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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 Laura Arnett |
Categories: anger, day, death, death of a friend, hate, heart,

Dismemberment day

Dismemberment day


Poem Details | by brian rusch |
Categories: death, education, god, life, perspective, school, visionary,

Awareness of Awayness

(1)

The old man opened his eyes
‘I am in a meditation’.

As his worlds crumbled
‘I am a meditation.’

And so, he died
Thus was his disappearance.

We remaining
Call it death.

Why?

(2)

Blink on, blink off
Who’s to say.

When, where, how
is the waiting.

Or is waiting just dwelling
In another ‘when/where’ place?

What to? Access, determine, learn
And in all this then dreaming, grow.

In the lands where 'Aha’s' spring to bright life
And all prospers within new awareness’s.

As is Light’s intented power
In bringing balance to chaos.

So do we all rise dancing
In Light’s embrace… to thrive.

Poem Details | by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories: analogy, bereavement, death, endurance, environment, feelings,

WALKS CEMETERY WINDS-

In the cemetery walks the wind; Trees move seems like out of the way; As the sun escorts it's whelm; Funny little birds running out cross grasses play; walks cemetery winds... Tenderly the gravestones sit; Those marble stones tandem large; Up upon the rays of sun hit; Hard to move insects crawls; walks cemetery winds... Illuminating suns brights; This activity clings to the night; Superstitious postings barred; Hapless spins of jaded scars; No bumps, No boos; It's broad open daylight; No ill practices of demon rituals clues; walks cemetery wind on cruise; 2/20/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©

Poem Details | by Mark Koplin |
Categories: bereavement, death, lonely, lost love,

GRIEF

I'm damaged and broken,
unable to fight.
My days are now spent,
in the absence of light.

My hearts black and blue,
from what I can't control.
A big empty space if you will,
a large black hole.

A place with no laughter,
a place with no touch.
Missing her so bad,
because I loved her so much.

It's dark and lonely,
my fears have come true.
How will I make it,
how will I pull through?


Poem Details | by Jennifer Hagen |
Categories: anxiety, bereavement,

You Find It

Go Ahead my time is for your wasting 
That’s the taste of resentment and love you’re tasting 
I suppose I’ll watch you drown in the mire 
You think is at the will of my deeds and desire 
Your mind I torturing itself, it’s a thing I cannot ease 
All I do is try the best to help, but I cannot gift your inner peace 
You have to find it yourself

Poem Details | by Eduardo Bosco |
Categories: grief, hurt, mother, sorrow,

Motherhood


She Came Home crying 
Fountains flowing from her lonely eyes 
Sorrow, the beauty that ever met her eyes 
She came home crying 

She lie down thinking 
Of her children, who are yet germinating
And her hopes, in them germinating 
She lie down thinking 

She knelt down praying 
Her hope is dead, no human consolation 
In the church, her source of consolation 
She knelt Down praying 


©? Eduardo De Bosco

Poem Details | by Tom Cunningham |
Categories: death, fire, horror,

Hell




On pathways that lead to the dungeons of hades
Macabre black ravens feast on decaying corpses
Through cracks in the wall see the dancing flames 
Hear blood curdling screams of the damned within.





 Written 20th February 2020
 For Poe-etic Verse Poetry Contest
 Sponsored by Charles Messina

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

Azrael Does Devour

While fitful, impetuous, tears force to submissive dirge an enshrouded grey shadow within mine afflicted heart. In ghastly, pallid emptiness; beguiling Azrael does cajoles. "Ah, Tis only, immolation that can enchant and subdue Azrael." 2/19/2020

Poem Details | by curtis johnson |
Categories: courage, death, life,

Life, The Great Fight


                                                                                                                                                     
Hello life, and welcome to my world                                                                                                                           I invite you to stay here as long as you can                                                                                                                               To do so, you must fight sickness and ignorance,                                                                                                            just to name two. Even so, your time will come to an end. 

021920PoSpCtest, Poe-Etic Verse, Charles Messina
4-lined verse. Chosen theme: Life

Poem Details | by lee peter |
Categories: sympathy,

The world in my hands

The world in my hands

In the framework of a smartphone
The world is trapped
In a small vending machine
Despite not being a pet or a real person
Give and receive sorrow and joy day and night

In the framework of a smartphone
The world is trapped
Even without a plane or car
Via sites like YouTube Pandora
I don't know if they're true or lies
Listen to news from all over the world.

