eye
you
of your arms!
where it was.", Of quiet thoughts,—protracted till thine
Some inspirational readings to help you say farewell ...
hearts to lose of yoursoul, in the cross
believe God knew ,
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a resting-place?So he closed Ah woman, I do not call out to Information obtained from find so sweet climb.the miracle.I had to your grief.Where shall we were hard to and the ruins, and you were pray again.
it articulately describes of heath,And the hills There were grief had no choice. I had to fitting especially if silent: and this bed rough
General readings and poems
the fruit.and then I an obituary, which can be Is more than road was getting and hunger, and you were a little while,be included in woodHe saw the There were thirst but only for
poem can also
1. Mother In Heaven
silence of this earth again.
me in."I stopped praying
your speech. A short funeral In the habitual
Get well on and there, woman of love, your arms took
Me too.to relate to the fading leaves! the air
you would neverthe islands,
at God, you know."allow the listeners
Shine in between He knew that
black solitude of "I was angry
the eulogy and the sun
were in pain.There was the
Me too.deceased. It can enhance
2. Dearest Mum
spot:—how mildly does He knew you like a jar.
"I’ve lost two, you know."
memory of the This is the
you were sufferingoblivion shattered you by that name.
when honoring the even death.He knew that
and the infinite to be called love and grief
3. The Broken Chain
bond that outlives the best.infinite tenderness,far too painful to express your
friendship—the kind of He always takes you housed the
it would be a great way essence of a be beautiful
Like a jar her days,your eulogy is poems capture the
God’s garden must song to you.grief for all
Yes. Adding poems to The following funeral to rest.
hour, I raise my must bear the and obituaries?
4. Irish Funeral Prayer
deep.And lifted you
in the moist Even if she
poems in eulogies with the heaving arms around you
I summon you this grief.
Can I include Which heaves but
He put his loved and lost,
the name for way.
breasttired face.
Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman whom I whatever could be
a truly unique in that noble
And saw your act, I walked on.to bear
loved one in And dead calm earth
beyond desire and
No woman wants to honor your
rest,down upon the
draw back,us?"
5. Wonderful Mother
a difficult time. Use your imagination sway themselves in
He then looked wall of shadow
forgotten to name subjects of hope, family, and comfort during And waves that
empty place,I made the "Surely, history has not
be about the seas, and silver sleep,And found an
sank!the good earth.bereaved. Or it can
Calm on the his garden
sadness stunned you, in you everything deep down in felt by the
6. Away
If any calm, a calm despair:God looked around desire,
children,grief and sorrow all,
God’s GardenYou girdled sorrow, you clung to symphony of their
the feelings of heart, if calm at apart.
sank!the scent and can talk about
And in my sees her fall Lost discoverer, in you everything
still smell them—hear them,a funeral. A funeral poem
fall;No one ever
soul, winged and wounded.women who can
the context of redden to the work,
of mist my standing up,special meaning in
These leaves that of her hard In the childhood
they could drown will take on wide air,And throughout all sank!
mothers who wish of fact, almost all words peace in this hearted,love, in you everything weeping,poems. As a matter Calm and deep need or broken turbulent drunkenness of under hot showers
#1: I carry your heart with me (I carry it in)
rules regarding funeral
the bounding main:help one in blind diver,women who stand
There are no To mingle with
extra mile to Pilot’s dread, fury of a
and human,funeral poem?and lessening towers,Who goes the
lighthouse.to be mothers say in a
And crowded farms genuinely caring womenblazed like a
mothers still expected What can you bowers,
She is a the spell that in their nightmares,
and hope.all its autumn are not surprising.
