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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 Jenish Somadas |
Categories: death, lost love, war,

Flashlight

Ah! Drop your prejudice and hear
I lost my love, fortnights ago
My weeping tears dried-up
Searching for my last name.
With solo flashlight wandering 
Among scattered droplets of war.


Date of Entry : 25-05-20
Contest : HEXASTICH IT Poetry Contest
Sponsor : nette onclaud


Poem Details | by Tammy O'Leary |
Categories: dark, depression, grief, sad,

Dark Cloud

I feel like I'm starting to fall 
Back into that place again 
The place that I try to hide from
That place I dislike being in 

I'm not sure of the why, or how
I just feel that familiar return
Of the dark cloud that comes from nowhere
And makes happiness hard to discern

It resembles a feeling of grief
The heaviness weighs in my heart 
I dont even know what triggered it
Or how to make it depart 

Healthy coping is my challenge
Thoughts and feelings I need to pursue
And then I need to remember 
That the only way out is through 

So if all I can manage is self-care
And the patience to muddle my way
This gloomy phase won't last forever 
And tomorrow's a brand new day

May 24, 2020


Poem Details | by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories: celebrity, death, music, remember,

Legends of Twenty-Seven

Jimi's groovy guitar leaps
Psychedelic anthem beats
Certainly a broader reach
Than what banal mainstreams seek

Janis sang in passion rough
Too much for the upper crust
Voice of insistence and rush
Love songs with a gritty touch

Jim's strange doors opened destined
Music of scant time's lessons
Fallen stars burn in legend
Breathless at twenty-seven

5/24/20

For 'Genuine Englyns' contest
Sponsor: Beth Evans






Poem Details | by V. Deepa |
Categories: cry, dark, deep, fear, grief, heartbroken, pain,

Transferring My emotions to an Object


               Eyes
            pour my
         pain always
        to the pillow. 
     Upon bed it lies..
       hearing faintly
         to my deep
          distressed
              Cries.

24-5-2020

Note:*Ninette poetry Contest*
Sponsored by Emile Pinet.


Poem Details | by Lillian Twolsky |
Categories: death, death of a friend, depression, grief, sad, song, sorrow,

Sympathy Cards

I'm falling apart,
Started from my heart,
Went to my brain,
Locked me in chains.

 "Everything's gonna be okay"
What are you trying to say?
Broken house, broken home,
Broken heart, broken song,
Is all gonna go away?

I'm trying real hard,
To read the sympathy cards,
But just can't let you go,
Just can't let me know.

 "I'm sorry for your loss"
Trying not to get really cross
I'm sorry, sympathy,
This one's from Tennessee.
Is this gonna help?

The rain starts coming down,
Try not show my frown,
But it's there,
Cuz it's not fair.

"They're in a better place"
What a thing to say!
They're in heaven,
That is leaven?
It doesn't help.

Maybe a song will play,
On the radio some day,
Quench the fire,
Lift me higher.

"Thank you for your card"
Won't be so hard,
Maybe I'll say good bye,
Finally mend my broken heart and fly.


Poem Details | by Surya Mishra |
Categories: anger, blessing, confidence, devotion, flower, grave, teen love,

Flower

Flower

I'm saying flower
I love you even if it hurt
Sometimes in God's head
Or sometimes on foot
again in your bed
Still I’m blowing in your yard.

I'm saying flower
No matter how hard you 
Even if you step on your feet
I do my duty
always blossoms in your yard.

I'm saying flower
Selfish man
Never mind
Never wear it again after use
Earning a income for me
auctioning me in market for his self gain
In spite of it forget and inflourenscence in your yard.

I'm saying flower
How you understand my mind
Once  use
I'm worried
Stampede under someone's feet
Still I’m blowing in your yard.

