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Death of the Poet Destroyer

~The Untold Fatal Attraction Poem~

Mid-morning she sees the sun ahead
Her death flowed in a messaged bottle
Gazing into her brown eyes upon all open sores,
Her conscience dark and gray a never-ending war!
A giant cyclone of a thousand thoughts swirled around this little girl.
Inflicting away the pain, through the comfort of others pen
The way she twisted and twisted life’s perception was out of her control
Inside she knew the glass slipper was never hers to show off
 
She is baring nothing but a tainted pen, walking throughout eternity’s sand
A prosecutor of misdeeds, accomplishing what, without knowing the way
Departing from her fractured self, she begins to slip into a righteous form,
Twirling her twilight's pen like a baton, spinning it to one final stand
 
She awakens in a dream, where her sadness does not allow the light to reform
Her body is weak and pale against the birth of her undying sun
Staring down into the deepness of every-bodies abyss
Inside all souls is where she felt lighter, than the retarded sun gives
A crimson sky follows her just to reveal her diminished soul,
A life of shunning out the city glow will always dwell deep inside her
Sleeping under society as one, insulting the taste of innocent blood
Forgetting the vengeance, in a dimension where the pen is mightier than the sword
 
How did she let it come to this?
In one feeling she fell in love with the spirit of the living rhyme 
Watching from a cave, with a diabolical look
Refusing to grasp the self - nature and kill off the destroyer's will
A price beyond this enigmatic world, craving to be just like them
Condemning her meaning to a blasphemy of white butterflies
Destroying her poetic meaning that was destined to dance a tangle of endless rage
In love with the essence of her deceased will
She clings on to the dimness and brilliance at the same time
All corpses lost beyond the girl in question,
Sympathetic in a bizarre language, she mutters out sweetness
Her heart mended, recognizing all the adoration and poetic addiction
Exchanging the real terror, fixated by the life force of her poetic destruction
Giving birth to a new revelation
Now she will never deceive her love for the making of true art,
Not wanting to belong in this wretched world with her destroying criteria,
Her soul sails looking for a new era where love will no longer generate
As she loathes the love and decides not to destroy this generation with hate

At last, longing this one day with the angel of death
With a closing teardrop, one last thought
My death will not be the end; only the ascension~

by;pd

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Do you remember me

They walk silently along my hallways.
Floors littered with faded finery.
Do you remember my Granduer?
I had once been called the Queen of the sea.
Pulled down to the ocean's floor.
Swaying silently, so many sad souls
They are entombed here 
Forever a part of me 
Left to wander my halls
Sharing this watery hell
Faces frozen in skeletal grins
Evidence of our eternal sadness
Fish now swim across my stage
The band is silent
Still I remember
I absorbed them note by note
They played till my last moment
Yet it was not for my benefit
For I had betrayed them
My promises were empty
Temptation, travel, time together
Some mercifuly escaped
What did they remember of me?
Some came back in ghostly form
Searching for those I had taken from them
I will not release them
For I do not wish to be alone.




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LIGHTS OUT

Lights Out

One hundred years on and still the shout
“Everyone put your lights out”
Just for an hour from 10 to 11
And remember all those souls in heaven

One hundred years and still the cry
The perennial unanswered question “why?”
Is there a need in this hour of deed
For any to ignore or not to heed?

One hundred years, millions dead
In battles, wars and streets of dread
Trenches then, now car bombs blast
Tearing at families left aghast

One hundred years – again LIGHTS OUT
Not one city but the country throughout
Is this too much to ask ourselves
For those who died through bayonet and shells?

Lights out and let us honour our dead
Light a single candle in room or shed
Remember those terse words upon us yet
“Lest we Forget – lest we forget!”