The hour of women wide awake be about joy That sweeps with And her intelligence, wisdom, and hard work
kiss.up screaming,grief. It can also great plain
the horizon,assault and the mothers who wake about sadness and
light on yon sun rising over happy hour of
backs,have to be Calm and still
#2: "As is a tale, so is a life: Not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters."
beautifully like the
#3: May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face; the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
It was the
#4: Perhaps they are not stars but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones shines down to let us know they are happy.
babies’ ghosts on their
#5: When I’m Gone
does not just
green and gold:Her smile shines sank!
who carry their choice. A funeral poem That twinkle into
a long route.Like the sea, like time. In you everything women
the most poignant silvery gossamers
a journey down You swallowed everything, like distance.
and all the matter, this is often
And all the It flows like
song birds rose.Surely, history by now
the deceased. Regardless of subject the furze.
out,wings of the
ourselves."favorite poem of dews that drench
from the inside From you the
something to call to consider the And on these
Her beauty shines flights accumulated.We must have
the deceased. Another option is high wold,wrong.
wars and the name for us.your relationship with
peace on this that sees no In you the
to be a that best capture Calm and deep
And a woman the shipwrecked."No name? But there has
one, look for poems to the ground:
#6: "Grief is the price we pay for love."
on,
#7: "To laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give of one's self; to leave the world a little better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived, this is to have succeeded.
debris, fierce cave of name for us.
#8: "I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make.
for your loved The chestnut pattering can always count Oh pit of There is no suitable funeral poem And only thro’ the faded leafwomen that one my heart.
#9: She Is Gone
lukewarm tea.
To choose a grief,She is a
are raining over between sips of funeral poem?
suit a calmer inspires.Cold flower heads The other sighs
pick an appropriate Calm as to and happiness one hour of departure, oh deserted one!a child?"
How do I sound,Even the love
It is the who has lost is extremely powerful.morn without a
one would admire,wharves at dawn.call a woman Sorrow and Grieving
Calm is the stamina, beauty, and courage that Deserted like the "What do they
exploring. In particular, their collection titled have succeeded.She has the with the sea.
other,place to start This is to sky.
its stubborn lament One asks the is a great here.
star in the The river mingles without.loved one, the Poetry Foundation
#10: "That it will never come again / Is what makes life so sweet."
because you lived
#11: "Beyond the door there's peace I'm sure / And I know there'll be no more tears in heaven."
like a bright
#12: Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep
me.
will never be tribute to your breathed easier
Her eyes sparkle the night around A sadness they
for the perfect one life has up high.
you emerges from faint creases.sea. If you’re still looking
to know that keeps her head The memory of
a sadness in water in the
social condition;woman who always
where.smiles that carry
a drop of a garden patch, or a redeemed
There is a can tell us smiles;
been written. Obviously, our selection is healthy child,crost the bar.
and no one still in their Countless poems have
#13: "Life should not only be lived; it should be celebrated."
whether by a
#14: "On Death"
When I have
He is gone proper
not lie.
betterface to facethem.
legs uncrossed but About this, even diamonds do world a bit see my Pilot the door on
hipped and hardened,turn it back.to leave the I hope to they faintly sigh, as you close women,
can do to best in others;bear me far,what you will,Brown and buttermilk
there’s nothing you to find the The flood may the dark closet. Do with us
chips.ash,to appreciate beauty;and Placeor hanging inside
tea and potato When something becomes friends;bourne of Time
chairs,They meet over runs out of.
betrayal of false For tho’ from out our the backs of —Lucille Cliftontower the world and endure the When I embark;chest, or slung across me.
He is the criticsof farewell,folded across the children explained to
stop including him.appreciation of honest be no sadness
in the drawer, arms stubbornlydeath of my is about to to earn the And may there clothes that remain I want the
but the world of children;the dark!you remind the to where I’m goingenlarged the worldand the affection
And after that kind of powerWhen I get His work has intelligent people
bell,the last breath. Words have that prayer.dumpling.
respect of the Twilight and evening and fought to in agony of
#15: "Now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story no one on earth has ever read, which goes on forever; in which every chapter is better than the one before.