I'm saying flower
With all difficulties
I didn't tell anyone
Didn't strike on the street
As always, I still come today
It's fresh
I keep my word
Even today I blossom in your yard

I'm saying flower
I dance happily
It smells good all around me
The butterfly kissed me
The thief stole honey and stole honey
Still I’m blowing in the yard

CMA Surya Narayan Mishra

Poem Details | by Judy Ann Varghese |
Categories: depression, emotions, feelings, grief, heartbreak, hurt, longing,

Away from here

Far, far away from here
Desperately I long to be
And without a trace, disappear
Leaving behind the sad and lonely. 
I held you close and dear
Loving you relentlessly
Always wanting you near
Not a step away from me.
I'm sorry you couldn't engineer
My interests, thoughts and personality
And now I'm gripped with this fear
That for you, good enough I'll never be. 
And so like a leaf, mere
I yearn to be weightless and free
Blending into the wind and flee
Far, far away from here. 

Poem Details | by Judy Ann Varghese |
Categories: conflict, cry, depression, feelings, grief, how i feel, loneliness,

Alone

Do you ever feel
That you were better off alone?
Like, just entirely seal
Everyone away and you live alone?

'Cause in a group you call your own
If you begin to feel alone
And all the calls through the phone, 
Fake smiles and words, to hate, You've grown, 
They begin to sicken you to your bone. 

Family, relatives, friends, 
Are they all worthwhile? 
Or just phasic trends
We have for a while?

They love to guide and lead
And give you words of advice to heed
All in pretext of a 'good deed' 
But term your wishes as mere greed
And consider you like a filthy weed. 

Because you are but a stain
To their perfect reputation, 
Drowning you in misery and pain
Not seeing your trepidation. 

And so, from a gem that once shone, 
You realise now you're undeserving and torn, 
And all the sins you had ever borne, 
Haunt you and make you forlorn, 
While you remain in the darkness, alone.

Poem Details | by Jenish Somadas |
Categories: death, kiss, lonely, lost love,

Without a Parting Kiss

Running with the van of death, till her legs couldn't defeat the wheels
Lonely road in awful calmth, not a shoulder for cry and share
Covid hit her love went far, without even a parting kiss.

Poem Details | by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: death, health, prayer, satire,

Bow Your Head, 'Doctor'

Sing this to a cheerful melody:

How many people died today
   How many people died
How can you even sleep tonight
   Knowing you didn't cry

How many are on ventilators
   Fighting for every breath
Keeping your TV gig secure
   Their fights all end in death

How many tested positive
   How many cases today
Maybe instead of reading the news
   Just bow your head and pray

Poem Details | by Tamara Gabriel |
Categories: death, fate, lost love, pain, rain,

Rain

Sun, break through the rain,
The sky is torn by heavy clouds,
You don't look where you're going,
Just looking for where the sun is shining.

Falling rain washes away the covers,
Who kept the secrets of the past years.
We feel that we are not completely healthy,
You're holding the gun tight.

The rain reminded me of those prayers,
Which you've kept for years.
You haven't won every battle in your life.
It's time to learn to say "No".

You'll get rid of your nightmares,
Just going out in the heavy rain,
You'll only get a few hits,
And then you'll be gone forever.

You feel guilty,
Who wouldn't let you stay.
And the pain took you deep
For having to break up.

You fall into the night with the rain,
Time flies differently for you now.
We're not going anywhere together anymore,
You will remain only in my crying.

Poem Details | by Janet Bingham |
Categories: corruption, death, feelings, gospel, lost, pain, poverty,

Satan, The Bad Shepherd

SATAN, THE BAD SHEPHERD

The Shepherd of the World
knows where to find his flock
and how to change their minds
and teach them what is not.

He knows what sheep want.
He knows what to say.
How to trick those sheep
to see things his way.

The Shepherd of the World
reads good and bad books.
He knows what impresses sheep
and how to control his looks.

He''s learned from other Shepherds
who've done this thing before,
who have so confused their sheep
that they died for them and more.

He plots out each move
as he pushes them to play.
With the money that he makes
he gives them back stale hay.

The Shepherd of the World
knows how to lock sheep in.
And what do they do for him?
     They call him Friend.

Janet Marie Bingham



Poem Details | by Lillian Twolsky |
Categories: cat, death of a friend, dog, happiness, heaven, love, tree,

Heaven

A swing hangs from a tree,
My friend swings there holding my cat,
My dog chases my grandpa's dog Max,
The people I look up to are their smiling with bouquets of flowers,
God tells me I don't have to hurt anymore.
The sunset is their but with more colors than we can see,
Words are spoken full of love.

