tribute to the love he bestowed.
Tears fell as, at jet speed,
I scribed emotions that overflowed.
Before the funeral I showed it to you,
hoping you would allow me to share.
“Amateurish,” you said and I didn’t pursue.
For rhyme and meter, you didn’t care.
Just three months later I’d compiled a book;
a publisher said she was impressed.
How I loved that expression, that look
you gave me when with it was published.
*For Michael’s “I’m More Than What You Thought” contest
by Carolyn Devonshire
by Khadidja Megaache |
Categories:
death, grief, pain, poets, remember, solitude, sorrow,
When I lay in the mortuary,
Don’t cry, smile and appreciate my journey.
Throughout life, at times, I lived wary.
I carried hope, love and even the burdening worry.
When I lay in the mortuary,
Before I’m buried and forgotten in a cemetery,
About my death don’t ask questions,
Don’t whisper in my stiff, blue ears confessions.
Few would come to my funeral,
Fewer would weep.
Few would care,
Fewer would lose sleep.
When I lay in the mortuary,
Burn my drafts and books,
My life was dull and ordinary.
by Tony Bush |
Categories:
death, life, love, sympathy, me, me, universe,
At the pain-struck point of passing the
universe in me that cried of loss
imploded every star and moon
until a meteoric cross
was borne upon my back.
At the dawn of dark despairing the
universe in me that cried denial
shook forgotten childhood roots,
cranked the grief and all the while
let light succumb to black.
In the echoed eves of emptiness the
universe in me that cried so numb
evicted nearly all my faith
and tapped upon a funeral drum
that almost beat us both.
In the latter leap of letting go the
universe in me that cried her name,
embraced of all she ever was,
from pure love salvation came
and prayed for my re-growth.
by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
joy, love,
Close gently now my eyes~
Covered with star blankets
Almost like starlit rivers!
Gently blessing my eyes.
But most of all, my heart.
The trail of hearts I loved.
And, magically, never lost.
All sparkle so gloriously!
Memory, when it comes to love,
Does not exist for me
Nor in a funeral pyre lay.
We are all in intimacy bound...,,
In a galaxy of eternal play.
On a love Odyssey always.
Where loneliness has no home.
Together, forever, in love,
With my Iovers, I eternally roam
In a trail of hearts home.
1-10-2021
7am PST
by Marissa Faries |
Categories:
death, funeral, heaven, love, religion, religious, spiritual,
Our love is true.
Our lives are through.
Now I am with you.
Now I can hold you.
My love for you
Had always knew
Here is where we'll be anew.
Our love was true.
Our lives are through.
Now you are with me,
Now you are all I see.
Your love for me
Filled me with glee.
Paradise our home to be.
Our love so true,
Our lives continue on through.
Now I embrace you,
Now I am filled with grace.
His love for you and I
Has given us wings to fly
Through His Kingdom's sky.
Our love is true.
Our lives are through.
Now we thrive in eternal sleep,
Now we're alive, Heaven ours to keep.
by Gershon Wolf |
Categories:
faith, life,
We are but flesh and blood
spawned from a putrid drop
our end to lie in the ground
with the worm and maggot
Babes, dependent on mothers
for nourishment and love
at the close of our days
as helpless as newborns again
In the prime of our lives
we satisfy our desires as we can
for the fulness of the bloom
soon fades, the years swiftly pass
and age takes its toll in full measure
We rage at perceived injustice
call for an end to iniquity
knowing too well the futility of reform
the bloody terror of revolution...
The earth's generations come and go
One truth they do know ~
When passion subsides, quiet faith emerges
All else vanity and funeral dirges