August 4th 2014

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Meeting The Soupers

"Your first poem was an 
excellent poem....you are 
welcome...." Commented 
skat on my first poem.
"Wonderful and deep 
poem....you are welcome 
to poetry soup..." That 
was Poet Destroyer.
"Wow you have touched 
my heart in a special way 
with your poem.....your 
new friend Leonora 
Galinta" said Galinta.
"Well penned" said 
kithinji and so many 
special poets.
Hearty words from these 
unique poets spurred me 
to write better poems.
Which they appreciate.
Poetry soup is safe haven 
where feelings and 
emotions are expressed 
in tangible forms.
An educational enclave 
where different forms of 
knowledge are 
exchanged like two 
hands washing eachother.
Am most humbled to 
meet these dazzling 
gems radiating warmth 
like the sun-a privilege it 
is connect to parts of the 
planet.
I believe we all will meet 
someday,not in the after 
life.
Leonora Galinta is an 
angel to meet,whom I 
admire amongst others.
Love to set my eyes on 
her delicate and graceful 
nature. See her graceful 
carriage, feel her gentle 
hands and smiles as she 
exudes sweetness. I pray 
hand of time will 
backwards when that 
day appears as we walk 
in the woods leading to 
silent deep blue sea with 
gentle breeze 
whispering...... A prolific 
writer as well.
PD will I meet 
someday,love her 
amiable nature,full of 
grace and charm. A 
prolific poetess.
Skat is lovely with her 
immeasurable words of 
encouragement.
Kithinji will I love to 
behold,to learn from him.
Have drink with Robin,
Alian, shake akinyemi, 
stroll with Joe, hv a hike 
with
Sibanda, dine with Ralph 
and you.
Saying hi and hugs to 
Paz Samelo.
Meeting the soupers is 
making a happy family.
   Am gliding like the 
eagle,soaring higher as 
the day pass by.          
you soupers are my 
strength.








Name:Ifeanyi Bob 
Ekechukwu.
(Baron Of Ebullion)

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OK

There's no light in my eyes
faded for so long, i cannot see the hope
that was once there long ago.
as these tears fall, all i can do
is look around, i cannot
hear the sounds of your voice
coming through.

But i'll be OK
please don't try to follow me
it's not safe to go alone
there are things you shouldn't see.
i'll be OK
i know you must hate me
just give it some time
someday you will be fine
just know that i'm all right.

my soul grows cold like this tomb stone
the darkness always falls, pitch black
now i am all alone.
and as i fade, i guess i'll cease to be
nothing left inside i have died
so you could breathe.

But i'll be OK
please don't try to follow me
it's not safe to go alone
there are things you shouldn't see.
i'll be OK
i know you must hate me
just give it some time
someday you will be fine
just know that i'm all right.

in my dying breathe
the air rushing from my chest
i guess there's nothing left, no parting
shots no more time for arguments.
looks in your eyes, i know you'll
leave me now. our time has just
run out. our time is over now!

But i'll be OK
please don't try to follow me
it's not safe to go alone
there are things you shouldn't see.
i'll be OK
i know you must hate me
just give it some time
someday you will be fine
just know that i'm all right.
just know that i'm all right....

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Moving On

All around me
Beautiful words flicker
Candle flame bright
Dancing on the tip of a wick
Encompasing me in a soft glow

Forever cascades past yesterday
Gathering my thoughts
Hope drips eternal
I think of who you were
Jesus holds you now

Kiss the face of God for me
Languish in a greater Love
Memories will console me for a while
Now is a time to celebrate you
Open hearts are so rare

Peace was always your prosperity
Questions did not always require answers
Rest from a life well lived
Smile your glorious smile
Time is of no consequence

Use your forever well
Victory lives beyond an empty vessel
Wisdom flowed easily from you
X really did mark the spot
Yesterday was not the end of you
Z to A, A to Z, last stop eternity


Dedicated to Bob.


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I Wish

The last day I saw you,
You weren’t smiling,
You weren’t happy
The last day I saw you,
I didn’t know I’d miss you
The day I walked in and I heard you were gone
My heart crumbled into pieces,
I didn’t want to listen,
To the voices inside my head
To the thoughts that invaded my brain
Like parasites competing to gain,
A spot in my body

What was I supposed to do?
How could I understand?
You were gone
You disappeared into the ground
The hard,
Cold ground

I wish I knew you
I wanted to know you
I wanted to know everything about you
 
I hadn’t seen you in months
I told you good-bye more times than I said hello  
I pushed you away,
Look at where it got me

When you left
Everyone around me hurt
Thinking about your name hurt,
The material things you left behind hurt,
Everything and everyone hurt

They say the dead find peace
One way or another,
I want to know if you found the peace you deserve
I hope you preserved
The memories of the ones you adored
I wish you were here
I wish you could see the dent you left
Because my heart is bent

My legs can’t walk anymore
Because walking means moving
And I don’t want to move on 
I can name 365 people for every day of the year
That miss you 
For every precious day that goes by
We miss you in a different way


52 people who still cry every night
Thinking of you,
You were astonishing
I never got to tell you that,
I probably would have never told you that

Sadness isn’t part of what I feel now
I feel resentment,
Why were you taken away?
In the most cruelest of ways