Poem Details | by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: beauty, death, nature, raven, water,

Raven's Bones

Waterlilies brighten black
ripples, reeds, and rocks below.
An even flow, bane and blight
recedes to bare raven’s bones.

A grave of darkness blanches
In austere light on bloodless
banks, but blue eyes cannot flood
its once watery coffin.

Dew on the waterlilies
reflect these absurdities -
the woeful bones glistening 
alone near floral beauty.

Written 5/23/20 for Beth Evan’s 
Genuine Englyns  Contest





Poem Details | by Lillian Twolsky |
Categories: character, death, murder, sad, sorrow, war, world war ii,

Questions of a Gestapo

Am I not to mourn for what I have become?
Should my tears be held back?
All those who could not run,
Because we stabbed them in the back...

Am I to put on a cheerful smile,
And dance the night away?
When I can see those fateful trials,
Can I truly be gay?

Am I to live my life,
When I took theirs away?
I still see the death and strife,
I caused everyday!

Am I to be glad,
When more are slaughtered every day?
Am I supposed to be sad,
When they get away?

Poem Details | by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories: absence, anxiety, bereavement,

A Loved Dead Body-

My beloved asleep on the floor;
So I thought, I screamed  her name she doesn't hear, No;
So I touched her thigh felt warm yet cool to the touch;
Her eyelids closed rising chest;
Her sweet kiss of her lips now I miss; 
Dead body found quietly afraid to touch;
Dead body not moving 
Though again not again I touch her skin; 
Dead body Truth self has risen I'm mad;
Sadden;
You're gone onto your true love true is love God

5/23/20
Written words I James Edward Lee Sr 2020

Poem Details | by Tom Wright |
Categories: blessing, death, faith, god, inspiration, life, love,

Remembering

Remembering (New Years Day 2017) Written: by Miracle Man 5-23/2020 A season of year when leaves weren’t falling, sixteen drips, adorned an infusion pole. Lifeless I lay, death, my name was calling, but a loving God chose to make me whole. But this wasn't where the story would end, it's became my witness to His greatness. Of remaining time before i ascend, i feel blessed daily by this lateness. God blesses each of us with certain abilities, and more prodigious than the talent, is whether we’ve chosen to use it for HIM! Be the light that occupies someone’s darkness. Tom

Poem Details | by Regina Riddle |
Categories: death, fear, sick,

Reflecting on the Year 2020

It’s hard to believe the year has arrived
When everything points to destruction
People cannot muster a way to revive
Because of virus and fear of obstruction

People sporting masks and rubber gloves
Showing the world that a virus kills nerve
Making others unable to fulfill their loves
Allowing most the answers in all they serve

The impossible moment comes as we risk
Taking on the dangers of coming into contact
With a disease that leaves one feeling brisk
Because of the way that it seems to attack

Wherever you go there is little doubt inside
That this year has brought something to life
Malady that is so strong from it we cannot hide
Making us aware that we have certain strife

This is the time that we will always recall
As the day of disease from which we run
Hoping to learn to let go of what we appall
Having faith that 2020 marks the virus done





2020 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
May 23, 2020


Poem Details | by Kevin Duncil |
Categories: depression, dream, emotions, grief, life, love, world,

My Life Without You

O but what 
in the world would I do 
If I had naught 
but my memories of you 
With ease could I watch 
as the world rolled on by
And left me alone 
with these tears in my eyes 
If empty and bare 
did the world turn to me 
Then longing for you 
all the more would I be 
And what if the world 
saw my grief and despair 
All my nights spent in dreams 
alone with you there
Might then the world know 
what your love meant to me
 If my life without you 
they plainly could see

Kevin Ryan Duncil

Poem Details | by Terry Richardson |
Categories: bereavement, death of a friend, eulogy, for her, how i feel,

In Golden Silence

In Golden Silence 
by Terry Richardson

I've seen you quite often,
Very seldom from afar.
I know  your light is shinning,
High amongst the brightest of stars.

