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Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, celebration, eulogy, faith, farewell, grave,


-Eden's Ending Eulogy-

Proceed here today, Eden's Ending Eulogy 
Gentle gracious her garden, the guidance 
I can't recall what was with the warm, sincere smile, and sunrise 
Lost at ease and clarity.......I Sleep! 
Forever In Peace, this dark, damp den, coffin will do
at last, a parting powerful, reunion and resting resort


Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: eulogy,

He Took His Last Breath

Sonny Doyal Roper October 14, 1943 - August 29, 2018
This poem was written by my husband last month for Victor Carmel Buhagiar with also a rosary he had made with angels as stations , so I decide to add
Angels in Flight In darkness at day or night I'm never alone For I have six angels to see me home Nothing in this world I have to fear My six angels are always near When my troubles are hard to bear My angels are always there They will guard and watch over me Until this world I'm ready to leave And when it's my time to leave this land They will guide me hand in hand by Sonny Roper 7/30/2018

Poem Details | by Geoffrey Brewer |
Categories: death, eulogy,

Epitaph for George - A Lethal Wind


Here lies George, the sad deceased

Victim of flatulence released

The result: he would expire

Stood before an open fire

Geoffrey Brewer
15 Sept 2018

Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: death, eulogy, funny,

I Slipped on a Teardrop


I slipped on a teardrop and landed in a laugh...

Who knew my tragic ending would have a happy half?

Please chuckle at my funeral and make my epitaph:

"I slipped on a teardrop and landed in a laugh"


Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: beauty, eulogy, flower, friendship, love, romantic, rose,

Adoring Lines to the Flower of Brazil

I love a lovely girl—a Flower
     from the sun-baked land of Brazil;
ageless, she by clock's every hour
     makes the time be perfectly still.

Though fair and gorgeously pretty, 
     she longs to be known and adored
for her heart and inward beauty, 
     where love is felt and richly stored. 

She's queenly and wears a lush crown,
     a regent who sits on her throne;
a Rose, she's praised and of renown,
     and prized for her rare grace alone.

Too selfless and giving and kind 
     to disappoint, she lives to care; 
and gives alms to the lame and blind,
     and for me always says a prayer.

Poem Details | by John lawless |
Categories: eulogy,



Alas, poor Linda!  I knew her as PD,
a poet of infinite interest,
of most excellent insight.
She has borne the brunt of conflict
a thousand times, and now how abhorrent
her unannounced dismissal.

For we are not punished
for the sins committed
but for those “perceived”
by the keepers
of the gladiators graves.

So let us raise our bloodied shields,
raise riot on their wounded face
demand the King we raised to power
remove his foot from trampled flower.
Return to us her petaled voice
lest all be lessened by such loss.

John G. Lawless

Poem Details | by Millard Lowe |
Categories: allegory, analogy, black african american, eulogy, imagery, inspirational, remembrance day,

Standing At The Mountain

Standing at The Mountain

There stood the great mountain—
A Sisyphean challenge;
A Job’s journey;
A deferred dream’s destiny;
Indeed, a Draconian feat.

But there also stood the dreaming King;
Tutored prodigy of the King of Kings;
With eyes stayed on the prize,
He smiled at death with God sent eyes.

Yes, the King is dead 
But we’re looking ahead!

We are the dream’s vision;
Our children—its reality;
Jacob’s ladder rises before us;
Let’s get to climbing!

“Only the dreamer dies…”

Poem Details | by Carole Duet |
Categories: death, death of a friend, life,



Good to the core,
regardless of things that went before.
The kind of a man
who'd lend you a helping hand.
When he smiled he let the sunshine in
and you knew he was a friend.
He had his faults as we all do
but his were far between and few.
Staying positive was his motto,
believing in God his faith,
and he was loved by all who knew him.
May he now always rest in peace.

By:  Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright:  Nov. 2016
"All Rights Reserved"

Poem Details | by Leslie Albright |
Categories: death, eulogy,

Nobody Died

Born the day after tomorrow.
Thirteen stars shone down with sorrow.
A future with nowhere to go.
The answer came, but always no.

A living sculpture of defeat.
Just a shadow on the street.
The rains came down and things got muddy.
On this journey to become nobody.

One by one, the stars went out.
But much too slow to remove the doubt.
The artists painting came into view.
Of a hazy portrait nobody knew.

Somewhere above where angels dwell.
His soul will rise beyond this hell.
Nobody came or even tried.
To pay respects when nobody died.

Poem Details | by Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories: bereavement, dedication, eulogy,

RIP Jerry Lewis

The laughter and joy

This man did imbue us

Is vast beyond measure,

Our Dear Jerry Lewis ...

Oh, hearken the birds

Their new song of sorrow

For now we know why

Sol goes dark tomorrow.

Poem Details | by Jerry T Curtis |
Categories: analogy, celebration, christmas, eulogy, metaphor, satire, symbolism,

Chistmas Little

In a little public park
In the little town of Small
There's a little village square
Large enough to hold them all

And they meet there once each year
As they make their little plans 
To take a little bit of time ,
And do as little as they can

So they'll give it little thought
And then say a little prayer
Soon, in a little while
Very little of them cared

Then they give a little greeting
Unwrap a little gift
And do a little eating 
To receive a little lift

When they feel a little better
Lying in their little beds
They'll be dreaming very little
In their very little heads

Poem Details | by Xuefeng Pan |
Categories: cry, dad, death, eulogy, father, father son, memory,

To My Father

Should n't I feel so sad, when my father is dead
Should I feel Like others? Clearly knowing their fathers dead

They were truly happy  at each moment  I saw them, 
It seemed that their fathers would not die ever
This made me jealous, felt no funny by too hard to accept

The fact is that everybody dies and everybody is  born with a cry
Cry, cry for appearing and cry for goodbye

Until no seen in nowhere, out of eyesight, 
Left a father  be felt by heart, even without sunlight

Poem Details | by Emily Rose Horwell |
Categories: lost love, loveheart, heart,

Envious Eulogy

Twas a laugh a minute, a cry a day,
Then you found her, and she took you away,
The days are now weeks, Seconds now gone,
The music stopped playing on our love song.