Call me selfish because I want you back
Sorry,
Not to make you feel bad or anything,
But we needed you,
We still need you

After all,
I wish I knew you
I wanted to know you
But, I never got to know you

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YOU NEVER DIED

O Leader!, O Saviour! , O Braveheart!
Words went so sparse, in your praise
To Thank You, paint you an emblazon.
Galvanised is the nations skeleton now
We dare to fight, we dare to grapple.
There is no hawk on prowl, no one a maim 
You kindled the fire,  darkness burned
We enjoy the blue sky with dazzling sun

You were the Candle, you were the light
You were the ark, you swept the dark.
Courage is synonymous with your name 
Voice to, dumb by the oppression
An ear to the deaf, whose ears fear.
Shadowy  wings to the brood you gave
To outbrave the deserts of despondence
We learnt to crawl seeing you ahead.

Now I don’t dare to say, you left
You left us Dear Leader, they say
I feel all papers lie, all news is fake
I see, masses weep, wailing so deep
My hands shivered holding my pen
Crying for the lone cry in the wilderness
I, let not my tears roll out of eyeballs
Better seep in heart, nourish your love.

Your never died, and you never will
You live in the living of one and all.

© 30/09/2014
Malik Yaseen

 In loving memory of my beloved Leader and religious scholar Molvi Iftikhar Hussain Ansari (Kashmir, India), who left this abode today for a divine and eternal journey.

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True Measure of a Man

Ask not how did he die
But how did he live,
Not how did he fall
But how did he rise;

Ask not what did he gain
But what did he give,
Not how many
records did he break
But how many
hearts did he mend;

Ask not what was his church
Nor what was his creed,
But did he help the one in need,
Did he care to wipe a tear
And offer a word of cheer,
Did he bring back the smile
And rekindle the spirit meanwhile;

Did he walk
on the path of God
And did not falter
to call His name aloud;

The true measure of a man:
What he is,
Not what he has,
Nor what did his eulogy say,
But how many felt sad
when he passed away?


~Didactic poem contest by Regina Riddle
~11/28/2014

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I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel



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The Ship

The Ship

Foreshadowing the dusk, appeared immense,
magnanimous the skylines sent the ship,
its blackened sight embossed the thought and sense
of sailors that imagined its long trip.

The ship's black smoke ascended to the skies
from supercilious tall funnels, smog
bestowed its sacrificial offing size
to sovereign Gods that lived inside the fog.

In front of us, the ship's displacement thrilled
approaching, hence, magnificent the moors;
Her Soul, the Sea, and eulogy that killed,
relentlessly enticed, through dark allures.

The night descended when the ship's steel gaze
examined curious and measured me,
proposing wedlock and a fate of blaze,
my competence, demanding, in the sea.

Across the Straits, young Lady Sadness kissed
with ripping cold my twenty years and eyes,
resembling Her Soul, the Sea, amidst
the Northern winds that howled and life's demise.

© 10-15-2013, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic Pentameter)
G.V.


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Eden

-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
    Amen


~SKAT~

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Special Love


They are special 
With a love essential
They and only they are endowed 
With the amazing biology of giving birth 
And the natural ability to breast-feed to satisfaction 

They are special
With a love essential
They and only they are the world`s 
Mothers and grandmothers and sisters 
Who can care and love better than a mother?

They are special
With a love essential
They and only they have love that knows
No time, hardship, distance, disability or old age
Because a mother`s love is the epitome of perseverance 

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Skeleton

The skeleton

On the day you were born
I have bestowed upon you
We will spend together a lifetime
Without me inside you compare to glue
Like the cockroach who always hides
I can only be found deep inside the skin
I am not the one you find in the closet
I am the one in a sack of bones

Created from the dust
While your other half, given life from your ribs
The man always returns to the dirt he is
The women remain in the coffin, she made for us
The Apple Eve shared with Adam
Doomed us to die  from the start
From the snake came nothing good
Just a battle of evil in our hearts
A piece of skeleton from Adams rib
A rib from Adam he made Eve
Eve in form of a skeleton, with a breath 
Our bones will never unite in heaven
That is the price for Eve's deceive
She gave up our human paradise
Hiding in each and every one of us
Until the day we die
Adam will return as dust
While Eve stays to show death comes to us all!

The spirit and soul left us for eternity
As I remain where you last laid, your body rots away
You slowly depart, leaving me behind
You are going to the other world
While I remain in this box
        SKELETON
Never to see each other again

          4-1-10

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Under the Tall Trees

Of dust, of dirt;
suspended, lost, remarkable.