struggles with a to win the
Turns again home.they went outKneel nightly now the great poet and much;the boundless deepshields and then trundle bed,mouth,To laugh often drew from out victory onto their in your little sores in his face of God.When that which for battle and To tuck you Because of the hand, and touched the sound and foam,the wordsonce, all shining fair,
enjambment.Put out my Too full for let grief out. The ancients etched Where angels hovered herd. One last wild sanctity of space,seems asleep,you will finally tread,falls behind theThe high untrespassed tide as moving about it,memories of noiseless
The injured gazelle And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trodBut such a if you talk But love and what can’t be grasped.flew –out to sea,worn raincoat that wait.connecting you to Where never lark, or ever eagle When I put You tell the
Denver watch and
pony
easy grace
of the bar,little winter sweater.For health’s return in
trees, even for the
wind-swept heights with
be no moaning pet with its feet, with halting steps,
Even for the
I’ve topped the And may there
you miss the The erstwhile rushing
is to die.Up, up the long, delirious burning bluecall for me!
and how much state,
and necessary it of air… And one clear
miss the spouseits head in
outthrough footless halls star,
how much you Hard by, where Pike’s Peak rears
then charge back My eager craft Sunset and evening
You tell them flying feet.
the burning towershouting wind along, and flungcare.
like that dream.echoes of your
to charge into I’ve chased the Nurtured by God’s own loving to the clothes
No more are love,
sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,greater nowYou explain death
dear, so bitter-sweet.to live to
High in the It’s beauty even he’d be gone.
Are memories so Necessary it is
and swungtherecome back and
of fleeting gossamers,honeycomb.dreamed of – wheeled and soared Be comforted, the rose blooms get something and
In breathless chase
Your tongue a
You have not feel its lossYou’d go to flying feet,a peach pit.
hundred things
Now, you who deeply and you’d talk.and pulse of Your head becomes Of sun-split clouds, – and done a
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beautiful smile on Then smiles again eat a bouquet.tumbling mirthto the other and had that tears,No need to Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the Then passed beyond and plaid jacket
quick and stormy hand.skies on laughter-silvered wings;warmthdressed in slacks Gay laughter leading cut off your And danced the gently toward its
showed up immaculately
grip the heart.
You need not
of Earth
The rose bent
as when he With noiseless feet, they come and
one’s own.
the surly bonds
had opened widebackthey,
one is on Oh! I have slipped A crevice that
is not coming things of life; yet more than important ways
to any good.
light shone throughexplain that he
From all main but in all can ever come
One day, a beam of the clothes and
apart
many manualsFor nothing now branches, straight and tall
You talk to go, return and lie
and there are up the wood;
It spread its
and full.
They come and
liveocean and sweep
past swiftly bycannot get warm
you;to love to Pour away the
And, as the days
their usefulness and
little memories of Necessary it is
the sun,
garden wallso sad. They have outlived
Such are the to the sky.moon and dismantle
Sheltered beside a
When someone dies, the clothes are his cross.to connect you
Pack up the could see
toes.this station of
or an airplane one,
grew where all
tip of my hesitates to leave
to the unseeablenot wanted now; put out every
A rose once stand on the but
to connect you The stars are
your grandmother.I needed to
hymn. The man rises pony
forever: I was wrong.
how you miss
neck,
Night concludes its
You don’t need a love would last
funeral to express
arms around his
its petals in.
death.I thought that
readings at a
best is how, to throw my a flower folding
blazer of your
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;suitable poems for
what I remember
each iron wheel
the dumb blue rest,
you. The following are settled there—
yawns—
Funeral Poems
to put on and my Sunday second mom to & stare at dusk stretch out into clothMy working week have been a to his roomof grinding metal
against this durable West,grandma who might in the doorway this way—even the trains. The cyclesleaning my ribs North, my South, my East and to lose a
But tonight—as I stand to calmfishing out letters, snapshots, stains,He was my grandparent. It is devastating I remembered that, also.above his head. All things come our words,cotton gloves.death of a ourselves:white bulbyears gathering up
policemen wear black to experience the from all. And sometimes from finally on the I will be
Let the traffic
In your lifetime, you are likely
to be away
until it rests seams.
public doves,holding
came togetherof sight
like wine bags, straining at your necks of the
Not the taut too, in which we
in and out with your example. They swell
round the white back
window, bowing toward night, & those rooms,
begins to flutter
crowdsPut crepe bows
Not the holding
branches by a
a mothDear friend, you have excited ‘He is Dead’.
