Funeral Dad Poems | Examples
These Funeral Dad poems are examples of Dad poems about Funeral. These are the best examples of Dad Funeral poems written by international poets.
On the 4th of December 2015
You departed
For a journey of no return
Going beyond
Leaving behind
All you love and worked for
None can fill the void you left behind
We miss you our lovely father
Rest in power not in peace, dad.
You were a mantle of leadership
A man of integrity and more
Always guiding and protecting
All you love unapologetically
Love you always give without hesitating
Telling us it's the greatest force in the Universe
Death is inevitable and life is unpurchaseable.
You departed without a notice
After a brief illness
While we were all waiting for your healing
You left when we needed you most
You were so crazy about your ambition
Leaving a legacy behind your priority
We still aching from the pains of your deceased
This trauma is forever, our irreplaceable dad
You'll forever live in our hearts, your children.
We all saw him seize his mum’s shoulder
And smile but in his heart a boulder
I knew you didn’t catch the second;
I happen to have a mind fecund.
What my eyes snatched was a masquerade:
A face vandal might want for a raid
But this he’s not acting on purpose;
Just not here to hear what lips propose:
Mark is a heir planning Dad’s funeral
While, for now, no crate of mineral:
One thousand guests who cherish cold beer;
Why would normal eyes not announce fear?
Yes, not about ideas voicing
Nor over man’s cash gifts rejoicing,
Your hand, too, should ransack the pockets
And watch Mark’s eyes pop out of sockets!
We carry Dad in this huge box,
four of us bearing the weight,
that of him, that of the box, this very box,
this weighty combination, a virtual sarcophagus,
or so it seems to us,
the four siblings who support this box,
this very box, this hefty bulk,
containing our dad, on this day.
He was our old friend, still so,
and is a guy who supported us,
kept us in bread, daily,
and much more, much more.
He is a heavy man
in this accursed, hefty, weighty box.
Our shoulders sag, slump,
two left, two right.
Oh, the weight of this dear father
in this big box, on this day,
a huge thing we'd rather not bear.
Do we not wish this man would spring to life?
(May 2022)
It was early in the morning
I saw my neighbour comming out of the car
I asked how his dad is doing and how things are going
He said dad is good and everything is great
In the evening we went for a funeral and it was his dad
Death goes around to every door without waiting or letting anyone go
About the time of its arrival we never know
Its better to burry the ego before it's time to be gone forever.
Thinly lined eyelids seal the window to his soul.
His cheeks sink in, countenance concealed and dull.
His still lips wrinkle down to a frown, without tone.
With undoing infirmity, his breath has turned to stone.
Feeble flesh has overtaken the strength that he knew.
This mail order cadaver looks nothing like you!
In this velvet-lined box an imposter is displayed!
Daddy, where are you in the midst of this trade?
11/13/19
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Loveable clowns. Doing tricks. Exciting grownups.
I am four. They terrify me. Their faces looks weird.
I hate their red lips.
Reminds me of blood.
More afraid of them than of any Dracula.
Look at them! They are funny! My aunt says.
She takes my hands away from my eyes.
You are missing them! She says. “I paid good money for this circus.”
I wish she had saved her money.
My heart beats fast.
My grandmother mistakenly thinks I liked the circus.
For my birthday she gets me a clown doll.
It makes me shudder.
Take it out of the box! My mother says.
The box reminds me of Grandpa’s funeral.
I am more terrified than I was before.
Put it in your room, my dad orders, and pretend you like it.
I give my grandma a hug and run it up there.
Shove it under the bed.
Have cake and ice cream.
Everyone sings happy birthday.
I am five!
I run upstairs, get my pajamas on and get into bed.
“Don’t forget your prayers!” My dad says before he shuts my door.
I get down on my knees.
Something grabs me and pulls me under the……..
"HE CAME DOWN FROM HEAVEN TO TAKE YOU HOME"
Kneeling at your bedside, I held your hand and wept...
I cried for you to stay.....and as I stroked your hair,
I begged HIM to take me... and to leave you here....
your life a new beginning, and my life already spent.
I saw your pain, the suffering and fear, and I asked HIM why..
Time stood still... and in a moment in time....I heard the angels sing.
and I felt HIM there beside you, .... you were not alone.
"HE CAME DOWN FROM HEAVEN TO TAKE YOU HOME"
Your pain and fear became an ember, no more for you to bear, and
as you turned to me and smiled, there was peace and comfort there.
You saw HIS face and your tears were tears of joy...
your tiny hand slipped from mine, and I held you tight...
you closed your eyes and whispered on the wings of an angel...
"Daddy, don't cry... I saw Jesus......
