Funny Bereavement Poems | Examples
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First thought when I wake up,
Is how much I miss you,
I think of the light in your eyes,
Your beautiful smile too,
Your infectious laughs,
The dreams I had for you,
The goals you made,
And the ones you pushed me to do,
Your pure heart,
How some days you pushed through,
Still always lifting others,
I'm so proud of you,
I miss your hugs,
Your kisses and stories too,
I never thought this life,
Would provide so few,
Sometimes I pick up my phone,
To call or text you,
Tell you something funny,
Or just ask what's new,
But then I remember,
What I wish wasn't true,
You're no longer on this earth,
I no longer have you,
How do I face each day,
I haven't got a clue,
How can the world go on,
It doesn't make sense without you,
I don't want to face another night,
Or wake to another morning dew,
Not unless this universe,
Gives me back you.
Woodsman on a prowl
Sneaking around like an owl
Noticing innocents getting a fright
Watchman you are a good knight
Defending partiers in a plight
Battling a monster in a murderous fight
Erich you guarded them all
Despite the rainfall
Where thunder clapped
Lightning snapped
Spotlighting your heroic stage
Heralded by the girls maturing in age
Until your deadly scripted page
As we reflect surrounded by campfire mist
Who should be on the angelic list
Mr. Anderson may not have received Brad Clooney fame
But we knew your look maybe not name
Reminded the rat was Ben
While the chopping mall no longer needed Ken
RIP mechanical hiking buddy
Protecting those from evil not really funny
Make it sunny
Heavens will be brighter
Since you are now a soulful fighter
We all down here
Are in it for the scream and cheer
Toasting Rob Dier
With a corkscrew and beer
Since my partner passed away,
Life has not been good,
Maybe it's my state of mind,
To be misunderstood.
But many situations would be simply understood,
It's when you know it's where abouts,
What's the likelihood.
So many of my items have moved from where they were,
A lack of concentration,
Or a sneaky saboteur.
I don't find it funny as it happens all the more,
It really gets my blood to boil,
And causes big uproar.
Some I find weeks later,
But some don't reappear,
I also find that very strange,
If not a little *****.
Is my loving partner playing a little game,
And have a little giggle when someone else ide blame.
A V.I.P, Our Queen you see. There will never be anyone else quite like her.
Always dressed in her Absolute best, nothing more and nothing less.
Her absolute favourite was M&S.
Not a hair out of place, or lack of smile upon her face.
Everywhere she went, Our nana radiated beauty, elegance and grace.
Our Nana was a hero, Sweet but Stern,
Funny but Firm, Small and Mighty,
Terrific and Tiny.
A force to be reckoned with I think you would all agree, Zooming around with her frame Ever so hastily!
Throughout the years there were ups and downs, Our nana got up and straightened her crown.
An inner strength I most admired, Our nana's time came and she grew tired.
We tucked her in and said Goodnight, your wings are ready, you can stop this fight.
We will all be okay and take care of our Mum, go to Grandpa now Our nana, go and live another lifetime of fun.
I told you I love you, but never how much,
I said sorry, but never how deep,
And also thank you, but perhaps not how sincere.
You knew you were thought of, but not how often,
You knew you were needed, but not how you were wanted.
Always funny, but never told how much,
Of course, I never told you how much I loved being your son,
I told you to fight but not how dearly I wished you to stay,
Nor how comforting it would be to hug you again.
All of these words are reservedly for you,
Fragments of my heart, Fy nghalon wedi torri,
Never have any words been more true
How is from me with wholehearted love to you.
God bless you Mam
Very funny how it is easy to be lonely in a city of millions
Very Crazy how it all goes from bustling and noisy
To killing the night in a cold-blooded silence
The night becomes so silent
The beat of my heart screams louder
Than a pregnant woman in labour
At a General Hospital with no electricity power supply
A simple indication that once again
I am back to the trenches of my loneliness
Where thoughts of what tomorrow holds
In a faulty system
Hunts my mental health
Rapes my subconscious
And leaves my hope hopeless
Praying crosses my mind
But that will be me joining millions to pray amiss
Maybe I just need a willing to cheat Miss
To come fill my lonely night with sonorous moans of pleasure
!
My pocket cannot sponsor my desire for pleasure
Maybe I should end it all
Once and for all
©ABSOL
There was a man that lived they said
his whole life in grief and dread
A fool who did but once entwine
in his arms a maiden fine
Love for those in stories told
of how this legend would unfold
This lass on many a night
did leave her husband’s loving sight
To a cottage in the town
she would sneak without a sound
Inside a fire warm and glowing
secret shadows flames were throwing
Two alone they thought they were
until her husband did appear
Vengeance burned inside his chest
as the dagger pierced her breast
Dying words she did utter
“You jealous fool he’s my brother”
It is the ultimate in Irony,
And it is everything short of funny,
As people give up the chance of honest money,
To sour streets to the point where they are no longer sunny.
Risking friendships,
Working relationships,
Breaking up partnerships,
Truly believing they are sailing their own ships,
As words cherry picked from pirated ships,
Captained by those with doubtful fellowships,
Who refuse to divulge who owns the ships,
Are passed on to to a growing membership,
Who refuse to believe they are sailing in doomed ships.
