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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 James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories: analogy, bereavement, confidence, destiny, easter,


He isn’t here; He isn’t here; He HAS RISEN; Jesus has given Given His Spirit, back to the Father He has callin His reign on Hold For He’ll be coming back He shall be back To march His army of angels He will be back Yes, He’ll be back It is set in stone He isn’t here; He isn’t here; He HAS RISEN; Jesus has given Given His Spirit, back to the Father Heaven and Earth He’ll rule He is risen, from the dead Just as He said Would happen rose He raised up high He is risen from the dead, yet alive He shall rise He is risen, He is risen Come see where he laid Yet, He’s risen He’s no longer here He isn’t here; He isn’t here; He HAS RISEN; Jesus has given Given His Spirit, back to the Father
4/9/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021© St. Matthew 28:6

Poem Details | by Eric Ashford |
Categories: poetry,

A Harrowing Grief

Hills speak of a weathering,
each lays bare 
an allegory of bereavement.

Grief has its own inward milling.

What once was the high pulse 
of rapture
is now the nag of a heartbeat
like a stone in a shoe.

When you try to name the hurt,
objectify its presence,
it turns into a dog,
 a child, 
a perfect stranger,
a place lost or 
a place that found you lost

and there it sets 
a table and chair before you
so you can write from that place
to explain 
the curling vine of your sorrow
before it became 

a smooth worn pebble 
you now chafe and harrow
with threadbare fingers.

Poem Details | by Joe DiMino |
Categories: eulogy, image, introspection, longing, love, wisdom, words,

The Death of Love

Love is something I have always
sort of accepted...just went with...
needing no manual, nor preacher
to entice me – I miss those days:
when a heart was free from hyper,
sonic bands,  puncturing the eyes of 
internal waves – those innate crests
I once surfed with mental impunity....

Poem Details | by Milvee Labajo |
Categories: bereavement, death, mother son, pain, sad, spoken word, sympathy,

Lullaby - In Memoriam

She heard if faintly
fading into the background;
and subconsciously,
she's familiar of its presence.
Unbeknownst to her
she's humming to the melody.

The hook plays a recollection.
With every repeat,
it brings out a memory.

 Hook:  It sang of a happy moment.
 Hook:  It sang of a conversation.
 Hook:  It sang of a pleading embrace.
 Hook:  It sang of a last farewell.

By the end of the song, it goes on  REPEAT. 

The music lingered
in between sobs and greetings,
keeping her company
in moments of the night's stillness.
But on the tenth night,
the music played a diff'rent tone.

When the record broke,
so did her   heart .
When the music stopped,
so did  YOU. 

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: grief, journey, life, longing, lost love, moving on, sad,


my life had lost
its luster and its shine
I try so hard to hide
the hurt I feel inside

all day long I carry on
like the trooper that I am
I strive to make you proud
as best I can

my life had lost
its luster and its shine
I try to carry on
‘cause I got left behind

Date:        April 9, 2021
Contest:   Writing Prompt - Shine
Sponsor:   Constance La France

Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,

My Funeral Guidelines

At my funeral they will be playing Helen Reddy
“I am woman, hear me roar!” Cher’s “Gypsy’s, Tramps and Thieves”
And Adam Lambert. I love all his stuff!
I will be sitting behind my grandchildren, sending them the giggles

My besties will tell the funniest stories; there will be no crying.
People will be lying in the aisles kicking their feet in joy
As they hear how cute, clever, silly and insanely fun I am.

Flowers? Not unless they are marigolds.
They make my cousin Suzanne break out,
I would like to see her face as a big red strawberry welt one last time.

Poem Details | by A. Hemmati |
Categories: death, life, world,


And then at the maximum point
Of the graph of my life function
I met Seemorgh.
I opened his tome of wisdom
And pondered the other meanings
Of human words.

I had to descend heavily,
Plumes flown away,
Afterwards, to the earthen plane
Wherefrom I had just risen up
To see the plainsmen still mixing
Green with crimson.

After I had visited Him,
I had no right to order them.
I locked my tongue
Lest I might vex
The great painters,
And left them all
To suffer under their burdens—
Worthy tableaux wrapped in white shrouds.

I was an old wolf mocked by dogs;
And indifferently watched the ants
Nest on my skin;
And shared with flies
The morsel I had in my mouth.
And then I was an unseen truth.

December 1980

No comments, please!