Of no merit;
forgotten, under the tall trees.

And bury him;
No accurate history serves.

Under cross;
buried in sand,
buried in dirt.

His face will carry forth,
past this miserable state.

To birth,
to die;
forth not.

Behold;
of man, 
of earth.

Of dust, of dirt;
suspended, found, 
frozen in time.

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acoustic chords


Forthcoming maid shall be his bride
along the margin of past years,
they were two distant pioneers,
and floating dreamers on their tide.

Her steady absence - (maybe not)
pristine of thought, adorned the drifts,
away from corals and sea reefs,
- her splendid pride, became his knot.

New vineyards now adorn the rails,
arcane the train, on distance fades,
the northern gusts like cutting blades,
became comrades of lonesome trails.

His railroad trip invites their song,
remote of feasts the paths ascribe,
where agons of passed lives describe
how pride in void expends the wrong.

Denoted moments, College verse,
their distant lives to then direct,
her laughter's threshold to project,
the Springtime fields of blooming thyrse.

Attracts him back where years convey,
her solving of the maths on board,
unique of thoughts his smiles award
and her acoustic chords portray.

© G.V. 07-20-2013 All rights reserved
(Iambic tetrameter)

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Lest we Forget the Horses

When the world practises Tao,
horses fertilize the fields.
When the world ignores Tao,
horses are bred for war.
The Tao Te Ching of Lao Tzu 

 Lest We Forget the Horses

Time speaks of history 
a vast and empty sadness 
washes over me 
watching old newsreels 
Highstepping horses, 
gentle eyes transformed in fear 
valiantly charging
under men that could not yield

Amid the noise of cannons
their beauty- gently haunting
Spirited, obedient, valiant
they charge over the
death-filled  battle-field 

Now the faded image shows
a glory past and gone
Yet we must remember them
And how their courage shone

Sides flecked with foam, obedient spirits,
so far from home, hoofbeats pound, 
crested necks, high dancing steps, 
with jingling bridles they rush as one, 
hearts bursting, falling in their stride,
somehow they know how desperate
 is this final, fatal charge

Faded film of ages gone
Lest we forget the horses
or the majesty of them
Lest we forget them
or the men who spurred them on 

In solemn re-enactment
we must remember them.

 Suzanne Delaney

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A Well Filled Life

I opened up the daily yesterday
and turned to the obituary page.
A friend of mine looked back at me from there.
He'd died at ninety years and one of age.

I cried out with surprise and wondering.
How can this world survive if he is gone?
Capsuled was his life in a few columns.
"How can this be?"  I ask, as I read on.

He'd lived his whole life in this small valley,
except when he was stationed in Japan,
during oft forgot war of Korea,
in battles never mentioned by the man.

We met when we worked at the county fair.
He was the manager and I a clerk.
He always treated me as his equal
and complimented me on my fine work.

Until retirement he was a banker
and in that role met everyone in town.
Without good reason none were sent away
and there were very few that he turned down.

For seventy-five years a Grange member
and served that time in all capacities.
An usher in his church for forty years,
he lived his life the loving Lord to please.

He even owned a small menagerie
and welcomed throngs of children to his place.
I know that God will have big jobs for him
as he arrives with smile upon his face. 

Written: Nov. 15, 2014.

Iambic Pentameter



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Measure for Measure

An eye for an eye
Soon the world was blind
A place full of misery 
Not one person was kind

People chose to get even
They believed in blow for blow
The bodies all stacked up
Corpses laid in a row

Forgiveness not heard of
Or the first going last
Antiquated ideas
Remnants of the past

Measure for measure
Cruel justice ruled the day
Each and every person
Had a debt to pay

The Bibles all burned
No saints could be found
The lovers of peace
All hidden underground 

They waited their time
Those on the surface died
The keys to the cities
From dead fingers pried

"Blessed are the peace keepers"
They inherited the Earth
The past not the future
We witness new birth


For Dr. Ram's Measure for Measure Contest



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Ending Thoughts

Staring up at the clear sky so blue Time is sliping away with my thoughts Wondering when my life may be through With each moment of life I've lost The world out there all around me Prevents my thoughts from keeping up with my sight It's a world out there that no others can see As my day fades away into the night I see faith in the lives of a choice select few Others living their lives at all costs The ones with faith in their hearts usually holding true The ones filled with greedy desire, always seem to get lost Don't cry for me when it's my time to leave As life for me has finely come to an end Share a smile for me, instead of tears when you grieve And rest my ashes next to the words that I've penned
Dan Kearley:10-24-11

