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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 Jenna Logan |
Categories: grief, lost love,


From swaying branches, russet leaves are swept fluttering like butterflies, descending For their demise and for lost love, I wept in sorrow, I admit ours is ending No use in denying or pretending The causes are vague and remain untold Vows will be broken, 'to have and to hold' Teardrops will flow when I whisper "goodbye" Grief makes me shiver; my hands, icy cold A gathering of clouds darkens the sky August 7th, 2020 Pick-A-Title Vol 21 - Dizain Contest Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: courage, death, father, grief, husband, soldier, son,

Cynthia's Desperate Cry

Not all the soldiers have returned home,
even the owling wind has a reason to weep;
Cynthia's legs start to shake, she had little sleep,
her dark hair is flapping, pain chills to the bone,

And this heart-torn mother hides her tear-drenched face
within her cold hands lamenting his loss and wit;  
Robert left years ago to serve his country with grit,
wearing a boldface admired by all for its enduring grace. 

" Son, you honored commitment and valor more than life, 
and in giving it up for a nobel cause you earned your glory;
I wanted to embrace you and feel the same joy of your wife:
four arms hugging you making that moment last an eternity."

" Brenda couldn't come to greet you, she's expecting your baby
and she always wished he would have those gorgeous, cheerful eyes
and the charming smile of a caring dad who was called for duty;
we expected to hug a joyful son and husband, not to bear sad news." 

Poem Details | by Tom Valles |
Categories: bereavement, blessing, celebration, god, heaven, home, jesus,

Finally Home

When the heavy air has lifted
Our existence fully gifted
Gravity has lost its hold
And every color newly bold.
When earthly thoughts evaporate
New joys to forever anticipate.
Wonders unending, His love everywhere
We will cast every crown before Him there.
Every element tainted by sin’s dark curse
Will be left on earth, along with thirst.
Restoration of things, we knew not were missing
Perfection in Christ, no purpose for wishing.
The temporal pain, no match for the glory
No loss, only gain is the plot of His story.
Heaven is free if we only receive it.
The burden of sin, Christ already relieved it!
A simple confession, “I’ve sinned my Lord!”
Signs the deed to a home you could never afford.
Freely He offers, freely He gives
On earth and in Heaven He made you to LIVE!

Poem Details | by Beth Evans |
Categories: america, car, celebrity, death, political, wife,

Less Famous

When J. F. Kennedy died,
I was travelling in a car
To a job in the countryside,
That was not especially far.

The car radio was quite clear
When J. F. Kennedy died,
It was easy enough to hear
Of political homicide,

Otherwise assassination,
For which no one was ever tried,
When J. F. Kennedy died,
Creating fascination.

He had been in a car, like me,
With wife Jacqueline by his side,
But I was less famous than he,
When J. F. Kennedy died.

Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: destiny, grief, wisdom,


Suffering is the lot of those who wisdom seek!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
     07 August 2020

Poem Details | by Beth Evans |
Categories: death, family, father, grandfather, grandmother, mother,

Grandfather's Death

My grandfather committed suicide,
He was too unhappy to confide,
He dosed himself with arsenic to die:
He was found in his truck by the roadside.

My mother remembered the day he died,
Recalling that sad day without pride,
Grandmother had thought something was wrong,
She thought poor Henry had something to hide.

Family tears had to be quickly dried,
Grandmother was now her girls' sole guide,
She was a very capable woman,
But her courage had been most sorely tried.

My mother was soon to become a bride,
Happy to be by my father's side,
While Grandfather's death passed into legend,
Carried down on the historical tide.

Poem Details | by Beth Evans |
Categories: abuse, death, emotions, sorrow,

Lost To The Wind

Lost to the wind were his agonised pleas,
Falling on the deafness of a stone wall,
He had been pushed ungently to his knees,
He should have known this trouble would befall,
Soon now his body on the ground would sprawl:
A rifle was pointed straight at his head,
At any second now he would be dead,
He was a captive in a lawless land,
Where brutality for years had been bred,
He had been captured by a vicious band.

"Strand New 18"
Brian Strand

Poem Details | by megan swell |
Categories: angst, death, introspection, religion,

Ars Moriendi


I know nothing of these faithful.
I’m quiet and I’m careful
in a world composed of people
transmuting body into temple.
Finding god to them is simple,
but I'm just lost among their steeples.

A two thousand year lie-
there's nothing when we die.
There’s no reason. There’s no why.
It stops.
No whimper. No bang. No sigh.
We bleed we rage we cry.
Still we scream to still the sky.

There’s no such thing as worst or best.
It’s all subjective to the rest.
Be easy, 
slide on by.
Life is not a test.
A soul must exist to be weighed by death.
Hearts march on in every chest.
Define your redemption. 
Breathe your own breath.
In the end when nothing is left?
ars moriendi ars vivendi est

Poem Details | by Kristie Raburn |
Categories: 8th grade, birthday, death of a friend, eulogy, family, girl, hurt,

Anna Hanson Died

Anna Hanson died on her birthday,  
“She had a seizure, swallowed her tongue.”
three hours before her 13th year had begun.