Poem Details | by Linda Milgate |
Categories: death, life,

Leave Me Now

Leave Me Now 
Always leaning against the sycamore 
Where leaves and shadows play upon your face 
Standing solitary in evening's softened light 
You touched me once 
In the midst of siren sounds and steel 
You summoned and I refused your darkness 
Yet your breath brushed my face gently
And your presence promised a quiet peace 
Since then I have seen you 
Near a friend's thinning frame 
Heard you gently tap on hospice windows 
Whispering do not stay to bear the pain 
Yes, a time will come when I long for you 
But you must me leave now--go away
I am too young to feel your heavy certainty
I wish to walk free and feel light again 
To watch the newly born leaves open and dance 
In summer's sun and jasmine's sweet perfume
Copyright © Linda Milgate | Year Posted 2018

Poem Details | by Grant Carson |
Categories: allegory, bereavement, black love,


Hardships, however hard they try,
Will always be cruel.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the hardships,
Gently they go - the harsh, the barbarous, the inhumane.

How happy is the true atonement!
Are you upset by how veracious it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the atonement so accurate?

I saw the big unpleasant person of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the pain.
Are you upset by how prodigious it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the pain so galactic?

I saw the the yellow compunction of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the repentance.
Whip. whip, whip.

One afternoon I said to myself,
"Why isn't the fellowman more extraordinary?"
Down, down, down into the darkness of the fellowman,
Gently it goes - the characterless, the mundane, the commonplace.

I saw the eternal trait of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the humbleness.
Does the humbleness make you shiver?
does it?

Poem Details | by Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories: cry, death, depression, loneliness, sad, sorrow, suicide,


Why am I sad
Saddy-sad, saddy-sad

Why is life bad
Maddy-sad, maddy-sad

Poem Details | by Nancy Kaufman |
Categories: 1st grade, food,

Eulogy to a red snapper

Shrimp and salmon are so delish, they've definitely been my favorite fish. Today I decided  to cook a red snapper but what a surprise when I opened the wrapper. A bright red eye staring up at me, very sad and so scary. Nutrition still being the main goal but "the eyes are the window to the soul". It's truly sad this fish had to die but I think I better dissect it's eye. I asked my red snapper to please forgive and thanked him for the fish life he lived. I apologized that he was used for prey and grilled him with mushrooms any way.

Poem Details | by Julius Lawrence |
Categories: birth, break up, death, evil, fear, feelings, time,

The Man Of Greed

There once was a man name Plenty
Living in the land of prosperity
Who worshiped his wealth with greed
He planted many seeds he believed
Only to grow his greed
Nothing matter to him
Only his need to succeed.

As time when by
His greed begin to grow stronger and stronger
Nothing matter to him at all
His wealth was all his concern
Greed, greed was in his sight
With all his might became his flight
Not just now and then
This was his greatest sin.

One day as time went on
He found himself all along
No one to call his friend
His wealth begin dwindle
So he begin to swindle
Deprive with scheme to deceive
The morning and night 
Begin to shine bright with fright
And his death was in his sight
His wealth could not save him
Dim, dim was his sight
Because he could not see the light.

Poem Details | by Lasaad Tayeb |
Categories: allusion, bereavement, community, patriotic, people, perspective, prejudice,


                                         Prior chance to madness.

                                            Per penurious mind.

                                         Peer-to-peer abhorrence.

                                            Protesting drab bias.

                                         Persuasion is trust form.

                                       Psychic love-hate wand strew.

                                        Prone your heart to the sun.

April 8, 2021
Pleiades P Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman

Poem Details | by Virginia Gelok |
Categories: family, grief, heartbroken, heaven, prayer,

Look Down

Heaven's just a wink away,
That is what I've heard them say.
So son can you hear me ?

I hope the earth is as close for you,
Because there's things I hope you do.
Dear son can you hear me ?

Look down on your son today,
As he grows and learns to play.
Dear son can you see him ?

Do you see your family as they grow apart?
I Know it is something that really breaks your heart.
Dear son, do you feel that ?

So Son, Can you hear me ?
You are who made us
A close knit family !

Poem Details | by Virginia Gelok |
Categories: bereavement, child, death, emotions, feelings, i miss you,

My Boy

We bid you ado and you were on your way,
This would be a wonderful day.
Bags all packed and a map marked out,
See you next week we all did shout.

The call came at six the next night.
You're not coming home, what a fright !
Life was about to be changed at seven.
I just don't recall his map marked 'Heaven' !

Each day I see you in my mind,
Your smile, your laugh so soft and kind.
I feel your hand though you're not here,
I sense your visits though out the year.