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Linda-Marie Dance in Peace

She loved life for every ounce of caring
it gave her;
what she could not physically grasp - she lifted
with her heart.
When she could not dance
she swayed,
and when life became too painful to endure,
she prayed … and gave thanks
to everyone who loved her 
and there were many.
When she left, there was an empty space we could not fill
until now.
We must not fill our hearts with pain - but joy
like she.
When she could no longer write or type
a loving hand helped 
and now that she can no longer speak
her words speak for her.
That is her gift - she is our Sweetheart,
ever hopeful and lifting - always!

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A Gushing Eulogy on the Devil

The time when thy heart’d beat no longer
When thy soul’d be shaken by thunder
Of the innocent hands of the Death
Coming to take hold of thy breath
What thou can do but the End to face
And lie happily in the Death’s embrace?
Your body awaits the fire and lashes
You’ll be crushed to earth and be burnt to ashes
No more laughs and no more grins
What else to eat but fruits of sins?
Thy boasted grandeur shall turn into dust
All thy powers and all thy lust
Everyone you gulled, everyone you fooled
Will all be with you, by the fire cooled!
Then the Lord shall rise, and the Love shall reign
And then thou shall see all you did in vain
Nothing remains then but to sigh and moan
How would it feel then? To taste Death alone!

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I Am So Tired

I am tired of counting the red dwarf stars in the Milky Way.
I am tired of counting the 7 years of grain in Pharaoh's silos.
I am tired of counting the steps to the sacrificial altar of the Chichén Itzá pyramid.
I am tired of counting the people swallowed by the Antioch earthquakes of 115 & 526.
I am tired of counting the victims of the 1737 & 1839 India cyclones.
I am tired of counting the departed from the Influenza Epidemic of 1918.
I am tired of counting the death toll of the 1931 China floods.
I am tired of counting the total military and civilian casualties of WWI and WWII.
I am tired of counting the number of Jews killed at Auschwitz, Belzec and Majdanek.
I am tired of counting the drowned in the 2004 Indian Ocean Tsunami.
I am tired of counting the biomass of plankton in the Great Pacific Garbage Patch.
I am tired of counting the needles on the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center
I am tired of counting the cracked and dirty windows at Riker's Island prison.
I am tired of counting down the clock until the our Sun becomes a red giant and dies.

God help me! I can't sleep. I can't sleep. I can't sleep...
I'm immortal. I have OCD. I'm so tired of counting sheep.

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Do Not Cry For Me When I Am Gone

Do Not Cry For Me When I Am Gone

Do not cry for me when I am gone
Let there be no un-shed tears upon
Your soft and downy pillow of purity
Of loves here and past,

For in my past ongoing years you shed
No tears onto my pillow
Did our love ever begin or begun?
Of hearts of pure desires all aglow.

Do not cry for me when I am gone
The unwanted tears I’ve filled upon
My fallen cheeks make my memories.

Sometimes I feel like we were never meant to be
Do not cry for me when I am gone
Why could you not pick up the phone, when
I was alive?

Does it take a dramatic event of a death?
To make you face up to your mother
Is still living upon this great earth.

For I know once I am gone, there will not be a rebirth
Do not cry for me when I am gone,
No one lives forever upon this earth,
Do not cry for me when I am gone
Do not cry for me when I am gone.

Written: Sept. 20, 2014
Eve T.M.Carter

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POET IN A POOL OF LOVE

Poet in a Pool of Love
...... For You Ajinle

A
jin
le

When my yearning becomes a letter
Of love inside the dust of time
This lyric will deliver my affection to you
Ajinle the precious daughter of Adegboye
For love is always love
For two dreaming hearts
When their hearts never departs each other
When the cloud of love erupt their minds.

Ajinle
Love is not for coward hearts
Love is not for fragile minds
When I thought how I love you in silence
My heart beat faster
My spirit linger through your undiscovers planet
I found myself in a pool of love

Ajinle
When my song becomes a melody of joy
It is because of you!
My poems are not for ragged - minds
But I will read dirge if you departs my life
Or, is their anything to compare with the absence of love?

A
jin
le,
Our love and present-shadow is a destiny of tomorrow
Though we are way-farers

By,
Ajeyemi Wasiu .A.
Note: Ajinle 'Yoruba linage for female'
          Adegboye: 'Royal name belong to monarch family'