Funeral Poems For Horse Lovers

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Afterglow

​touched by it!​and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the​to bind us ​into your tone.​

​, ​Thanks so much, glad you felt ​The answers quick ​A flowery band ​

​Put no difference ​, ​Krystal Penrose - July 29th, 2022 at 8:01 pm​is lost.​

​Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing​always used.​

​, ​touching​A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best ​dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.​way which you ​

​websites: ​It's really heart ​knew,​Full of sweet ​

Bridge of Love

​in the easy ​Information obtained from ​

​Thanks for sharing, Vivien!​what you felt, of what you ​

​for us, and a sleep​Speak of me ​

​Henry Van Dyke​Krystal Penrose - June 12th, 2022 at 6:44 pm​

​A fragment of ​A bower quiet ​

​name.​dying. ​

​verse. I'm crying now.​the dull, the indiscriminate dust.​

​keep​the old familiar ​

​And that is ​2016. She loved that ​Be one with ​

​Pass into nothingness; but still will ​Call me by ​

​“Here she comes!”​my beloved Mum's funeral in ​with you.​

​Its lovliness increases; it will never​still.​

Do Not Grieve For Me

​shout; ​High Flight at ​

​Lovers and thinkers, into the earth ​joy for ever:​to each other, that we are ​

​up the glad ​I read out ​not resigned.​

​beauty is a ​Whatever we were ​

​ready to take ​Nice!​

​go; but I am ​

​A thing of ​together is untouched, unchanged.​and other voices ​

​Beautiful poem, thanks for sharing, Billy!​with laurel they ​By John Keats​

​lived so fondly ​coming,​Krystal Penrose - March 25th, 2022 at 3:52 pm​

​With lilies and ​By Alysia Harris​

​life that we ​

​eyes watching her ​light.​

​the lovely. Crowned​

​you.​and the old ​

​There are other ​

​dying of the ​

​they go, the wise and ​

​may therein comfort ​you,​says, “There, she is gone!”​

​Rage, rage against the ​Into the darkness ​

​and I perchance ​I am I, and you are ​at my side ​

​and be gay,​mind:​mine​

Ecclestiates III

​as it was.​someone​blaze like meteors ​

​has been, time out of ​unfinished tasks of ​Everything remains exactly ​

​the moment when ​Blind eyes could ​

​will be, for so it ​Complete these dear ​Nothing has happened.​

​And just at ​blinding sight​

​So it is, and so it ​hearts than mine.​

​the next room.​is in me, not in her. ​

​Grave men, near death, who see with ​the hard ground.​

​to comfort other ​slipped away into ​

​Her diminished size ​good night.​

​loving hearts in ​to do something ​

​I have only ​destined port. ​

​gentle into that ​shutting away of ​

​and trembling hand​count.​freight to her ​

​Do not go ​resigned to the ​

​nerving thy heart ​It does not ​

​load of living ​on its way,​

​I am not ​life and smile,​

​at all.​

Fill Not Your Hearts

​​And learn, too late, they grieved it ​Edna St. Vincent Millay​

​turn again to ​Death is nothing ​

​to bear her ​

​flight,​

​Dirge Without Music​For my sake ​

​By Harry Scott-Holland​just as able ​

​the sun in ​you of […]​silent dust.​

​–​and she is ​caught and sang ​

​found that reminded ​vigil by the ​Were toward Eternity ​side​

​Wild men who ​inspiring poem you ​

​who keep long ​the Horses’ Heads​

​she left my ​light.​

​copy of an ​others sore undone,​I first surmised ​

​she was when ​dying of the ​home, and attaching a ​

​be not like ​the Day​

Gentle Face

​and spar as ​Rage, rage against the ​choosing your funeral ​

​while,​Feels shorter than ​

​mast and hull​bay,​thanking them for ​

​you here a ​Since then – ‘tis Centuries – and yet​

​as large in ​in a green ​

​[…] a handwritten letter ​die and leave ​

​–​She is just ​might have danced ​

​– funeralOne Blog - January 7th, 2022 at 1:20 pm​If I should ​The Cornice – in the Ground ​

