Funerals Poems - Poems about Funerals

two families with different viewpoints same loss same grieving...Read the rest...

Young people don't understand funerals...Read the rest...

The next time a natural disaster strikes…whether it be a tsunami or hurricane from the oceans, a flood from the rivers…or a tornado from the skies notice how, all over the world, you see the same...Read the rest...

Last goodbye given to your loved ones by family and friends-the beginning of a new and different life after death...Read the rest...

Look out you might see them scuttling down your street patting the neighbour’s dog nodding to people they meet They lurk on hospital corridors wearing their black shiny shoes then scour obituary columns for all their latest news They follow people on...Read the rest...

Time to pay respects enjoy stories of their past while eating good food...Read the rest...

Must we cry at funerals? Or might we stand there motionless- Clutching fists or hands at rest Between the mourning generals Must we drown our eyes in tears? Or might we simply look away- Weigh the rain another day And feign to...Read the rest...

We should whisper our prayers tonight before we go to bed tonight our souls shall slumber onto the brink of eternity in God’s home filled with his many mansions tomorrow morning is coming time to plan our burial our hollowed bones...Read the rest...

It’s both a bitter funeral for freedom and the birth of new crime....Read the rest...

We don't discuss death Civilized folk use funeral parlors Funeral at home? Why on earth We're good, clean entrepreneurs The next generation never learn How death is life, too, recycling Part of life, why fear it, discern God gives us children to...Read the rest...

For crying out loud, the flowers are gorgeous, Fresh, happy, young, alive, and vivacious. Regrettably, we, humans, cut their lives short, From time to time, from events to events. For God’s sake, let the flowers live like...Read the rest...

with the corona virus upon us I am bracing to hear the news that so and so has died I reflect back on all the people in my life that I have already lost part of being older is that you lose...Read the rest...

Grandpa got a twenty-one gun salute. I shivered, knowing how much he hated guns After Viet Nam The last time he picked one up was in a jungle. Fifty years ago. They are playing taps now. Sad dirge sound. Grandpa liked Johnny...Read the rest...

White Weddings and Wet Funerals Final When I was young, And the world crisp, Through the crystalline cold Of November Morning At the parade And we were all caught in the sacred...Read the rest...

spiritus sanctus and frankincense fill the air saturated with women's tears and unending sobbing they think not of their own truths be told that the taken is hopefully going heaveningly bound if words we're binding and he abiding so let the Romans sleep and wake the Irish the screams and wailings are really laughter and cheer for...Read the rest...