#eulogy

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  • tales_of_a_phoenix 2w

    This is what I guess my #eulogy will be
    @writersnetwork @miraquill

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    MY EULOGY

    Here lies she,
    Who loved climbing trees
    Who fell once a week
    Who failed in all the zillion things
    Life kept throwing,
    Though her institutional grades
    Were good enough
    She never did succeed
    In real life.
    But she did smile
    Through it all
    Sarcastically maybe,
    She always said
    Bring it on.
    ©tales_of_a_phoenix

  • pallavi4 8w

    November

    It is a great privilege for me today
    To pay homage to the great November
    For being steadfast, brightly colourful
    And cold in moderation it will be remembered

    With spring and summer out of the way
    Fall came next as always in the chain
    The trees lost their garish green robes
    Shades of orange in the forests reigned

    The season of harvest, fruit and gains
    November came with no additional baggage
    “Autumn teaches us how beautiful it is to let things go”
    Is a truthful and alluring adage

    Not hot like the October’s autumn
    Not freezing like the snow laden December
    Warm days and cold nights made it perfect
    And the most sought after seasonal member

    With the smell of spices and oaks in the air
    November lived beauteously aflame
    Tables were gaily dressed to give thanks
    Pumpkins were universally acclaimed

    Golden apples blossomed and bloomed
    Golden leaves covered the roads and lanes
    Golden magic filled the rosy cold draft
    Golden, the worldly pleasures became

    “I wish I too could be an autumn leaf
    Who looked at the sky and lived
    And when it was the time to leave
    Gracefully it would know life was a gift “

    Every year I await the advent of fall
    Before winter covers everything in snow
    November thank you for being a constant in my life
    You’ll be missed more than you’ll ever know

    @pallavi4

    30th of November, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- Jesup path, Acadia National Park, Main ne Fall 2013 by Nate Levesque on Flickr

    “Autumn teaches..... let go”, quote by unknown
    “I wish I ...... was a gift”, quote by Dodinsky

    #novendc #november #fall #goodbye #ode #eulogy #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • prakriti2005 38w

    Funeral

    If someday, I die,
    encoffin me inside my loneliness
    bury me in the soil
    drenched with my hidden tears
    for the inferno entrapped inside me
    still lights brighter
    and dreadful than the lit pyre.
    If someday, I die,
    forgive me
    and obliviate me
    for my existence so obscure
    for you to espy
    even in the brightest of the moments
    and my emotions so ambiguous
    for you to comprehend
    even in the most vulnerable jiffies.
    If someday, I die,
    don't read any eulogies
    for you never knew me
    but for one last time
    try to look at that heart
    so broken, shattered and unfixed.
    If someday, I die,
    I'd never return
    for the guilt inside me
    would've scooped out the life within
    and I'd never live again!
    ©prakriti2005

  • ink_trovert 42w

    @writersnetwork @mirakee
    I missed out yesterday's obituary challenge so I just thought I should rather do it as a Eulogy today.
    #obituary #eulogy
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    A Eulogy

    Someone died! Who?My dearest Mr Fear, the one who buckled up with me since I took my first breath. He was my best friend who always kept a hand on my shoulder in trouble. Whenever tumult turned out he used to whisper into my ear pouring his Hebenon words "Run... you can't face this... I know, just come hold my hand and run." To the Anesthetic me he used to pour honey (dagger hidden). He was my that friend who crept up to me whenever I was lonely, my trash can used to start recycling all the trash it was carrying and fear used to hold me in it's tight warm grip where I used to pour my heavy heart out. I dread his presence now that used to keep pace along with me, taking over my steps or watching over my steps. When my eyes carried on insomnia it was fear who held my hand in the cold darkness. Fear is that type of friend who will never ever let you give upon yourself, but yesterday he died!
    I discovered that fear is mortal. Died suffering from a disease termed as Courage that was creeping into me slowly. With due respect and all the beautiful memories, tales, moments that we spent together I buried half of it inside a golden coffin into the womb of mother Earth where I know that it will be cherised with great care. And half of it I got burnt in front of my eyes among the golden flames and immersed it into the river of my purest and holiest tears. Though I'm full of courage now there's void to be never filled again. Forever in my memories I will cherish it, but will not have it in my life again. Thank you Dear Fear for teaching me how not to live a life, will miss you loads (Sobbing).
    ~Inktrovert

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  • quignogthence 52w

    And don't be so sad
    'Cause I lived this good
    We were closer
    Now it's over.

    #damned #love #thelast #lockedaway #holdmedown #tograce #dreams #hieroglyph #funeral #eulogy #closure #owningup #deadtales

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    Untitled, Unmastered_!!!