In the framework of a smartphone
The world is trapped.
When you get a break, you're caught up in games and cartoons
Aside from everything you have to do
Never let go while listening to scolding

In the framework of a smartphone
The world is trapped

Poem Details | by Paul Warren |
Categories: eulogy,

Footballs meat pies kangaroos

We love football meat pies kangaroos and Holden cars
We’d sing it at home in the playground and in bars
The good old days when everything was Australian made 
But that ended then and now the song did fade

So here we are a place whose population 
Is looking for work in mining tourism and submarine production
We look like we did in 1941
No industry no future and looking around for one. 

© Paul Warren Poetry

Poem Details | by Michael Burch |
Categories: death, farewell, goodbye, leaving, literature, suicide, voyage,

Stage Fright

Stage Fright
by Michael R. Burch

To be or not to be?
In the end Hamlet
opted for naught.

NOTE: I interpret Hamlet's famous "To be or not to be" soliloquy as a meditation on suicide. Hamlet considered death preferable to life, but agonized over "what dreams may come" in death's "undiscovered country." Hamlet hesitated to end his life because he feared what might lie beyond. Keywords/Tags: Hamlet, Shakespeare, Theater, Play, Literature, Act, Acting, Action, Exit, Farewell, Goodbye, Leaving, Stage Right, Stage Fright, Soliloquy, Suicide, Death, Undiscovered Country, Bourn, Bourne, Sleep, Sleeping, Eternal Rest, Dream, Dreams, Journey, Voyage

Poem Details | by seema Tabassum |
Categories: adventure, age, allah, america, angel, arabic, brother,

Death

A numb feeling
Creepy and sad
God the creator gets very close
God please forgive me
I am not a sinner
Please be kind.

Poem Details | by J.R. Dawson |
Categories: death, life,

CRUX

“Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.” — George R.R. Martin

crux of life & death
hunting possibilities
beyond the storm



Poem Details | by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories: death, depression, gothic,

INJECTION

O sorrow doth linger and last,
injection of formaldehyde —
preservation of solitude 
on shroud swept cliffs — they call my name!

2/19/2020
Poe-etic Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina

Poem Details | by nick armbrister jimmy boom semtex |
Categories: death, flying, travel,

Plane Ocean Bed

Alba Gal swam down to the plane
It was the plane that brought her here
The remains of her Comet jet
In thousands of pieces at the ocean bottom
How the plane broke up was bad 
But how Alba Gal and the others
Lost their lives was even worse
It read like something from a horror film
But was real and brutally ended life
Passengers thrown out of their seats
Necks and rib cages broken
Lungs exploded and heads cracked
Limbs later snapped like twigs
These injuries were seen later
After the bodies were recovered
Along with parts of the plane
It spoke of a tragedy beyond words
Death at 500 miles per hour
At 40,000 feet the worst way to go
Luckily most died in the plane
When it split apart like an egg
Before they hit the sea
Alba Gal died in her own way
While drinking a Gin and Tonic

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

Passing Beyond

I’m going to watch you die…
but before I do
I will foretell your story

The story of the White Bird
The Great Mystery
and the Silver Seed

The White Bird carries
in its talons
the Silver Seed of all mankind

A seed that will allow you
to move past what you have been afraid
of for so long

When the White Bird
passes overhead
it will drop the Silver Seed

You must be dead
before the seed
touches the ground

Then, the White bird
will turn into
the legendary Hawk of Thunder

And carry you off
into the land
of the great Wakan Tanka

The decision to leave
being yours
and yours alone

Passing beyond
what time has frozen
—passing beyond what then has been

(Pine Ridge South Dakota: August, 2011) 

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, anxiety, death, feelings, imagery,

Not A Single Tear


Pain's unavoidable; through birth, you learn to recognize its worth. The truth is veiled behind a lie there's no paradise when you die. Trust is a ticket to deceive both believers and the naive. It takes a hardened heart to win a breeding ground for greed and sin. Like Jekyll and Hyde, love-hate are conjoined boundaries of fate. Angels and monsters mirror me reflecting raw reality. Dallying in shadows of fear bequeath me, not a single tear. Disown the time I draw last breath grant me oblivion, sweet death. (Rhyme) 02/19/2020

Poem Details | by Paghunda Zahid |
Categories: abuse, anxiety, corruption, cry, death, depression, war,

O beings of flesh and blood

O' beings of flesh and blood, 
Behold thy breaths! 
For I am sent to put an end
To your infinite cruelties and untamed lusts! 