Poem Details | by Malcolm Burrell |
Categories: grief,


We all must go, no matter our importance to the world, or someone. 
   There is no set schedule, or fairness of longevity.
So when the time comes, and it shall, just know.
   When the heart sings the songs of sorrow, the tune is unrehearsed.
   For the tears of pain are intertwined with those of joy.
Linking the chords of past and present sounds, inscribed on the souls tablature. 
   Allowing the strings of emotion to be randomly plucked, by the familiar fingers that play life's symphony.

Poem Details | by Andy Dudi |
Categories: creation, death,

Endings and Beginnings

Lion roar at your gate
You sought to appease it with your warm gaze
But thorns grew its feet
And blood was shed throughout its home
Will you keep ignoring your call
There were beggings and tears before this
You ate your wealth regardless of the heavy air
Disease is spreading
Harsh realities unfolding
Nobody is at your mercy now
Dig for your grave before it's too late
Open the jar of hope and end it yourself
This is not your line of existence 
Other dimensions await
Flee this world
Flee for your freedom

Poem Details | by Lesa Rodden |
Categories: dark, feelings, grief, imagery,


There is a dark place
It's in the back of my mind
Sometimes I will summon it
Other times, will find

This place holds the pain
And the suffering too
It holds all the scars
From the things I've been through

It's dark and it's scary
You'd not choose it to be
A destination to visit
These are not things you'd want to see

There is good about this dark place
And the sickness it holds
It is now held in containment
I decide when it's told

Now I call the shots 
In beckoning these flashes
I use them it heal
Until I turn them to ashes


Poem Details | by Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories: death, fun, happy, humor, murder, satire, silly,


Guns, Guns, Who Loves Guns
Oops, We Shot Our Own Loved Ones
Guns, Guns, Tons Of Guns
Shoot You In Your Flabby Buns.

Poem Details | by Gene Garrett |
Categories: abuse, anger, bereavement, betrayal, heartbreak, racism, remember,

Justice for George

Justice for George

We all saw the knee, 
and Chauvin's disdain.
We all heard the plea, 
yet there was no refrain.   

 Please help us un-see 
what was seen by us all.
Give solace to his family,
And meaning to his fall.

Heal the countries heart,
and Lift the nation's pall.
With Justice for George,
it's the only righteous call.

By Gene Garrett

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: birthday, cry, grief,



It’s my birthday and I’ll cry it I want to

Everything reminds me of the loss of you

Everything reminds me of the love of you

It’s my birthday and I’ll cry it I want to

posted on April 6, 2021

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

Ignoble Life

We live in the shadows of your cursed survival
 not being killed when so many of you were
the endless rows of benighted headstones
telling of memories never to be 
where you wander among them
pledging your heart to what unrequited
condemns you to time
we walk together through years of separation
the voices of the dead confirming
the tryst of our silence
 forever pretending that a lyric
can be written after the music stops
that its words can be sung by the Angel guardians
of those long departed
and ignoring my devotion
you embrace the rejection of  
the one who never loved you back…
the paramour who condemns you to live in misery
and to live with me
—jilted by death

(Watching ‘Hemingway’ On PBS: April, 2021)

Poem Details | by Brother Jacob |
Categories: conflict, death, emotions, hope, life, love, peace,

If Today was Your Last Day on Earth

If today was your last day on earth, what would you do?
Would you stop telling lies, and be true?
Would you tell that special someone, how much you truly love them?
Would you remove the scales from your eyes so you could see, making your world less dim?
Would you forgive your enemies, and lend them a helping hand?
For liberty, truth, and justice, would you take a stand?
Would you cast off your cares and fears, and give them to the Lord?
Would you work for the price of love, and let giving be your reward?

Poem Details | by John Watt |
Categories: grave, humor,

Monoku Monday - Some Grave Humor for Monday Mourning

take note: if you don't go to your friend's funerals they won't go to yours some think our cemetery is nice but I wouldn't be caught dead there i guess i shouldn't say that some people are just dying to get in for those people who are already buried there things are looking up the town mortician just moved trust me, he's going to a better place the busiest man in town just died he was buried in paperwork hope these one-liners were to die for I guess I just dig grave humor
[humor attribution: #1 Unknown, #2-7 Edmo Snord]

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: dream, grief, longing, lost love, night, surreal,


the silence of darkness
she welcomes
with all her heart

when all she has to do
is close her eyes

to feel his arms
around her 
in a caress entwined 

Posted on April 4, 2021