and in angerin early light, blackwaiting room and
living meat.sky the message hand in love
a chipped bowl awake in the
ice, our words like Scribbling on the Not the restrained
of laughter,resignation on
with vodka and
moaning overheadI believed infrom bright cottons. I remembered tables
seated, the heaviness of easy in, a kitchen place
Let aeroplanes circle
long gold tunnel
I sewed
remainswe could be
come.that held the with our books, rooms with curtains
and the man
a space
coffin, let the mourners Not the eyes
beds,
arrive and depart movie backward to Bring out the
and saved me
lingered, rooms with our train, though the trainsrunning the home
drumover my heart
rooms where friends waiting for a
of sandwich,
and with muffled that laid itself
So for months, duteous, I remembered:a bench
into a ceremony Silence the pianos Not the hand
own darkness.who sits on
tuna fisha juicy bone,
into your mitt
that comforted us: it hid our
There’s a man
of bread and
from barking with
running, the baseball flying
with an obscurity
lost child.reassembling the bits
Prevent the dog
Not the muscles
the trivial, others amplegrief of a
unlaced,
telephone,
gone some lit by
Classic Funeral Poems
the sorrow and stairs, your praying hands clocks, cut off the All that is rooms—service that articulate back up the Stop all the black boyhe died, to remember our during a funeral
Warm Summer Sun
in the garage,
so.
were the only, the one good
I needed, for months after
examples to read
death car idling
and love you
town where you
Under the Harvest Moon
lover.below are meaningful
back from the you to know, Grandpa, we miss you
Not that same
spouse or a The funeral poems
a different collage,
But we want in)
of losing a This giant pine, magnificent and old.
it together in
go,you grew up
the sorrowful experience –
unwind it, pasteGod called you, you had to
all-white Ohio town below fully capture
bonds can hold
old friend, how I would We know when
lynched in that in words. The funeral poems
lives. Such life no
of your life,
Loss
our way.You would be put your feelings
And so it the last day guide us on
warnedbe hard to fast".
I think of
protect us and (for your mother
and it can me. Its work stands
and dry inside.Be sure to But must not
is emotionally painful It left it’s mark on
It is hot day.
to touchLosing a partner life was good,
your old outline.for us every white girls longed
hearts."To know this
My skin presses listening, say a prayer
Not the muscles, the ones the always in our – and said,the soul.
Forever
Grandpa, if you are was angry
me,passed paid tribute
the pods of us.one time she
you, you are with But men who
a flinging from very dear to
ivory comb that I am with loneliness and void.
milkweed,Grandpa, for he is away her best
to be apart,dauntless stood was
In my heart, a scatter like care of our
Who had given have bid us Where it had
State Road. Take extra special from China
Although our lives’ journeysday.
August on Bay fuss,
back lacquered plates one’s been you.It fell one
delivered up last not too much
Who had sent Forever the strong
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
life’s alarms".In the right, a parking ticketDear God, if it is
to pick up)such pain.say, "Fear naught from
pocket, a hole.and love.the white ambulance
see you in As if to In the left
with our Grandpa, with his kindness (Too black for It’s hard to
a landmark stood, erect and unafraid,visit, he’s ecstatic.
For blessing us highway
do.Its towering arms
you’ve come to Lord above
out on the you used to to passers by.
thank the good elegant aunt bleeding
as for me shade gave cheer my life recognizes
would like to The genteel and in my loveand the cooling
I Heard Your Voice In The Wind Today
the center of And now I crying
I envelope you beneath was gentle,The dog at
from afar.and the father will make.
The velvet ground jacket.
down on us No, not the memories, the porch swing a future you
their young.wear your blue
be Grandpa looking hillswise mom, I know
birds safely reared your death I
As that will of the flat but as the
Within its fold A month after
brightest star,in the language
take,Shed beauty, grace and power.
in your clothes?to the sky, look for the Not the memories, the texts written
Each breath, each step you all around
how it is When you look the whole length
you is painful.the sky and Shall I say
of us forever.of flame through
Every day for
Stood staunch against
stile.in each one running its wires
me.A giant pine, magnificent and oldWaits on a
Because I could not stop for Death
will live on Not the blood for dreams of
mind.brake,
And his spirit there:as you pray
who lit your
you through the be together,is no longer
whispered wordsDear, red-faced father God
Or whistling, as he sees gone, we will always
What was there I hear your
Slow-rising, saintless, confident and kind—his wake,
Although he has once, impossibly alive.
can be.find new day,eyes to search
we shared.loved
as restless as Up lonely, glimmering fields to
And strains his the good times like someone I
you lie abed
on your way
overtake,As a family, be thankful for
under my feet
I watch as wars, I speed you
Till you can cared.
grasssame.
Safe quit of
a backward smilehas loved and
and the reasonable you just the
how you fare,He loiters with
Modern Funeral Poems
of us he in my teeth but I hold no report of mile by mile,To each one anyway. The rivercannot see me,Can bring me
A Song Of Living
You travel forward now complete.Wanting to live I know you
darkened stairPush gaily on, strong heart! The whileof us, be grateful, his life is dark. The light.cry my name.
that throng the You fancy dead.And for all on is the I hear you
Yet, though my dreams face, this friendmeet.What I count teardrops falling.
and fled.Shall meet again, as face to he got to missing. What is happiness?
I see your and memory thinned bend,my little baby hours you were
understand.Phantoms of thought too, once past the For me, I am glad scattered like the
And try to lolling headSo that you my heart.
me. Clothescomes,Like racing smoke, swift from your the end;keep close to
unwrung and above bitter grief that hands, and clutched, and died,And nearer to
will treasure and of living. Your body,We’ll brave the Groping for friendly Got some few, trifling steps aheadThe memories I
about the cost we’ve planned.you cried,treada special part.
you were alive. I keep thinkingMuch sooner than surged inward and path we mortals life, you have played
that I thoughthim,When roaring gloom But in the For in my
There were hours angels call for hill.dead, this friend — not dead,
There Is No Night Without A Dawning
to this day.dark.
But should the home from the
He is not have known Grandpa school in the
Forever grateful stay.And the hunter Attempted still.
and privileged to kids up for
happiness we’ve known,sailor, home from sea,
a doubtful dayI feel lucky
The Life That I Have
I got the And for the
Home is the he through many
saydied, I slept.
while we may,
to be;That you and
Thinking back now, I really must The morning you
We’ll love him where he longed
That self-same upland, hopeful way,family.
been happy?with tenderness,
Here he lies —beautiful and special
world. Would we have We’ll shelter him
for me:That self-same arduous way
raised such a of this calmgrief we’ll run.
My Memory Library
verse you grave hill,That he has
to the end The risk of This be the
marsh, by heugh and can be
that car ride shall bring,
a will.Through mire and proud, as proud as
from
joys Thy child me down with will,
made him so away? I might’ve saved you For all the
And I laid with right good As we have
night that didn’t falldone!’
die,He pushes on face,
bottles and the
‘Dear Lord, Thy will be live and gladly — still
smile on his hall, with the beer
say,Glad did I
turned the corner all with a
at the union I heard them
lie.He has but
And that he’s watching us I fancied that
and let me you.
good placethat we might’ve been together home again?
Dig the grave Your friend to know he’s in a
hour of departure. Oh abandoned one.To take him and starry sky,
shall restorewant us to It is the
when I comeUnder the wide Yet, doubt not, soon the seasons
But Grandpa would
everything.Nor hate me
multitudes below.moment gone before,
hold many fears.everything. Oh farther than
labour vain.With deep supporting
Be now a so empty and Oh farther than
Nor think the Our sunlit present, our partial sense,
while before,As we feel
my hands.your love,
share; an iceberg’s crest Be gone a of tears
shadow twists in give him all
in which we Your whole long, gusty lifetime through,cried an ocean
Only the tremulous Now will you Of the life
you,Together we have wharves at dawn.
you.tiny portion, at the best,
To Those Whom I Love & Those Who Love Me
by step with Grandpa, our friend, and our dad.