Silence is golden
and leaves no trace
of anything behind...

Not a single thought
to survive the night,
nor moment of reverie
to dwell upon or wish.

Not a stray beam
of loosened heartlight,
nor a single knowing glance
to softly bring within.

Not a gentle smile
to warm the way,
nor a passion fevered touch
to draw the breath deep.

Silence is golden
so the vibrant tones
of play and gentle music
may not be.

Not a simple whisper,
nor single heartbeat speak.
No spell of magic woven
nor brightness of spirit flowing.

In Golden Silence...
I weep.

Poem Details | by Lillian Twolsky |
Categories: best friend, brother, death, death of a friend, feelings, sad, song,

It's 4am and I'm Missing My Brother

The piano starts playing again,
My heart singing 'long with the tune,
A torture session full of pain,
Not seeing you in the room.

(Chorus: 

Cuz it's 4am and I'm missing my brother,
Playing back memories in my head,
Can't find no comfort under covers,
Just keep seeing him in that bed.)

In a hospital bed in a comatose,
The nurse gets ready to end it all,
It's one more breath and then heavens close,
The lights glare off the wall.

She pulls the plug, you fade away,
My heart stabbing in my lungs,
I remember you every day,
And my song has just begun.

The ancient harp is calling,
Each note breaking my heart,
When the sun is falling,
It beckons me to sing my part.

Poem Details | by Anthony Slausin |
Categories: death, silly,

Weapons of echolocation, attack on meatocracy

Red-handed-echo location -weapon
bouncing back and forth
off our minds
eating the metal
off our top shelves
where the hell
are Santa's elves.
Oh well,this isn't so bad
no toilet paper
a silly mask
some dirty behinds
everyone's equally-beautiful
this is the silver lining...
we will survive
but will we be wise
to the dirty flies
laying eggs on our meatocracy
maggots unleashed
there is no calm
there is no such thing as free
even the air can cost us everything
gold can be worthless if perched on a finger
and laid in the earth
unless poached by the grave digger
we need an infusion of peaceful things
peaceful beings!







Poem Details | by Matthew Darby |
Categories: angel, anger, anxiety, death, deep, depression, drug,

Change

How you going to start a new path if you keep going the same way,
How you going to change if you don't stick to what you say, 
The addiction makes tell so many lies, 
I cried on the inside everytime I looked in my mom's eyes, 
I went down hill when my best mate and brother died, 
For a year I pretended it wasnt true he was just busy I was brain fried, 
A druggie a mess a coke head all this was true, 
I had a good partner who didn't leave me and help me get through, 
For all my wrong I'm so ashamed, 
Wish I wasn't me and could be renamed, 
After all the upset I coursed close ones sorry don't mean nothing, 
I tried 12 times to end my life, I didn't like me I wasn't bluffing, 
Now I'm trying be a good person it's never to late, 
I can't wait till I stop staring in the mirror of hate. 
Your friend matty d :) xx

Poem Details | by Tom Valles |
Categories: bereavement, funeral, loss, memorial, memorial day, remembrance day, tribute,

Brevity and Retrospection

Values flip and priorities change,
And longings compound within.
All the while, the grieving remains.
With death, retrospections begin.

I was always too busy to talk;
Other trivial duties supplanted.
What I would give for a simple walk
If only the time could be granted.

I would write more, I would!
And deliberately seek you
In ways to seize all that I could.
I weep that our days are through.

All I know is regret and this pain.
I did not give what you’re worthy of.
May retrospect teach us again,
We have one life for love.

Poem Details | by Uhellig Svart |
Categories: death,

as a dog

i wish to die as a dog:
unburied, exposed
to the light of a lonely grove
at the foot of a hill. i wish to lie
on a bed of dead leaves;
to hear the song of the wind
in the trees. i wish to be seen
by the sun, to commune
with the moon as the beasts
of the daylight and mourners swoon.
let them not mark
or adorn my tomb
with precious oils. let them
not pray to a lifeless room.
let me be fodder for flowers that bloom.
5/22/20