Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
You are attending your first funeral. Write a poem about the experience and how it makes you feel.
Choose a specific style of poetry that would be suitable for this prompt.
Writings
Time Stood Still
I still remember that house on the hill, there was a fenced in pool and another fence that went around the back yard. When we parked I always felt I’d roll off the hill, once we walked up the stone path we had to be careful not to let out paten and Baxter the two identical dogs
I remember sitting with you on the hill eating lunch and talking about finding the difference between the dogs. I remem...
Funeral
Not everyone is wearing black.
I thought black represented death, mourning, respect towards the person you lost.
Old ladies have crumpled tissues in hand
Smiling as tears build in their eyes.
All hushed voices, like making a loud noise will wake up the deceased.
Kids are quite, but they don’t know why.
They play with the dolls their parents brought to distract them from the somber event.
Somber...
 Salt
I was blind to your face, to the way,
Your browse furrowed, and to the pain,
In your eyes, beautiful and brimming,
Blind to your clinched fists.
I was deaf to the words,
That spewed from gridded teeth,
Deaf to The pleas and the warnings, and to,
The inevitable silence.
“You’ll miss me when I’m gone, “ you said,
But I, so blind, so deaf and dumb,
Cocooned in my own existence,
Poure...
Goodbye ?
They weep.
He sleeps.
Eyes teary.
Hearts weary.
I’m confused but aware.
My aunt who’s a tomboy cloaked in feminine wear.
I’m aware but confused.
My uncle who never cries is using tissues.
They weep.
He sleeps.
Eyes teary.
Hearts weary.
I’m confused but aware.
My hand is pulled and I rise from my chair.
I’m aware but confused.
I am told it is time to say goodbye, I see no issue.
They weep.
He sle...
Standing
Sorrow fills the air
And black crows circling above
The bouquet of roses
In your hands
Do you know that I am here?
Standing at the doorstep
Of what used to be
Praying for the time back
Standing waiting for them
To fade to black
To wake up and see
You next to me
My voice breaks as I
Give the speech
Of early mornings
And late nights
How it wasn’t enough
How I wish to hear your laugh
Best fr...
Rest (In Peace)
Our hearts beat in tandem,
pressed tight in a hug.
Just last week you could feel,
my skin gripping yours.
But souls are not tangible,
as im often a fool to believe.
You have left your vessel,
abandoned in the ground.
An empty husk left to stare,
yet destined to never see.
Those eyes once so full,
duller than the wood.
Honoring your just gone life,
feels wrongly premature.
When I still f...
First Funeral
It was my great grandad’s
Though I hardly knew him.
We went to London for a few days.
The only thing I can remember is getting my hair caught in a boy’s shirt button.
He was in the row in front of me.
His shirt was light blue.
Plaid.
Button up.
I can’t remember his name but he looked familiar.
My five year old self whispered
“Sorry, sorry, mommy help me”
As my grandfather was giving a eulog...
First Funeral
There she is, my best friend,
Now a stranger
Laid in a box like something
You’d buy at a butcher’s counter,
Wrapped up nicely
In her finest clothes
I halt at the entranceway
Take a deep breath
Remembering the times
We’ve had - some good
Some bad - hands atremble
What would you say to me now?
How would we twist this to ensure
We’d be able to face the truth?
But I, alone, gather my stre...
Loss Of A Loved One
People coming and going.
Black and white suits, and dresses.
Coming to tell me words, that I can’t hear.
I am confused, yet I know something has happened.
The room is big and the people are in grief.
Little me has no idea what the casket means.
My father picks me up and I get a first look her.
My great grandmother lies in it paler than ever.
Her arms cross on each other, and she lies comfortably...