    It's one-sided for me, and none whatsoever from hers. I hate sharing my flaws, she loves to let everyone be a part of her journey.

    It's pitch black to me, she however will fall everytime for blue. I suck at interaction, she is a bundle of joy.

    It's Ed Sheeran for her, Lukas Graham is my jam. I always look down on novelists, her love is them books.

    It's Me, Myself and I for me, she believes in One Love. I never cared for nothing, keeping aside my mother of course. She is the verse of harmony.

    It's death, doom and devil for me, she is just a smile away from Disneyland. It was never my intention to write, she was born with the pen to bless all poetries.

    I am a shitty... not shitty, more of a terrible person though. She once kept me sane.

    And, that's it, this is our paradox.

    Sweet, till tragedy strikes twelfth.
    Sour, but so much needed.

    The End, maybe oblivion,
    I don't know, it's done you know.
    ©off_tsi9g

  • quignogthence 53w

    The So Called Closure_!!!

    Even though no one wants it, even if roots were the only place to thrive, even when the sun is to greet the fall, death must be treated with utmost admiration.

    My love for you will never change, it is indeed frail right now, more than it ever will be. Yet, it's not faded. I am being reminiscent.

    I owe you an eulogy, but it's better not to share it with everyone i guess. If this is absolute selfishness, so be it. Your tombstone will not be carved with guilt and expectations.

    A verse written for you, will not pave the path for your mighty chariot. Your ups and downs will never taint your legacy. Me on my very high, was a push to your extreme bounds. You even at your worst, would make the world fall for me.

    I am flawed in every possible way, yet you made me feel equality. I believe it's quite long for a confession, yet you vouched for every part of us...

    To you, to love, to peace and to quietus,
    May you be of oblivion, me grace.
    Amen.
    ©off_tsi9g

  • tx_reads 55w

    The fault in our stars.

    Some infinities are simply bigger than other infinities.

  • pallavi4 60w

    Eulogy for November

    It is a great privilege for me today
    To pay homage to the great November
    For being steadfast, brightly colourful
    And cold in moderation it will be remembered

    With spring and summer out of the way
    Fall came next as always in the chain
    The trees lost their garish green robes
    Shades of orange in the forests reigned

    The season of harvest, fruit and gains
    November came with no additional baggage
    “Autumn teaches us how beautiful it is to let things go”
    Is a truthful and alluring adage

    Not hot like the October’s autumn
    Not freezing like the snow laden December
    Warm days and cold nights made it perfect
    And the most sought after seasonal member

    With the smell of spices and oaks in the air
    November lived beauteously aflame
    Tables were gaily dressed to give thanks
    Pumpkins were universally acclaimed

    Golden apples blossomed and bloomed
    Golden leaves covered the roads and lanes
    Golden magic filled the rosy cold draft
    Golden, the worldly pleasures became

    “I wish I too could be an autumn leaf
    Who looked at the sky and lived
    And when it was the time to leave
    Gracefully it would know life was a gift “

    Every year I await the advent of fall
    Before winter covers everything in snow
    November thank you for being a constant in my life
    You’ll be missed more than you’ll ever know

    @pallavi4

    30th of November, 2020

    “Autumn teaches..... let go”, quote by unknown
    “I wish I ...... was a gift”, quote by Dodinsky

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- “Jesup path, Acadia National Park, Main ne Fall 2013” by Nate Levesque on Flickr

    #eulogyc #eulogy #november #fall #autumn #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @mirakee

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  • _flow803_ 72w

    Mama #2

    Without even trying you had the ability to inspire; I lost my Mother-In-Law exactly one year prior. / The line between love and hate is as thin as the edges of a visa; September 3rd, we lost Thelma, Eboney, and Theresa. / I always preferred spending my Sundays with you hustling; it’s memories like that, that take my mind off of struggling. / For you I am forever grateful, never hateful, could never feel despised; I told you on that last day that you were a Goddess in my eyes. / A fire cracker with a short fuse that refused to lose; out of being loved or respected you refused to choose. / In this thing called life it was my pleasure being your comic relief; joking, writing, and reciting is the way I release. / At age 43, you were a true O.G. ; your last words to me, were I love you too O.T. / -F.L.O.W.

  • _flow803_ 72w

    Mama #2

    First things first Big Sis you were more like a 2nd Mother; with that being said, that’s not my nephew right there that’s my brother. / The 3 of us were seen together so much that people thought that you had two boys; you kept us updated with the latest, rather it was new clothes or some new toys. / The way you passed is pathetic, it’s only right I translate it into something poetic; whenever we were in need, you jetted. / Since my brother’s birth; I witnessed a work ethic that was only comparable to my Mother Earth. / On ya face I kept a smirk, that was even on your last day; Mama let us know that you were gone in a sad way. / You kept a dollar in your pocket like my Grandma did; not too long after we found out the same thing about the oldest of my Grandma kids. /

  • murryben 75w

    Black roses and dripping hankies love,
    Not what you have asked of me,
    But do you feel my heart's anguished
    cry as I stroke soft your cold hands?
    What good is your silence to me now?

