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Death Poems About Sugar

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Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: grief, simile,

No Sugar

Sickness sucks the sugar off
Tongues tied to thoughts of tomorrow
If the ingredients don't add up
I search for a cup to borrow
Lost souls left in a breezless meadow
Waiting for a seed to sprout
Can't you hear my shout
Languished and left in peace
Gripping ghosts of past deceased
Sticking the sick with crosses denied 
Why do I      anymore       try

Poem Details | by Tom Wright |
Categories: death, mother,

Sugar Cakes and Flour Sacks

Memories of Sugar Cakes & Flour Sacks Written: by Tom Wright 9/1/99 Sitting in prayer at Mothers door As she lay in deepest sleep. Her face, embedded with hand prints of time, Told of a life, upon reflection, That made me weep. Near her bedside death had crept Which would not be denied. Life hadn't prepared me for this hour, And all to soon she'd pass, Once again I prayed and cried. Void of suffering her ship quietly sailed Far beyond the rolling tide. Now hand in hand with Jesus, Our Mother, of Sugar Cakes & Flour Sacks Had crossed to Jordan's other side.

Poem Details | by B. Joseph Fitzsimons |
Categories: corruption, death, depression,

Sugar Sarcophagus

Squatting in the insouciant syrup of a somber solid sucrose,
I’m cemented in a molasses morose and its lipogenic fructose.

The glucose gathers as regurgitated nectar barfed by a buzzing swarm,
And what’s inside is fossilized into a saccharine sticky form.

Alas, an amber chamber for a saprophagous future,
Entombs me in my own sarcophagus sealed with a sugar suture.

In this honeycomb crumbling catacomb that captures those who enter,
I’m licked away like a lollipop with a parasitic center.

For all that’s left inside of me has soured into a rotten pile of litter,
As all that’s sweat outside my skin conceals the inner bitter.