Oh the Irony of it all,
As they have the gall,
To go to a mall,
And talk of freedom for all,
When once home into a chair they fall,
Unable to turn off the switch on the wall,
Connected to a screen that increases their zeal,
For what is unreal,
In a time when our backs are against the wall,
With covid in it for the long haul.
THERE GOES THE LOOKING GLASS
There goes the looking glass
It's shattered and yet serene
The queen's out of business
The dwarves look really mean
There's snowy and a mountain
Yet the ride was really long
The apple and the eye drops
Were in tears that said belong
The house was simply empty
With no wolf no cubs and bare
With grandma in the oven and
The twin kids are always there
The live and love was never distant
Yet in the garden one was all alone
With crystal balls and constant calls
Always near and closer to a phone
A goose was gone by morning
And the eggs were in the fry
Yet gold and glean glistened
With an always simply in a try
Then the story turns to ashes
Yet a magic steals the shown
In a queen who saw a vision
Of just two or three to know
So, the capture for the moment
Is in a picture that's not a tale
In a fable that was not so funny
In an ending of a happy or a well
Yet it's jack be quick who listens
With all the candles and no flame
Simply for the reason in a many
Yet just two or three to name
Happy birthday to you
You make up what is new
You are sorry you're born
when old becomes you
You're not what I'd call
older than me at all
But you're just a spring chicken
that's too hot to call
So remember my line
that your older than time
When you think you're dismembered
and the life you lived rhymes
So forget your old beef
that your dead for a piece
When the lord burns your candle
even when you're deceased
Never saw anyone with a brighter smile,
a quicker wit.
Mundane chores were joke fodder;
You convulsed at your own folly,
Marked the hours by chuckles
Grim labors lightened,
In the steady stream of hilarity.
What is the price you pay;
For this cheer, this regular rhythm of life
They have absorbed it,
It is well woven into their beings.
Do you let the tears fall?
In spaces where you disappear
The storms ravage in full measure,
The memories, the grief
The anxieties engulf you.
Let the ramparts break.
The large pictures on every wall,
Keeps him near you.
The candles you light
Shine warmth into their little hearts.
They reach out to him with small folded hands,
Every morning, every night
When it breaks my heart so,
What is the toll on you?
Now I am older, safety nets all in place
I may not recognize you
You will definitely not remember me
But that funny voice, the effervescence
A strand of that resilience
I want to bring into my life
One day I will stop by
And fill up some joy.
What the obituary doesn’t say & I want to remember is how you were a family leader making our breakfasts, driving us to school, and graduating college.
What the obituary doesn’t say & I want to remember are the bottle rockets fights, kicking the can, riding the lawnmower, sleeping in the boat's cuddy cabin, the skipping of Sunday school by entering the cave above the dam in our Sunday best.
What the obituary doesn’t say & I want to remember are all the stories you told or that were told about you from the funny to the obscene and even to the obnoxious.
What the obituary doesn’t say & I want to remember is the character, the laugh, and the life of you.
In the cemetery walks the wind;
Trees move seems like out of the way;
As the sun escorts it's whelm;
Funny little birds running out cross grasses play;
walks cemetery winds...
Tenderly the gravestones sit;
Those marble stones tandem large;
Up upon the rays of sun hit;
Hard to move insects crawls;
walks cemetery winds...
Illuminating suns brights;
This activity clings to the night;
Superstitious postings barred;
Hapless spins of jaded scars;
No bumps, No boos;
It's broad open daylight;
No ill practices of demon rituals clues;
walks cemetery wind on cruise;
2/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
" It's humid outside
It has just rained
Sitting in my car
In the cemetery
Between my job
I've just written
a poem about my brother...
And his family
Funny it's also
My father's birthday
Yet he too is deceased and gone
WOW I am I'm full of Glee. (Why you see---)
Although most all my loved ones are dead and gone
It's the Jesus around me and in me that keeps me going on I'll be strong!
I still have my three children and two grandchildren
My wife is gone her parents too
Even one of her sister also passed and my in-laws too
I celebrate their life by saying this today
Better get right before death comes my (our)way
We all need to kneel down and pray
Oh I miss the physical ones but yet they're living on
Eternally !
I pray that they're in the arms of Jesus
This I must believe and when my time come
When I'm laid in a box
I hope people remember me
I hope they think of me a lot
Mercy Lord !
Hallelujah!!!
This is one of my fondest prayer "
9/9/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2019
Since she died, I have to build
a makeshift funeral pyre
to burn up all the secrets told
her letters lit afire
I read them through before I do
the funny, sweet and shocking
things she shared when we were kids
vicious flames now mocking
Their heat distorts my vision
with a wavering in the air
as I quell my indecision
and try hard not to care
Though it hurts, I cannot hold
on to what would become twisted
misunderstanding things she told
of what her life consisted
So many clever bits and pieces
of lovely sisterhood
slow the savory memory releases
things unspoken yet understood
Now tearing into tiny fragments
salvaging what I can
I burn and die a little as I
throw them in the can
For on this makeshift funeral pyre
I offer my sacrifice
and 'though I know- it's loyal and true
I feel I'm losing her twice
Like vicious beast, the blazing flames
are licking, burning with poison tongue
eating memories accumulated
when my heart was free and young
A smoldering within my soul
now singed, and seared, and scorched
feeling somehow less than whole
my heart a wasteland, barren torched