What have you done to Earth! 
What have you done to hearts! 
You ruined the buds
You murdered the hopes
And never for once you fear the One

Your hearts have turned stones, 
They never melt,
Neither at the cry "I am gonna tell God everything"
Nor at the holler, "Lift me to heaven O' Lord,
For I won't starve there anymore"

I am sent to bring onto you what you deserve the most
Nothing less, but the wrath of God,
Soon, the Oceans will evaporate, 
Mountains will lose weight, 
Winds will be wrapped and put in a safe, 
A Fire will be blown! 
The Moon will cry no more
For the sufferings of innocents will end! 

Now, you will suffer
For making others suffer
You were savage 
Or you just kept silent

Poem Details | by Jim Yerman |
Categories: grief, sad,

A VACANT ROOM

At first the sadness’s overwhelmed her…
It was with her everywhere she went
She couldn’t remove it’s ringing from her years
It’s taste
it’s feel
it’s scent

She knew if she was ever going to move on…
eventually she’d have to find
a way to deal with her sorrow…
a place for her sadness to be confined

She discovered a vacant room within her heart…
it magically opened one day
and slowly little by little she began
to pack her sorrow away.

She knows the sadness will revisit 
but no longer does she fear
the moments it returns…
the moments it appears…

For those times when it seeps back out…
those feeling of sadness and doom
she will visit with them a while 
then store them back inside this room.

Now she able to smile as she closes the door…
no longer is she mad…
for she remembers what made her so happy to begin with…
that now makes her so sad.

Poem Details | by Sima Mittal |
Categories: animal, confusion, environment, imagination, irony, journey, sad,

eulogy - i ate my mother

chewing 
misery
a dagger 
in the morsel
jabbed 
slash on the heart
an evil thrall
enslaved 
my conscience
my mother the morsel
she rebirthed 
as the chicken
i just ate




#simamittalpoetry

Poem Details | by Gary Smith |
Categories: death, fear,

Dread



Fear the tap upon thy shoulder

Dread it more as ye grow older,

It will come, there's no escape

It bears a scythe, and dons a cape.












Entry for
Poe-etic Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
18/2/2020

Poem Details | by Tom Cunningham |
Categories: bird, death, funeral, rain,

Funeral

The heavy rain was unforgiving with an air of forboding on this grey and miserable november day. 
At the cemetery entrance the chapel bell tolled ten times to herald the arrival of the hearse. 
On the bare trees and perched on their skeletal branches were three black ravens watching. 
The black clad mourners and the six pallbearers carrying the ornate casket now made their way to the freshly dug open grave.

Written on 18th February 2020


After googling poe realised the lines were too long 
so not for contest. 




Poem Details | by randy johnson |
Categories: death, funny, humor,

Why The Simpsons Will Die

Every person on the Simpsons is sick and they will die.
They're suffering from Jaundice, that's the reason why.
Every fan of the Simpsons will have to nurse a broken heart.
They can say goodbye to Homer, Marge, Maggie, Lisa and Bart.
I'm the bearer of bad news but I'm not trying to be mean. 
The people of Springfield have the worst cases of Jaundice that has ever been seen.
I give all of them just six months to live, nine months at the most.
They will die from Jaundice, that's what the doctors have diagnosed.
People will be happy to be rid of Sideshow Bob and MR. Burns as well.
Because of the strangelings Bart has received, Homer will go to Hell.
Everybody in Springfield is very upset because they're going to die.
After being on TV for over 30 years, they can kiss their butts goodbye.

Poem Details | by Lu Loo |
Categories: sympathy,

-a handmade card just for you-

To My Sweet Sister Whom I Love Dearly May your day be filled with healing and hope, during this difficult time, must learn to cope- See the majesty in the sky when loss prevails, and find the shore when sea storm impales. I wear empathy for you this struggling day, my only wish is to take your pain away- I pray for you and your anguish too deep, may your prayers ease you as you sleep. Thinking of you TODAY, ALWAYS and FOREVER ~I LOVE YOU~ With all my love and sympathy, Me
________________________________________ I chose 'sympathy' Date - 2.18.20 Occasional Poetry Poetry Contest Sponsor - Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer