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Choosing Poems for Eulogies, Funerals, etc.

When selecting poems about death, you may choose one that was the deceased’s favorite. Your decision may be determined by your interaction with the person who has died. He/she might have had one poem that he/she liked and choosing it for the funeral or epitaph could be the best celebration of life for the dead.

You may select a poem that evokes the spirit of the dead person; one that focuses on their qualities or outlook on life. You can also choose a poem that focuses on your love for the person who has died.

Your choice of poems about death may be determined by the mood you want to create. After the death of a person, many people feel the loss. You may use a poem to acknowledge this death. Alternatively, you may use it to set a mood of optimism. Therefore, you may choose a poem based on how you want people to take the loss or remember the person.

New Poems About Death

Poem Details | by Jeff W. Watson |
Categories: allegory, allusion, analogy, day, death, metaphor, storm,

AT Days End

I ride a pale horse
Mr. Time has come for me
Days end requiem

Through wind and cold rain
Teeming hard on road and steed
I make my way home

Poem Details | by Beth Evans |
Categories: death, men, soldier,

All For It


The men were willing to be drilling,
For the killing soon would be thrilling.

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: death,

Final Comfort

cradling her boy's bruised limp body - she croons

his favorite lullaby

for the very last time

Jan. 14, 2021
For Line Gauthier's 20-Word Max - Do It With Feeling Poetry Contest

Poem Details | by Beth Evans |
Categories: death, destiny, nonsense, parody,

Death, Be Not Loud

Death, be not loud, for undoubtedly,
That would be a mighty dreadful way to go,
If something noisy from either end should flow,
Imagine how embarrassing it would be!

It is not a picture I want anyone to see,
Though some would take pleasure in it, I know -
Just wait till it's their turn, the so-and-sos,
See if they can quit with any delicacy.

Thou art slave to peculiar noises now and then,
Accompanied, I fear, by a horrid smell,
And such may be my fate, for who can tell?
So don't go puffing yourself up again,
And don't you put me to sleep too nastily,
If you do, you'll get what-for, wise guy!

Apologies to John Donne

Poem Details | by Kurt Philip Behm |
Categories: death,

Only The Dead

The drums have restarted,
the chanters proclaim

The dancers with coup sticks
in shadows remain

The flames burn in tribute
to death songs before

Because only the dead
—know the end of war

(Radnor Pennsylvania: January, 2021)

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: angst, anxiety, death, emotions, feelings, imagery, love,

I Tremble

Desperately clasping your hand

               I tremble

at the thought

               of letting go;

watching, as the life drains,

               from your eyes.



20-word max - do it with feeling Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
(20 words)

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: funeral, grief,

lockdown lament

Sue can’t travel to her mother’s funeral… so she grieves via zoom 20-word max - do it with feeling Poetry Contest Sponsored by Line Gauthier 01/14/21

Poem Details | by Indiana Shaw |
Categories: freedom, moving on, muse,

Swedish Death Cleaning


"if you can't fit it all into your coffin, just chuck it in the bin"

Indiana Shaw . . . : )

"Things to do before you die" . . . 

Poem Details | by augustine Ogoegbunam Eseke |
Categories: absence, allusion, bereavement, betrayal, children, death, devotion,

Departure at dawn

You departed at dawn
And have never come back
Leaving our little Angels
To the vagaries of a loveless world
I remember the years gone by
We dared dream dreams
Many we realized and cherished
Others have remained but dreams
Come back to us my darling
The world is cold without you
Our little pieces of heaven are in quandary
Standing daily before your lifeless portrait
Come back to us my love
Let our befuddled damsels live again
Come back an restore our existence
Cause life without you is hell on earth

Poem Details | by Chamath Gunathilaka |
Categories: 12th grade, anxiety, death, grief, life,

Man Who Died in Most Happy in the World

Then he was born
To the poorest of the world
Alone in a ragged torn
All as the summer's cold

He grew up
With the down dawn in down
His hand was crazed broken sup
In the little corner of town

Schools were free of him
Churches were free of him
His life, the light was dim
And trashes where he dip

In his front, a park was laid
Loving birds were there, and then
Though he tried all left vain
He was there, longing pain

Pain of hunger, he was aged
Life in thunder, a bird who caged
Searched for a ditch, hoping bread
Then was bewitched, where he dead.

Poem Details | by David Kavanagh |
Categories: allegory, allusion, atheist, creation, death, humanity, life, truth,

I the undersigned

The concrete we walk upon
The rock face we just climbed 
It’s all just solidified dust
That somehow found design 

The grass in meadows below 
The trees in forests behind 
It’s all just carbon atoms 
That somehow recombined

The water in our oceans 
The oxygen our lungs refine
It’s all just gaseous elements
That’s somehow in decline 

The space in our cosmos 
The conscience in our minds
It’s all just part of being alive 
That somehow dies over time 

The belief in redemption 
The heaven we wish to find 
It’s all just hopes and prayers 
That somehow this poem is blind. 

David kavanagh

Poem Details | by Debra Debek |
Categories: history, introspection, poems, poetry, words,

Death to Rhyme

Where are all the rhyming poems

A sentence of imprisonment inside a world 
of unmarked tombs 

inside the womb 
that echoes out 
I think that I shall never see 
a poem as lovely as a tree...

The tree has lost its eyes 
Now shadow shaped silhouettes
A posthumous disguise

Stretching out at moments 
I am unprepared to hear
Instead of gliding through 
to warmly fill my ears

With vision plucked 
and footsteps stuck 
Will I ever dance again?
Without the muse, 
can the artist 
simply just pretend? 

miles to go before I sleep...
No easy wind 
and downy flake
For-telling of a 
carefully etched mistake

My mind once graced 
with pleasured rhyme
each step I can retrace

A staggered life 
to a wandering horse 
To search the endless trails 
For his sole lost rider 
what a harrowing
and sad travail !

Poem Details | by John Watt |
Categories: death, longing, loss,

I Made Your Bed

I made your bed today, the sheets still smell like you      I don't dare wash them

Written 12 Jan 2021
20-word max - do it with feeling Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier

Poem Details | by Krish Radhakrishna |
Categories: anger, anxiety, conflict, death,


slow tears of broken hearts,
deathly silence of lost war,
screams of mother in labour,
emotions we suffer or savour!

Written 13/Jan/2021
Line Gauthier sponsor
20 words maximum do it with feeling
poetry contest

Poem Details | by Howard Kerr |
Categories: angst, art, dark, deep, emotions, grave, irony,

Worst Suspicions Confirmed

Damning report points
finger red-faced rogues flee now
the witch-hunt begins!

NB This is a dark wry tale with hints of humour and irony about reports in general.
Perhaps a story about fraud or financial oversight.

Date created and submitted : January 13 th 2021

       Contest : Senyru - Humorous Satirical or Dark Poetry 

       Sponsor : Tania Kitchin

Poem Details | by Jeff W. Watson |
Categories: bereavement, death, death of a friend, destiny, grief, life, loss,

The Old Country Cemetery

I wandered down an old country lane
A shadowy stroll into the past
An old cemetery laid still in the shade
A resting place at last

Here, long ago, and old church had stood
But some time past, had burned to the ground
Yielding it's guardianship to the wood
That had grown up fast all around

Men, women and children interred within this hallowed ground
Have long since turned to dust
But the grey grave stones and white crosses are still found
They bear their memories a tribute just

Beloved husband, beloved son
Beloved daughter, beloved wife
On these stones and crosses as one
Written the last page of life...

Poem Details | by Soleil Mitchell |
Categories: death, pain,

Make it stop

Like an endless death 
Every day I feel as if I’m deteriorating 
I can feel my soul degrading 
Make it stop

I’m getting mad
It hurts too much
Like 1000 paper cuts and such
Make it stop

The mask that has to go up
In order to get through the day
I want it all to go away
Make it stop

The pain of opening my eyes
My patience is growing thin
The lack of emotion is growing in
Make it stop.

Poem Details | by Redempta ASIFIWE |
Categories: death,

Too Late

One day
It will be too late
To sing that song,
To write that letter,
To send that gift,
To say that prayer...