She now has your smile, your touch and your laugh,
How much I miss you, you don’t know the half.
Never have I felt such pain in my heart,
Than when your with her, and not in my arms.

I see you with her, tears well in my eyes,
I watch from afar, my heart breaks inside,
But I had you once, and I let you go,
Now you've replaced me, and I am alone.

I learnt my lesson, I learnt it hard,
Now and forever my heart will be scarred.

Poem Details | by Dimpra Kaleem |
Categories: angel, beautiful, death, dream, eulogy, farewell, poetry,

A soldiers wish

Give me reason to live, give me reason to love. Fill my soul full of hope light the stars up above. Let my eyes see the beauty that women desire, let my heart beat with wings to soar high and higher. If none of these things are yours to give then paint me a picture where we both can live. A place full of harmony peaceful and still. Where deaths touch is lost with no fresh graves to fill. This above all will give me reason to love, this will light the stars up above.

Poem Details | by JANET GRACE |
Categories: creation, eulogy, nature,



                                 Black and brown and furry
                                  Wooly bear is in a hurry
                                  On a many legged walk
                                  To a leaf or grassy stalk 
                                 To wherever or what not
                                  Type of its chosen spot
                                 To spin a cocoon and die
                                To be a Tiger Moth and fly

                                             ~   ~ ~

Poem Details | by Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories: death, eulogy, humorous, light,

Tom E Aiken

My wife deplored her duty But O' was she good-looking She sold me on her beauty But killed me with her cooking ~ 3rd Place ~ in the "A Funny Epitaph" Poetry Contest, Jesse Rowe, Judge & Sponsor.

Poem Details | by Olufemi Oloye |
Categories: appreciation, beautiful, beauty, eulogy, , cute,


Standing straight like an elephant
I can't deny it you're elegant
You're tall and cute but not arrogant
Yes, She's Beautiful and relevant
It's your day so I did this for you my celebrant

With her I ll need no artifact
She's Adorable, that's a basic fact
She's Well set with everything intact
I must confess I can feel her impart

Its your day and I'm not taking it for a play
Just for you I can av all day to pray
If I've my way, I'll make you stay
But for now, it's your birthday let's celebrate

Happy birthday dear, i hope this makes your day. 


Poem Details | by Charlie Smith |
Categories: eulogy,

My Euology

Rushing briskly with melodies of memories left, gliding above the fountainhead of dreams less served, a calling must be heard above the clatter of endlessness. Shadowed shelter, granted through abiding confidence, manifests its permanence with clarity and purposeful chorus. Because of what I am and what I have done, I am and will always be granted significance. No matter my apparition, my thoughts are indelible. My biography will endure in what I have left to seed. As the soil becomes my residence, I pray I impart animation to its roots. 06/20/2018

Poem Details | by L. J. Carber |
Categories: allusion, angst, appreciation, death, eulogy, evil, spiritual,

When Evil Dances

When Evil dances,
good hearts are stopped,
grief swells into an ocean,
asked, why him? why her?
why did they have to die?

No answers are given, for none
can be given, not in this world.
But as the soul is real, immortal,
then the murdered shall rise again,
alive in some other place, alive
in  a world of endless dreaming
where love is never broken,
where love is never lost....

(Written to commemorate all those killed 
senselessly in their places of learning or worship, or work or shopping,or anywhere it seems.)

Poem Details | by harry horsman |
Categories: eulogy,

Let Our Memories Be The Bridge

(Written for my dear friend Mike Guest NZ)
(an Eulogy from afar)

For those of you that gather this day
With individual memories to savour
Use them all to build a busy highway
A bridge to cross with words of favour.
While across the miles with love that remains strong
Knowing your book of life now can be signed
We’ll remember the words of the song
You’ll always be on my mind.

 © Harry J Horsman 2018

Poem Details | by Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories: death, eulogy, humorous,

Here Lies Festus Sleape

We're asleep in this graveyard We can't hear you pout So please leave your flowers And get the hell out

Poem Details | by Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories: death, eulogy, humorous,

Hope S Gaughan

I had hoped for angels But in earth I will stay For my husband died first And he scared them away

Poem Details | by Rhoda Tripp |
Categories: dark, death, destiny, eulogy, word play,


She wrote only of death, and the bell did toll.
I guess you could say that she dug her own hole.

Written 4/11/2108
Epigram Contest
Hosted by Deborah Guenther Beachboard

Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: allusion, dark, eulogy, people,

Last Rite Exit

Nearing the end of their fleeting days,
short-inhaled lives infirmly await the long dark
Garrulously tilting fermented liquids in a park,
they watch their former youthful ways

Addled memories of a once robust stride
keep the brown paper covered truth hidden well
Selfish pleasures have left their flesh bodies frail,
weary envious exhalation of tearful pride

Uncomfortable thoughts tinge their mind,
feeble resistance offered in boisterous recollections
Never given to ingest any sobering contemplations,
aged souls possessing only wrinkled opine

Cantankerous wrong heights stooped on a bench,
bemoaning last rites of spirits dead long ago since

Poem Details | by Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories: death, eulogy, humorous,

RIP M T Pocquettes

Here's a hammer for my debtors For my bills, I couldn't pay Just take a piece of marble And then please go away