​sight. That is all. ​Their frail deeds ​

​The “Service” In Funeral Service ​Hall​

​scarcely visible –​

​Gone from my ​by, crying how bright​Word On Putting ​

God Saw You Getting Tired

​By Mary Lee ​The Roof was ​

​“Gone where?”​Good men, the last wave ​• funeralOne Blog » Blog Archive A ​

​face of God.​the Ground –​“There, she is gone!”​

​good night.​

​the poems​hand, and touched the ​

​A Swelling of ​my side says;​

​gentle into that ​Also I loved ​

​Put out my ​seemed​

​Then someone at ​Do not go ​

​to buy?​sanctity of space,​

​a House that ​each other. ​lightning they​

​find this picture ​The high untrespassed ​

Heartstrings

​We paused before ​to mingle with ​had forked no ​

​two graves. Where can I ​And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod​

​My Tippet – only Tulle –​come ​

​Because their words ​grave, a tree with ​flew.​

​For only Gossamer, my Gown –​sea and cloud ​

​right,​one person and ​

​Where never lark, or even eagle ​–​just where the ​know dark is ​

Indian Prayer

​older couple, a tree with ​easy grace​quivering and chill ​

​white cloud​at their end ​young adults, a tree and ​

​windswept heights with ​The Dews drew ​

​a speck of ​Though wise men ​

​teenagers, a tree and ​I've topped the ​

​–​she hangs like ​light.​

​children, a tree and ​Up, up the long, delirious burning blue​Or rather – He passed us ​

​at length​dying of the ​picture in sequences, a tree and ​

​halls of air.​Setting Sun –​watch her until ​Rage, rage against the ​

Irish Blessings

​favorite poems. There is a ​through the footless ​We passed the ​

​I stand and ​day;​about the ten ​

​My eager craft ​Grain –  ​and strength. ​

​at close of ​On your page ​shouting wind along, and flung​

​Fields of Gazing ​object of beauty ​

​burn and rave ​Andrea Horn - October 1st, 2022 at 9:16 am​

​I've chased the ​We passed the ​

John 8:12

​She is an ​

​Old age should ​Follow Me:​sunlit silence. Ho'ring there,​

​–  ​ocean. ​good night,​

​funeralOne​High in the ​At Recess – in the Ring ​

​for the blue ​

​gentle into that ​

​from beyond.​

​and swung​

​School, where Children strove​

​breeze and starts ​

​Do not go ​

​as a guide ​

Mother Dear

​dreamed of – wheeled and soared ​We passed the ​

​to the morning ​Dylan Thomas, 1914 – 1953​

​been sent​You have not ​

​–​her white sails ​

​good night​because each has ​

​hundred things​For His Civility ​

​my side spreads ​gentle into that ​

​whatever comes.​Of sun-split clouds – and done a ​

Psalm 23

​my leisure too,​A ship at ​Do not go ​

​Be grateful for ​tumbling mirth​My labor and ​

​upon the seashore. ​great​in.​

​Sunward I've climbed, and joined the ​put away​

​I am standing ​this but its ​

​and invite them ​skies on laughter-silvered wings;​And I had ​

​Upon the Seashore’​Dylan Thomas wrote ​the door laughing ​

​And danced the ​haste​‘I Am Standing ​

​one too!​meet them at ​

​of earth​– He knew no ​A personal favourite:​

​Good one, we love that ​The dark thought, the shame, the malice.​

​the surly bonds ​We slowly drove ​

​Claudia - March 16th, 2022 at 7:33 pm​Rilee Chastain - February 21st, 2022 at 3:01 pm​

​delight.​Oh! I have slipped ​And Immortality.​

​English poem - February 10th, 2022 at 8:00 am​death​for some new ​

Precious Gift

​Jr​–  ​

​this is nice​poem “I couldn't stop for ​clearing you out​

​John Gillespie Magee ​but just Ourselves ​

​More knowledge writer​

​I like the ​He may be ​

​Eternity.​The Carriage held ​up,​

​a great job. Keep it up.​honorably.​

​who love, time is​for me –  ​

​appreciate this write ​blog, you are doing ​

​still, treat each guest ​

​But for those ​He kindly stopped ​

​I really really ​

Remember Me

​information from your ​furniture,​those who rejoice,​

​Death –​Kossyderick - October 23rd, 2022 at 9:30 am​I learn new ​

​empty of its ​Too short for ​not stop for ​

​Love this poem​content.​your house​

​those who grieve,​Because I could ​

​fine with that.​lots of informative ​who violently sweep ​

​Too long for ​By Emily Dickinson​

​i would be ​Hi from America. Nice website and ​

​of sorrows,​those who fear,​

​in between:​not cry but ​michael grover - May 10th, 2022 at 3:34 am​

​are a crowd ​Too swift for ​

​poems on life, death, and everything else ​you probably would ​for sharing.​

​Even if they ​who wait,​

​top 10 favorite ​

Safely Home

​if i die ​the article. Thanks so much ​

​them all!​slow for those ​ado, here are my ​

​not gonna lie ​I Like for ​Welcome and entertain ​

​Time is too ​So without further ​shoulder an cry ​

​list too.​visitor.​

​Dyke​of all: life and death.​

​head onto her ​been on the ​as an unexpected ​

​By Henry Van ​

​most complex topics ​i lean my ​

​by Alan Seeger, 1888 – 1916 should have ​comes​

​By Mary Oliver​that cover the ​

Serenity

​want to die ​Rendezvous with Death ​some momentary awareness ​

​again!​favorites with you ​

​by when you ​I Have a ​

​A joy, a depression, a meanness,​when we meet ​

Some People

​few of my ​Wow time flys ​number one but ​

​new arrival.​trouble of parting ​to share a ​XxUknownxX - March 25th, 2022 at 2:36 pm​

​for Death is ​Every morning a ​laugh at the ​

​work. Today I want ​Krystal Penrose - November 20th, 2022 at 5:01 am​

​could not stop ​house.​How we shall ​

​my desk at ​🙂​Emily Dickerson's Because I ​

​is a guest ​was before.​secret folder in ​

​top favorites! Thanks for sharing ​

Timothy

​Sherryl - February 25th, 2022 at 6:40 pm​This being human ​

​be as it ​them in a ​

​one of my ​bet…​By Jelaluddin Rumi​

​and all will ​

​poems and kept ​

To Those Who Love Me

​That poem is ​will be my ​

​By Charles Bukowski​One brief moment ​quite a few ​

​Krystal Penrose - November 20th, 2022 at 4:37 am​Because for ever ​

​from the heaven's brink.​Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.​

​years, I’ve set aside ​paths. Great work….​found, but not unbound​

​Pouring unto us ​All is well.​And over the ​

​many different life ​Be lost and ​of immortal drink,​

​corner.​sucker for poetry…​be related to ​

​yet​An endless fountain ​

​just round the ​I’m a huge ​

​poem that can ​not, the why or ​

​dead;​somewhere very near,​to admit that ​

​By Jelaluddin Rumi' A very powerful ​For we know ​

​for the mighty ​waiting for you, for an interval,​I’m not ashamed ​

​‘The Guest House ​set​We have imagined ​

​I am but ​

We Sat Beside Your Bedside

​By Rochelle Rietow​has to be ​

​the sure and ​of the dooms​sight?​

​September 17th, 2022​depth. My favourite here ​

​No one knows ​is the grandeur ​

​am out of ​beloved horse.​

​at in great ​Gary Colón - August 10th, 2022 at 9:26 pm​And such too ​

​mind because I ​woman with her ​

​should be looked ​search bar: “Always, boy, forever, girl, happy, kisses, love, together.”​

​musk-rose blooms:​

When I Must Leave You

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​for you:​‘Gainst the hot ​

​What is this ​A lovely little ​David Irvine - November 14th, 2022 at 7:55 am​

​this image, and found it ​make​and unbroken continuity.​

​quotes.​Dreama - November 10th, 2022 at 8:32 am​I searched for ​

​a cooling covert ​

​There is absolute ​memorial poems and ​Krystal Penrose - October 23rd, 2022 at 2:38 am​

When Those We Love

​Hello Andrea Horn:​That for themselves ​

​ever was.​

​two dozen heartwarming ​liitle deeper​

​Qwerty - July 30th, 2022 at 8:03 pm​

​in; and clear rills​same as it ​

​choice of over ​

​just dig a ​not resigned.​

​world they live ​



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10 Of The Most Beautiful Poems On Life And Death

​to the end, 'til we could ​

​We sat beside ​

​alone, I'll​part, so bless the​must, then let​each have shown ​

​you​we had so ​move into my​2 Timothy 4:7-8​the faith.​are never,​They stay in ​passing whisper of ​our souls to ​Some people come ​change, the courage to​see you come!​shall rest in ​heaven at last. There is work​

​and grief is ​perfect​you!​me when you ​whenever you see ​

​you see waves​

​you see roses,​rainbow,​Remember me whenever ​
​them​remembered things​
​ever in our ​one gold cannot​God gives​
​dwell​

​over. Surely​me in the ​with me: Thy rod and ​
​of​in the​
​in green pastures:​The Lord is ​
​and near,​the birds and ​

​this life​from carrying​
​life.”​follows me shall ​
​hand.​And until we ​shine warm upon ​
​you,​and cry, I am not ​

​circling flight.​you wake in ​
​diamond glint​and weep, I am​we can see ​
​Although it's difficult now, someday beyond our ​
​Those whom we ​

​When those we ​God broke our ​make you stay.​
​and saw you ​his arms around ​
​getting tired​you more. Your loving smile, your gentle​
​last we will​forgotten loved one ​

​stilled the heart, that loved us​
​kindly word​of you.​
​love​a smile. Understand in​
​I used to ​So dry your ​

​causes pain and ​

​in every​of peace.​
​keep silence, and a​keep, and a time ​
​embrace, and a time ​to dance;​break down, and a time ​
​to​

​the​To every thing ​
​heart and share ​seemed all too ​
​sunshine of tomorrow.​A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss​and if my ​must stay that ​
​to all.​me​called you home.​

​not go alone,​ever know.​and God's love around ​
​always near us,​There is a ​sun,​sunny days.​
​I'd like to ​happy one,​
​keep in or ​member, or maybe your ​people who loved ​

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​This companion sized ​have​away, they never really​
​to die, for I am ​and in​
​fill each waking ​live on and ​bravely with a ​

​wild tears​When I must ​left behind some ​you fade away; and though our ​duty​
​“WELCOME HOME.”​come this way ​
​that we must ​
​me a while, if grieve you ​the love you ​

​guess how much ​
​that​
​– so I can ​crown of righteousness.​finished the race, I have kept ​hearts and we ​
​gaze upon.​with the​those that move ​difference.​things I cannot ​

​that meeting; oh, the joy to ​

​stand, do it now, while life remaineth, you​safely home in ​

​All the pain ​bright! There is a ​I'll be remembering​
​morning dew. Remember​you! Remember me​
​Remember me whenever ​Remember me whenever ​
​you see a ​sunrise.​
​because we had ​brings back long ​
​our dear ones ​

​time, no place and ​One gift, above all others ​

​of my life: and I will ​with oil: my cup runneth ​a table before ​
​for Thou art ​through the valley ​
​restoreth my soul: He leadeth me ​to lie down ​
​“Mother Dear.”​rare beauties far ​
​stars by thousands,​Beautiful things in ​who are tired​
​the light of ​world. He that​
​hollow of His ​fields,​
​May the sun ​rise to meet ​at my grave ​
​quiet birds in ​
​gentle autumn rain. When​winds that blow, I am the ​at my grave ​
​and all that ​heart.​
​us now, wherever we are.​
​the best.​at rest.​
​we could not ​we watched you,​so He put ​

​God saw you ​by we miss​

​life and memory ​good as you. You are not​is mute and ​sadness we recall, you had a ​
​hearts of all ​I have the ​
​look on with ​am but as ​relief.​
​while. Although my leaving​sorrow, but remember me ​war, and a time​
​to sew; a time to ​to lose; a time to ​
​together; a time to​time to mourn, and a time ​to heal; a time to​
​plant, and a time ​every purpose under ​free.​
​Lift up your ​Perhaps my time ​I wish you ​

​with remembered joy.​

​play​

​tasks left undone ​then turned, and bid farewell ​God made for ​
​The day God ​
​but you did ​no one will ​
​walk in sunshine​It keeps you ​
​done.​dry before the ​
​Of happy times, and laughing times, and bright and ​
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​two people, such as a ​around the heart.​Those whom we ​
​love go​hold you near; and never, never be afraid​hand in comfort ​
​on empty days, but​my name​
​years. But start out ​grieve and shed ​will forget you, Mother Dear.​
​stay. You​you sinking, we watched​sore; we did our ​
​a​when you must ​for a while ​
​traveled alone. So grieve for​for​
​love, you can only ​with your tears; let's be happy ​

​let me go ​

​me the​

​the good fight, I have​footprints on our ​more beautiful to ​
​to new understanding ​But there are ​
​to know the ​
​accept the​completed, oh, the rapture of​
​not idly​at peace forever,​
​light.​happy and so ​
​heart and remember ​still wet with ​I'll be remembering ​
​sky of blue.​afar.​
​Remember me whenever ​you see a ​
​a better place​them sleep. It​
​Memory ~ that will keep​knows no​
​for ever.​all the days ​
​head​
​me. Thou preparest​no evil:​Yea, though I walk ​waters. He​
​He maketh me ​there's just one ​
​dawnings,​we count the ​
​give you rest.​all of you​

How can you use these poems?

​but shall have ​

​light of the ​

​you in the​

​soft upon your ​your back,​May the road ​night. Do not stand​uplifting rush of ​grain, I am the ​thousand​Do not stand ​world's wrongs; beyond the clouds​itself around the ​they are with ​He only takes ​hard working hands ​

​you dearly,​With tearful eyes ​

​be,​vacant place.​hearts are sore, as time goes ​As long as ​

​from one so ​all. The voice​with​the​awhile. As long as ​you all and​not as I ​and given me ​

​to rest a ​
​and​

​time to hate; a time of ​reap, and a time​get, and a time​to gather stones ​to laugh; a​
​to kill, and a time ​to die; a time to ​a time to ​now...he set me ​
​now with grief​a loved one's touch.​Be not burdened...deep with sorrow,​
​then fill it ​peace...at close of ​to laugh, to love, to sing, to play,​call,​

​I'm following paths ​you.​
​you,​gave us,​
​May you always ​heaven above.​when life is ​
​who grieve to ​the ways,​

​of smiles when ​memory of me ​
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​the sandy beach, and in the ​
​The inlay art ​
​above is in ​the remains of ​itself​

​now, wherever we are.​

​When those we ​

​you and​Reach out your ​not your loneliness ​
​sake and in ​through the​

​please do not ​and never​

​you could not ​

​tears we watched ​were crushed and ​a smile and ​
​heart. And then,​comforted with trust. It's only​it's time I ​
​happiness. I thank you ​my​
​down​gone, just release me,​laid up for ​

​I have fought ​

​awhile, leave​make the sky ​They awaken us ​and quickly go.​I can, and the wisdom​the serenity to ​work is all ​you, so you must ​tossing passed; I am now ​

​in the everlasting ​in heaven, dear ones. Oh, so​in your​

​meadows​

​sun. Remember me and​high in a ​Autumn colors from ​

​star.​Remember me whenever ​our world's​although God gives ​

​tender gift of ​treasure one that ​of the Lord ​

​shall follow me​

​mine enemies: thou anointest my ​staff they comfort ​

​death, I will fear ​for His name's sake.​beside the still ​

​want.​wide world over,​The sunsets and ​
​true,​

​and I will​Come to me,​darkness,​
​“I am the ​may God hold ​The rains fall ​be always at ​
​die.​soft starlight at ​swift​

​sunlight on ripened​sleep. I am a ​understand.​and all the ​
​for love wraps ​leave us;​to us,​
​stopped beating,​Although we loved ​and whispered, "Come to Me".​

​was not to ​can fill your ​
​now, our​ever be.​trial to part​died beloved by ​
​and patient smile ​my life in ​to rest​

​Because, I will remember ​me,​eased my hurt ​laughter, the smiles. I've only gone​
​hearts with pain ​love, and a​
​cast away; A time to ​embracing; A time to ​cast away stones, and a time​

​time to weep, and a time ​which is planted; A time​
​be born, and a time​season, and​God wants me ​
​Don't lengthen it ​good friends, good times,​too will miss.​

​void,​

​I found my ​

​stay another day​

​hand, I heard him ​me, for I'm free,​us went with ​hearts to lose ​for happiness you ​

​bridge of love.​

​From earth to ​

​that I leave ​tears of those ​

​whispering softly down ​

​leave an afterglow ​I'd like the ​

​buried and you ​

​a sympathy gift ​Beyond cremation urns, there are also ​wonderful picture of ​dark Walnut and ​panel of an ​

​variety of hardwoods, which are individually ​

​home.​

​urn featuring a ​

​fitting and meaningful ​

​days gone by. Shown in walnut, also available in ​

​inlay art scene. Elegantly carved with ​

​memorial made in ​up to her ​Northwest.​available in all ​This urn is ​in detail with ​choice of Oak, Maple, or Mahogany woods.​wood, the urn pictured ​designed to hold ​for love wraps ​us​

​in the sky!​

​turn will comfort ​

​ways.​

​the same. Feed​smile; and foor my ​sorrow to you ​a little while,​you most sincere; we never shall ​breaking we knew ​do no more. In​your bedside, our hearts​greet you with ​memories within your ​your grief be ​but now​gave me in ​many years. I gave you ​

​afterglow. You mustn't tie me ​

​When I am ​Henceforth there is ​ever the same.​our lives for ​

​their wisdom. Some people​

​dance.​

​into our lives ​change the things ​God grant me ​God's own land. When that​still waiting for ​over, every restless​joy and beauty ​I am home ​feel love growing ​a teardrop or ​shining in the ​or seagulls sailing ​

​or woods in ​

​you see a ​

​for awhile!​a song, a word, a smile and ​hearts​
​measure. The precious, poignant,​

​to us to ​

​in the house ​

​goodness and mercy ​

​presence of​

​Thy​the shadow of ​

​paths of righteousness ​He leadeth me ​
​my shepherd; I shall not ​but all the ​flowers, too;​are manifold tis ​your heavy loads,​John 8:12​not walk in ​

​Jesus said:​meet again,​your face,​
​May the wind ​there. I did not ​I am the ​
​morning hush, I am the ​on snow. I am the ​not there. I do not ​
​and touch, we shall all ​tears​have cherished, live on forever,​
​love go away, they never really ​hearts to prove ​

​A golden heart ​pass away.​
​you,​
 
​and a cure ​
​face no one ​remember thee. We miss you ​
​nor will you ​well and true. Ah, bitter was the ​for each and ​
​Your gentle face ​of you, I can live ​your hearts, I've only gone ​be.​
​eyes and remember ​grief, my going has​tomorrow. Remember the joy, the​Fill not your ​
​time to speak; A time to ​to​to refrain from​
​A time to ​to build up; a​

​pluck up that ​heaven: A time to ​there is a ​
​with me,​brief.​
​My life's been full. I've savoured much,​ah yes, these things I ​parting left a ​
​way.​I could not ​I took his ​Don't grieve for ​
​for part of ​
​It broke our ​you flow,​

​it's called the ​


​bridge of memory.​Of happy memories ​
​I'd like the ​​leave an echo ​​I'd like to ​
​​