“What is epilepsy?” We needed to know.
Pretty packages, ribbons and bows,
Never to be enjoyed ... like forgotten cake

No birthday...just a wake. 
… no gifts required...
Her party dress became burial attire

Joining her parents,
we will never forget 
that a long life is quickly shortened by death. 

The cruelty of life bloomed at twelve.
Breaking our fragile protective shells
Becoming a teen ager is harder for some.

Poem Details | by Aditi Mishra |
Categories: analogy, death, life,

Last Breath

As dark storms roar, on numb biting floor his fears soar,
masked monsters crawl in painful sprawl of chilling squall
in his abode, winter showed then memories flowed.
Familiar gloom creeps in the room; a hazy fume,
war mistakes, a secret shakes while his courage breaks
a struggling moth, blood red froth staining his white cloth.
An ember glow, his hopes flow striding across snow
lighting a fire, dreams desire to reach higher,
a soothing touch his fingers clutch reviving much
anxieties cease, cells release his soul in peace.

August 6, 2020

Keen Observation I Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Funom Makama

Poem Details | by Kristie Raburn |
Categories: age, angst, conflict, dad, depression, emotions, grief,

Lost Memories

Like a chalk drawing after the rain 
His memories are blurry now
Only shadowy images stay
Where faded colors remain

Age is not a promise of happiness
The mind can't always contain
Forgetting family and loved ones
Brings sorrow, confusion and pain

His life only a vague reflection
Like a chalk drawing after the rain

Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: death, heaven,

Our Home Of Rest

In mausoleum, home of rest-
   the afterlife on earth, 
our souls will watch from heaven's nest-
   the remnants from our birth.

August 06, 2020

Premiere Contest: Rithimus Divisa 4
Sponsor: Gregory R Bardin

Four Lines From My Poem- "Together, Bring Us"
Posted August 22, 2016

Poem Details | by Constance La France |
Categories: child, death, love,

The Song Has Ended

I sang such a sweet lullaby, when our son had to say goodbye; I see him as a butterfly, oh, I ask God why, why, why, why! _____________________________ August 6, 2020 Excerpt from my poem Woebegone Love, posted October 9, 2019 Submitted to the contest, Rithimus Divisa 4 sponsor, Gregory R Barden

Poem Details | by Mark Koplin |
Categories: death,

Three Second Miracle

All life has a hidden secret
some of you may or may not know
There are miracles all around us
We all get one before we go
It’s a truly amazing gift
handed down from up above
It’s our last three seconds here on Earth
when God shows us, we are truly loved
Once our heart stops beating
time as we know it, no longer applies
There are no words that could ever explain it
but trust me, you’ll be pleasantly surprised
Within this three second miracle
you will experience every emotion known to man
All fear and pain will leave your body
don’t try to understand it, none of us can
This poem is not fiction
I’ll now explain so you understand
My life ended ten years ago
I briefly stepped outside of this mortal land
I was thirty-nine years young
a heart attack caused me to code
I experienced first-hand this miracle
then I was brought back for reasons untold.

August 6,2020
Strand Completely New (18) , Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand

Poem Details | by Jamie Anderson |
Categories: dark, grief, love hurts,


I’ve been walking this road such a long time we run parallel but you turn the other way.Can’t I even have this one thing?
I used to shine bright but now the embers are dying and blowing away.My one wish is happiness but will you permit even a smile to bridge our way back all I have is a prayer it’s quiet and still will it take flight or die in a cage?
I shiver in this cold you have let take over everything the truth is hidden behind kind words but do they mean anything when it comes from a vipers lips?
Winding down like a doll this road is to long can I gather the strength from yesterday and keep going or will I turn back even the time to the beginning?
Please look my way I’m Drowning in tears while your back is turned even this prayer is not enough to gather you in my arms one more time 
Please look this way

Poem Details | by Constance La France |
Categories: grief, love,

Lost To The Wind

There is not a moment that my grief fades, for you are with me every single day; I try to pretend but sorrow cascades_ I stroll holding a wildflower bouquet, through the ornate cemetery archway; I have come again Mom to speak with you_ After your death my heart and soul withdrew, I talk but my words are- lost to the wind; my life changed when I kissed your lips adieu, and now love and grief is forever twinned_ __________________________ August 5, 2020 Written for the contest, Pick-A-Title, Vol 21 - Dizain sponsor, Edward Ibeh Theme chosen #5 Lost To The Wind Rhyming verified on RhymeZone Syllables verified on HowManySyllable

Poem Details | by Gavin Williams |
Categories: bible, christian, cry, death of a friend, emotions, funeral, god,


Come walk with me O'lord
Guide me from the dark, 
Clear me of sinful thoughts
"Under the midday sky". 