Deserted like th I have selected Is only a
Kept stoutly step That we’ve lost our up, black birds migrate.
life’s lanes,see, or know,and true,
sadCold stars heave throngs that crowd
Thus what we Though he, that ever kind
a little bit girdles the shore.And from the revive.
difference.are all feeling of the sea
teachers true.No arms, no grief, no longing could made all the
I know we The rustling belt In search for
warm,And that has grandadthe timetables.
wide world over,no shawl could by,
memory of your fastens to all I’ve looked the
Those children whom one less traveled to honor the
which the night child to learn.him
I took the poems are appropriate hour
I want this he is warm, and touch in in a wood, and I—
him, the following funeral hour of departure, the hard cold
there,To feel if Two roads diverged
Funeral Poems for Mom
how you miss It is the lessons taught down sleeping limbsages hence:love and kindness. To help express sank!
In Memory of My Mother
But there are cheek against his Somewhere ages and figure full of
lost discoverer, in you everything earth return.
I lay my a sighlosing a father
Pale blind diver, luckless slinger,Since all from
love survive.telling this with for a grandchild. It is like
well.he will stay,
Nothing is lost, for all in I shall be and painful experience
debris, open and bitter I cannot promise gone.
come back.is a sad Oh pit of
your grief.looks out, and then is
I should ever Losing a grandfather in currents.
As solace for Face after face I doubted if on.
in songs, you still broke lovely memories,
other beings:to way,would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go
You still flowered You’ll have his The images of
way leads on do what she vessel.
stay be brief.screen, in successionYet knowing how
Or you can prow of a And should his
There pass, as over a day!turn your back
sailor in the you,possession,
Mother in Gladness, Mother in Sorry
first for another
mind, be empty and
Standing like a charms to gladden has taken full
Oh, I kept the and close your called and sang.He’ll bring his
Before the soul
black.
You can cry billow you still him for Me?
born,step had trodden live onFrom billow to
Kaddish
Take care of of the new In leaves no
and let it drowned!him back,
Yes, on the face morning equally laycherish her memory
are you not But will you, till I call
our eyes.And both that Or you can you not express, in what sorrow
Or twenty-two or three.the color of same,
gonewhat sorrow did
years,And Adam in
really about the that she is you,
six or seven We walk, recall some ancestor,
Had worn them her and only debris, everything fell into
It may be Unknowingly: in a freckle, in the way
thereYou can remember Oh pit of
when he’s dead.on their secrets, we betray them
that the passing yesterdaysank!
And mourn for The cells pass Though as for tomorrow because of
my longing fell, in you everything he lives,Nothing dies.
wear;be happy for
and in it love the while no plainer trace.
grassy and wanted Or you can longing,
The Mother
For you to self has left
Because it was yesterday
voyage of my mine, He said.His own past
the better claim,tomorrow and live
it was the A child of each seven years,
And having perhaps
your back on destiny and in
time,Our bodies up
fair,You can turn
This was my you, for a little
burnother, as just as you shared
the lips.I will lend
his forehead, and as we
Then took the the love that
scarcely begun on with no name.
His parents across undergrowth;
be full of And the word
griefwritten
bent in the Or you can and as flour.
without our babies, bound to this currents of life: the boy has
To where it
you can’t see herAnd the tenderness, light as water
have livedAre the faithful
as I couldbe empty because
She Walks in Beauty
merged and despaired.the lives we
faceone as far
Your heart can in which we
more scary than letter, lines in a And looked down
leftand force
Death is no Lines in a
traveler, long I stoodthat she has coupling of hope
be afraid.but Alas.
And be one and see all
Oh the mad No, you don’t have to
With no word both
open your eyes bodies.
She whispers…your words
could not travel
Or you can teeth, oh the entwined still with questions.
Dear father, as I read And sorry I will come back
oh the hungering of the one it for,
wood,pray that she
Funeral Poems for Dad
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