Death Anniversary Poems | Examples
These Death Anniversary poems are examples of Anniversary poems about Death. These are the best examples of Anniversary Death poems written by international poets.
This is "House of Khloe" part two
Grand mama has long gone home
Free from disease and pains
Lo, at last our mama has joined Grand ma
In the heavenly assembly
What a sight what a glory that would have been
Grand mama with her adage and admonition
And mama with her melodious voice
Joining the heavenly choir, laying down crowns
And raising the royal diadem in joyous celebration
We the house of Khloe are not mourning again
We also join the host of the heavenly choir
From earth we lay down the crowns as we bow in worship
We feel lost here,
It’s been a year
Since my biggest fan has departed
Leaving all of us disheartened.
Some days are good, some are hard;
Your leaving left us scarred.
So many mixed emotions
Our lives turn in chaotic motions.
I know exactly where you are,
Yet you still feel very far.
I know we’ll be reunited
And the thought leaves me excited.
But we are no less lonely,
And the days still pass slowly.
We love and miss you, Katie.
Good New Day, Blessed Resurrection Day.
To God be the Glory.
This day is not the end but the start of His story. He's graced and placed us to receive Himself . His mercy grace freed us.
Given the ultimate chance to redeem ourselves, Our life is blessed, He paved away.
For us to be eternally saved,
and for that, we praise and thank Him.
We're unworthy, but yet in YOU, LORD, we're Holy. We be the Righteousness of God.
We acknowledge you, birth, death, and resurrection.
And receive you unto ourselves
THANK YOU, JESUS, for saving us,
replacing us on the cross
Worthy is the LAMB
You are the Holy Mighty, LAMB AMEN
4/5/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
A SONNET FOR THE DREAMING KING
(APROPOS OF MLK DAY, CIRCA TODAY)
On a cold balcony, in night’s darkness,
Stood a man known as the Dreaming King:
His weary body a stranger to rest and doubt,
He resolved to navigate, ‘til peace would rein.
Suddenly, a cracking sound pierced the air;
Though not an ear, the bullet found its fleshly feast:-
The alarmed world became filled with gross despair—
Death had summoned the God-sent prophesied priest:-
The king had been crucified, but the dream had not:
Faith is so much stronger than debilitating hate and bigotry;
And there is nothing that can discourage the faithful lot:-
Know that with amazing grace, we will become free
Long live King’s spirit! Though he has passed,
We shall overcome, and shall be free at last:-
A google article gives 'allied troops' credit for liberation
Of the death camp.' It was Russian forces that did it really.'
Working in step with free countries.' When did they become enemies of the west.? Certainly under stalins rule
They were a threat..Yet in the late 1980s they proposed the
Glasnost agenda.' And handed East Berlin to n a t o.) With
The agreement n a t o would not move one inch further east.' Now they are the enemy again.? Although they are;
A free market country with a Christian ethos.' It all looks
Rather suspect to me.' Against such observations drawn from
History.'
A beautiful sunny day,
In the land of paradise.
Thunder rings in the distance as my,
Pulse quickens, and dread takes over.
There are no clouds in the skies,
I sense the devil is approaching.
Looking down from the mountain of heaven,
I see the hellfire from the,
Circle of blood from the devil.
The fire and blood falling from the sky,
As they hit the grey ladies when they sink.
Within a flash, I see thousands of bodies,
Flying, bleeding, and dying defenseless,
Against the devil,
The devil who flies in the sky, with the circle of blood.
This one act of cowardice will fuel the anger of,
The nation, which will ultimately lead to war.
This will be known as the Day of Infamy.
It is a day that America will never forget.
We exist in ourselves with multiple connections
We earthly move as, I, me, mine/ fictional
pretenses all together as a trio of one.
We enliven our ancestors in every
aspect of past life overtures.
In physical death we are surrounded
by/with every eternal loved one, as they
patiently wait in their spiritual wings, eagerly
awaiting to celebrate our ethereal homecoming.
Spiritual vanguards
pave our paths to soulsville
speck of dust rejoice
November 21, 2022
(53rd Wedding Anniversary of Barbara and Frank)
By Franklin Price
11/21/2022
It is November twenty-first
Of twenty twenty-two
Fifty-three years ago tonight,
I forever married you.
We repeated vows, exchanged our rings
Said, until death do us part
Now you're looking down from heaven
Yet you're always in my heart
I still feel your hand in mine
As when you were my loving wife
I know God arranged it all
As I move along in life
If I could do it all again,
I would never hesitate
Our marriage was no accident,
It was the hand of God, and fate
Dad died during his dream. A dream of delaying his
death, destroying the cancer and deterring his doom.
His date with destiny deployed and determined. The
doctors did there darnest to defibrillate him. He died
determined on the table as his heart defeated him and
his family. The doctors delivered the deflating news
after the surgery dissipated. Where on this December
day the weather turned distant and dark. Every
December passing since, there's a drizzle of
dreariness. Decades later the dragonslayer still drags
on disreputable, dwelling in my mind.
9/26/22
Anniversary Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Sara Kendrick
N/A
"There are some who bring a light so great to the
world that even after they have gone the light remains."
_Unknown
Anniversary
beautiful
charm dangles ever from
glittering heirloom
idyllic juju
keepsake
lovely memories
necklace ornament
palpates
quiet recollections
sorrow terrible
unbidden
valediction withdrawal
xoxo
yearnings zapped
_____________________
September 08, 2022
Poetry/ABC/Husband's Death
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1486-133-08
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Anniversary
sponsor, Sara Kendrick, Judged 10/16/2022
First Place
My heart was seized by grief; for days, the tears would flow.
No blow could be more shocking. My sweet Mama died
On Labor Day, September 5, two thousand five.
Precious memories of her deep love bring me a smile~~
This Labor Day, September 5 of twenty-two.
September 5, 2022
Fifth June 2021 you passed on to glory
Seven days to your 58th birthday
Today as the world celebrates
Your 59th posthumous birthday
Your legacy of love lives on
Your legacy of charity lives on
Your legacy of forgiveness lives on
One life for Christ was all you had
One life for Christ was so dear to you
He was your strength
He was your joy
He was your all
Without Him you would have fallen
Prophet TB Joshua happy birthday!
May my greatest feat,
My magnum opus be:
That I loved whole heartedly
And extraordinarily!
May those who knew me,
Know I loved thee best.
The sunflower leaned
against the burning candle,
fat. a quiet night
of sumptuous feasting -
notable,
the crème brulee and berries
covered in whipped cream,
two flutes
filled with asti spumante.
the cheers that took two years
to occur -
after a pandemic and a death,
but let’s
for tonight
remember the romance -
two sips…two bites
mmm…delight
full.
4/22/2022