Christ, whose glory fills the sky
As Charles Wesley remarks, 
Son of righteousness, arise
"Under the midday sky". 

Fill my heart with love and joy
And expel all the dark, 
Guide me through the turmoil
"Under the midday sky". 

In your hands I give my trust
Comfort me in your heart, 
Let love replace the lust
"Under the midday sky".

Poem Details | by Newton Ranaweera |
Categories: confusion, daughter, fear, grief, inspiration,

Shut doors, Dear

Shut all thy sensuous doors: 
Eyes, ears, mouth in thy mortal town
Shut all doors, and draw blinds down,
For thou live now in a world of wars. 

Shut thy eyes: thy front doors
That Oedipus shut forever for his shame
Of the dreadful deeds done, and his name;
Shut thou them down to oust biting sores.

Shut thy ears: thy two side gates
And all side doors and windows and blinds
To stop the flood of wild, bemoan in minds
That has drowned trails, rails and thy mates.     

Shut them all and other gates too, 
So thou may not behold how they trail 
Hundreds of dead bodies; how they bewail
And plead dear hands to hold and say adieu.   

(Enclosed Rhyme)

Contest: 'Be Inspired' Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Date: August 4, 2020 

Poem Details | by Dave Collins |
Categories: anxiety, bereavement, fear, science, sick, society,

Pandemics box

Anaesthetised breaths
buoyant virus differentials
black blood isolations

Poem Details | by Sally Zaragoza |
Categories: death, eulogy, fear, funeral,

Covid The Reaper

Covid 19 
The reaper

Lives cut short
Families grow smaller
Children experience 
the unimaginable
Mom Dad have no answers
why is this happening
What does shelter in place mean, essential
Why cant i go to school
why is mom home and crying more
Dad is worried, he sure is cranky
sometimes we have fun let loose but we know
the reaper is out there its just a matter of time they say.

The news is constantly updating the breaking news
more lives lost

The reaper is here, a lovely couple now a lonely single, Anniversary now a memorial no one can attend. Days will be cut short are these those days
the reaper is here

Poem Details | by Chathuri Gamage |
Categories: black african american, death, discrimination, easter, evil, racism, war,

I Can't Breathe

Blasting cities with
Innocent crowds...
	"I can't breathe.."
	Screamed, the humanity..
Shattered shrine on
a day, so divine...
	"I can't breathe.."
	Yelled, the humanity..
Tearful lass before the
drooling hounds..
	"I can't breathe.."
	Cried, the humanity..
Silenced giant under
racist beasts...
	"I can't breathe.."
	Murmured, the humanity..
On the verge of extinction
yearning for life...
	"I can't breathe.."
	Gasped, the humanity..

Poem Details | by Sam Kauffman |
Categories: angst, grief, hope,

If Only, I Wish, Maybe

If Only…I Wish…Maybe…

If only…
Shards of shame
Lay splintered
In unresolved pieces –
Bits of crystal intentions

I wish…
Minutes of regret
Not revived – 
Living unreachable 
In lifeless echoes sighing
No resuscitation…

In a whirlwind
A tornado
Uproots shallow graves 
Screams at the unknowable

Yeah but…
Expletives excuse -
Bargains with
The blank face of denial
Unrelenting tears of truth -
Pacing energy…

A star at midnight -
A wishing star -
Bends down in prayer
Points to a northern light
Always there…

Could it be…
Time makes a way - 
From ashes of stone -
Grace has its own mission


Poem Details | by Kevin Moran |
Categories: america, conflict, culture, grief, race, social, society,

The News and You

The news has stopped showing the pain
Back to regularly scheduled programming
The millions who shared Black Lives Matter
Are proud of the difference they made
Back to trends and sharing gifs and memes
While lives are still being fought for
On the front lines
Black siblings are still being murdered tonight
The news and you return that blind eye.

Poem Details | by Jo Daniel |
Categories: girl, grief, soldier,

Grieving Girl

She hid her face in her fragile hands, 
Crying at what he did to her heart, 
They'd promised never to stay apart,
But he had gone to faraway lands, 

She did not know when he would return, 
Memories of him flooded her mind, 
Their intimate lives were intertwined,
For his well being, her heart did yearn,

Would he die out there or come back safe?
Being a soldier was not easy,
Without him near her, she felt queasy,
Like an orphaned child or a lone waif,

She held her feeble heart in her hands,
Her ebony hair flying around,
She wished he would come back safe and sound,
Her grief felt deep by her flying strands.


Contest: Be inspired 
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh

Poem Details | by Beth Evans |
Categories: bereavement, death, friend, war,

When The War Ends

If we meet again when the war ends,
I suppose we'll discuss the campaign,
Pretending we'd seen all its trends
If we meet again.

No matter how many have been slain,
We will agree that so much depends
On what we had been  hoping to gain.

Although we will regret losing friends,
Eventually we will maintain
A good man his country defends,
If we meet again.