One day
It will be too late 
To do everything you wanted to do but didn't
And you won't realize it until then 
Because one day
You will breathe your last
And you won't see that coming.

Poem Details | by Danae Griffin |
Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 9th grade, absence, addiction, death,


I come from broken glass and tv shows.
From love filled lies and budweiser cans.
Police Lights and Shouting.
I am from broken vows.
Loving spouses, that left and didn’t come back until the next day.
I come from dead grandparents and tears.
Hospice Hours and Hospital visits.
Crosses and Blessed Oil.
I come from forced religion, the holy trinity. 
Broken Promises and Grieving fathers. 
Long school days with no friends, like movies without popcorn. 
I come from teen pregnancy and fighting to get a degree.
I come from success and pain. 

Poem Details | by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories: death, imagination,


Reality leaves a lot to the imagination        John Lennon

IMAGINING ONLY WHAT I REMEMBER abrupt the falling cord’s tight and coiled serpent hiss reality reverberates into space imagination makes haste fetal position tethered to a voice uttering no relief potentiality death a bright room the cheerfulness of white walls and too white gown and death cheerfulness you say It keeps our feet from walking verified distance has its pride reality’s long standing in shadow’s neverland his form’s always there stretched ‘cross the bed i’m scared to approach her purse in suspended animation while they dance i long to go back and see him but my imagination won’t bring me there
1/13/2021 Sponsor: Emile Pinet Contest: Suzette Prime HMS verifies prime numbers

Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: anger, angst, anxiety, blue, conflict, death, feelings,

To Lethe

Longing grips me-—
a familiar fire in contact
with parched debris—

Your eyes glaze over 
and you turn away.

Within moments,
the last of my spirits 
have gone to Hades.

Ashamed, I turn over 
while tears trickle
into my pillow.

This new fire consumes me—
—it is a thought: I want you—
But surely I am unwanted...
and to Lethe, I escape. 

Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: grief, heartbroken,

crusheth silent cries

Thy music plays till the twelfth of nev'r, 
i carryeth grief with thy heart f'rev'r.  
i shall loveth thee as i doth as timeth flies, 
soft songs of springeth until f'rev'r dies.  
this muffl'd lodging of thy death done sev'r 
a did beat brancheth to thy lasteth breath endeav'r. 
sublime, vigilance amb'r sunset riseth,
m'rrow's m'rning darkness, crusheth silent cries


Poem Details | by Sarita Milliner |
Categories: angel, appreciation, bereavement, cousin, death, feelings, memory,

Precious Memories

In Memory of My Cousin “Harold Andrew Warfield Jr.”

Precious Memories
I got some disturbing news, just the other day,
A calm voice whispered, “Little Harold has passed away.”
I blurted out the questions, “what, when, where, and how?”
Then through silent thoughts I asked, Lord, why him, why now?
It wasn’t but a brief moment, before a response came through,
“His earthly body was getting tired, and the Doctors, had no clue.”
“So I took him up into my arms, and carried him to his home anew!”
Although, I will miss him dearly, I truly understand,
That he will forever be resting, in Our Mighty Fathers Hands.
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner, 1/12/21

Poem Details | by John Watt |
Categories: death, death of a friend,

John Gone

JFK, Lennon, now Winged Warrior another John gone too soon
// You made us laugh, cry, and smile - how we all miss you. RIP ^WW^ // Written 11 Jan 2021 Tease a Friend Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Bobby May

Poem Details | by armstrong anyakem |
Categories: child, conflict, death, philosophy, wisdom, youth,


my father told me once
life, my boy, is give and take
—never forget! and he was still

promptly my teenage mind
set to work and i reasoned:
what mean philosophy
to give and to
expect in return. what about
philanthropy? is charity
what will Socrates think?
clearly the old man’s logic
was flawed. . .

thirty years later here i stand
in the churchyard, a grown man
having scaled the slippery wall
of life and met with many a fall
my unclean feet paused here at last
beside a grave i’ve seen before
to right a wrong i did in the past
just that and nothing more
just that and nothing more