    Black sombre clouds and eyes gushing tears,
    And you are gone like a candle burning out.
    Slowly softly disintegrating but surely gone.
    And while I mourn your absence,
    What good is a dirge when you're long gone?

    White pretty flowers and last goodbye kisses,
    Like a poem sitting on a lover's lips,
    Like a giggle turning into peals of laughter,
    Like the romance of a sweet lingering dream,
    It's how I shall remember your life darling!

    In the pages of the words you penned,
    In the warmth of the bright morning sun,
    In the silent beating of my heart,
    It's where I'll find and celebrate you.
    It's where I shall find you breathing.

    #eulogy #death #life #loved

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    Eulogy





    ©Meri Murry

  • navoneil 80w

    Losing My Way

    These days I'm a whisper of myself
    Growing shadows on my soul -
    I cloak myself in light, and I hide in solemn glee;
    I call it meditation but I'm really fast asleep.
    No, Death is not serene -
    Don't call it peace. Just let it be!
    Make up the words on the fly - let them breathe
    Free of meaning. Don't call it
    An eulogy - there's no such thing.
    And paradise? An Eden lies within, or is it fading?
    My hearing isn't good these days, my listening worse still -
    I'm ageing between rooms.
    Inside I'm putrefying, and the youth - they're a' leaving.
    I feel I can shout with all my might but it's just a whisper -
    A slight breath of wind, and its passing.

    ©navoneil

  • ree_mah 85w

    Walked away in the silence of night, disappeared to be never seen again
    Dug a grave and put you there, mourned it over like every day.

    Time to time I feel the pain through the numbness of lone and dismay
    Stop, It's over I chant, shout and cry.

    But I find myself at the grave where you lie.
    I dig you up at every night and hold you love, close and tight
    Pool of tears filled with pain in there I lie
    oh I wish I knew how to drown and die.

    I dig deeper every dawn to put you there,
    Hoping that I won't find you tonight again.


    #lostlove
    #love
    #eulogy
    #pain
    #breakup
    #brokenheart

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    Stop, It's over I chant, shout and cry.

    But I find myself at the grave where you lie.
    I dig you up at every night and hold you love, close and tight
    Pool of tears filled with pain in there I lie
    oh I wish I knew how to drown and die.

    ©ree_mah

  • bessimon_thankaraj 87w

    Start grieving now,
    Rend your garments,
    Curse the heavens,
    It will save you time down the road.
    But first, run.

  • eulogylover 101w

    Agree?

    Culture?
    Family?
    Tradition?
    Peers?
    No it's finally the thoughts that shape you!
    ©eulogylover

  • crissi 105w

    Lamenting our death

    Tonight I cry and ache for you

    I yearn for what we were

    I weep for what we will never be

    I shed tears for once trusting you

    For they warn you about lovers

    But never about the heartbreak

    That is the loss of a best friend

    This our eulogy where our story ends

    The death of the illusion of who

    I once thought you were and

    Of what I thought we could be

    ©crissi

  • bhagyashreejena 111w

    Heartbreaks are not beautiful.

    They aren't pretty or poetic.
    Infact they are like eulogies.
    The ones that you write for yourself.



    ©bhagyashreejena

  • theemopoet 121w

    My cursor blinks,
    As I begin to write,
    But I'm numb,
    Numb to only think,
    Of you,
    Of me,
    And of us.
    And every prose,
    That I push forth,
    Ends up in a depressing,
    Eulogy,
    Of you,
    Of me,
    And of us.

    ©theemopoet

  • _flow803_ 124w

    M.O.M. 2

    She was as sweet as the melodies to one of her songs; since day one she welcomed me with open arms, and treated me as if I was one of her own. / She kept a cold drink for me every time I would visit, simply exquisite; if you messed with one of hers she would quickly get livid. / It ain’t hard to paint the picture vivid when you lived it; even though she’s gone physically she’s still here with us

  • _flow803_ 124w

    M.O.M.

    The Mother of the Mother of my children was always willin’; to do any and everything for all of her children. / Her presence was a present, her impact is a reflection of the people that’s within this building; if you’re hurting, I was asked to give you some healing. / Beautiful soul, as colorful as a beautiful rose; selfless countless times over herself others were chose. / Beautiful glow, from her head down to her beautiful toes; photogenic always ready to strike a beautiful pose. / Her skills in the kitchen deserve