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claire Aug 2019
if i died tonight, would you miss me?
would you say nice things at the funeral
and tell people i had a beautiful soul
or would you tell them that my thoughts were troubled
and you helped to calm the waters

would you tell them i died too young
or would you say that i had plans for living
would you say how i always looked on the bright side
or would you explain that i had a dark side
only you could see

would you recall the memory of the day we met
or would you tell them the pieces we shared
talk about the first time we kissed
or the first time you asked if i was okay

if i died tonight, i'd want you to be honest
just don't give all the good parts away
thinking about what people would say about me if I died right now. especially one person, who knows me better than almost anyone. wondering if they would gloss over my rough bits and paint me as a blank angel-fairy child.
Paul Kgaje Jul 2019
Goodnight, Sunrise
I sit and ponder of time,
The frequent echoing tiks and toks that rings 'though each unique.
The rude awakenings in love disguised as hate.
Your perfect strength to warm up the coldest days.
Your love expressed in many ways.

A tree with so much to give,
Not just the the food we eat but the care we need.
With disregard to time and how it shifts,
Our eyes be blind but our hearts will see.
Today's night allows for tomorrow's day.

You are the Sunrise that our hearts will see,
You are the Sunrise that our skin will feel,
You are the Sunrise in our minds you remain,
And 'though tonight seems unfair, tomorrow your light will bring care.
A poem about loss of a symbol of strength
neth jones Jul 2019


Been drinkin’ The Devil

but ****** run dry

I’ve drunk to his memory

and thirst after his family


I attended the funeral

pretended to cry

approached the open bar

and began to pry my luck

Bartender was most generous

Said he once was the Devils’ mascot

he poured me something unfamiliar

I awoke

scratching the inside of the casket


                         - i think I’m gonna be sick
Spelling has been corrected and minor alterations made, where the obvious intent and what was written deviated.
Elijah Lee Jul 2019
They would miss me
Mourn their loss

On the bed of death
I stay

Dressed up pretty
With friends around

Tear filled faces
Filled with frowns
roumen Jun 2019
Nobody coming to my funeral.
Friday.
Cold .
Dark.
Sticky..
Air is cutting my throat.
Sharp.
Shiny.
Pain.
Saturday.
My soul bleeding slowly .
Sunday.
Red.
Warm.
Thick .
Maybe I will see you soon.
Light.
Noise.
Talk.
Monday.
Funeral. ..
Is that my funeral??
No ..
...it is my life...
my mother passed away recently ...
Ken Pepiton Jun 2019
this is what comes next,
we have learned
to wait for
this.
https://youtu.be/WgZmtLlqVBI Dr. Joe Dispenza
blackbiird May 2019

i'm not scared of dying.
i'm scared of not knowing who will be at my funeral.

Emma May 2019
Casket of regrets of
A man with a bad past whose
life has gone to death
Final one for my school final art project for now
Nico Reznick May 2019
It's the first time I've ever
bought you flowers;
I only realise this
when I'm minutes away
from your funeral.
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