"HE CAME DOWN FROM HEAVEN JUST TO TAKE ME HOME"
When you died
We wept and cried
So much you left
Inside unsaid
Buried with
Unexpressed regrets
Nothing to do with
Your grand children
You adored us
Unconditionally
Our youth our zest
Our innocence
No judging ever
Pure candid love
We gathered
When it happened
And I was the one
Who insisted
I’d sleep in your bed
I felt so privileged
Never doubting
You had visited
And kissed my head
Watched over me
Nestled there tiny in
The palm of your hand
Keeping me warm
All night till morn
AP: 1st place 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on February 4, 2018
Tic tock it’s just a clock
seemingly it never stops
A pendulum that ever swings
Every hour the chimes will ring
Hypnotic dance , she steals our calculating mind
Love of life romancing us ,distracting us from passing time
Wisdom’s chime from distant place will call us like a nagging wife
Sweet the spell ,her snug embrace distracts and fades the menace cry
Oh that temptress dances well
So we dance on and on with life
Until our dance grows weary
Until our love grows dreary
Until the midnight hour invade
Until the dancing stops
We never stop to realize
We were dancing to the Ticking of
The rhythm of the clock
The clock’s wound down
There is no sound
And so the dancing
Stops
Tic
Tock
.
Pulling together the pieces
Our broken hearts lay bare
A needle and thread is what we need
To rescue what is left, we share
The constant tears steam forth
Memories of years gone by
Finally you lay to rest
We all get our final goodbye
RIP Kiwi 1 Nov 2017
They’re in the kitchen,
drinking coffee, the kids,
in their fifties now,
figuring out what to do
about Dad who’s
in the parlor listening,
counting all the marbles
they think he’s lost.
The six of them flew in
to bury mother.
They won’t go back
until they figure out
what to do about Dad.
At the funeral they saw
Father Kelly kiss Dad’s
wedding ring, the one
he’s worn for 60 years.
Father Kelly bowed
over the wheelchair
as if Dad were pope
and told him he’d be over
Tuesday night as usual
for checkers and a beer.
Best two out of three
goes to heaven first.
Donal Mahoney
SEPTEMBER11TH
A DAY THAT WILL FOREVER BE REMEMBERED
A TERRYFIYING DAY
A NEW WORLD OF FEAR WE ALL ENTERED
THIS ONCE BEAUTIFUL CITY
WAS COATED IN A DENSE BLACK SMOKE
KNOWING YOU WERE RUNNING TO HELP
YOU WERE SO DEVOTE
BEING A FIREMAN THEIR WAS NO HESITATION
IN YOUR STEP
RESPONDING DAY IN AND DAY OUT TO THE SCENE
YOU HARDLY SLEPT
EACH TIME YOU RETURNED HOME
I SAW THE UNBEARABLE PAIN IN YOUR EYES
THE ANGER, UNANSWERED QUESTIONS,
FOR THE EVIL RESPONSIBLE YOU DESPISED
PEOPLE THAT DAY NEVER KNEW
IT WAS THEIR LAST HUG, KISS OR GOODBYE
I WILL NEVER FORGET AS A FIREFIGHTERS DAUGHTER
THE FEAR IN MY HEART
JUST ASKING GOD WHY
FUNERAL AFTER FUNERAL
I OBSERVED PIECES OF YOU SLOWLY BREAKING APART
YOU LOST YOUR FRIENDS, CONSIDERED FAMILY,
A PAIN THAT STILL KEEPS PART OF YOU IN THE DARK
BEING A HEROE IS ANYTHING
LIKE THE MOVIES, OR FAIRYTALES
TAKING ON THE REAL EVIL IN THIS WORLD
CAUSES INTERNAL PAIN STILL HAVING TO PREVAIL
LIFE IS NOT TO BE TAKEN FOR GRANTED
FOR IT IS SO SWIFT
IM THANKFUL TO HAVE A FATHER LIKE YOU
YOUR A COURAGEOUS HEROE
WHO HAS ALWAYS BEEN A GIFT
A Son's Tribute (spoken at my Dad's Funeral)
A quiet man,
A family man,
A proud to be a father man.
A handy man,
A lively man,
Not known to be a dandy man.
A humble man,
Clear thinking man,
A need to know what's what man.
A warm man,
An organized man,
A man who had a plan, man.
A sailing man,
A camping man,
I'll do it as I said I would man.
A fair man,
An I'll be there man,
I'll help you if I can man.
A deep man,
A neat man,
A standards keep us straight man.
A thinking man,
Light drinking man,
I have responsibilities man.
A technical man,
Get things done man,
A lovely to see him smile man.
A husband man,
Love my family man,
I'll be there when it matters man.
A brother man,
An Uncle man,
A wonderful Grandad all these years man.
A Blackburn man,
A Lancashire man,
Without a northern accent man.
A Rovers fan,
Real football man,
Legendary goalie in his time man.
A gentle man,
A driving man,
Keep going till we get there man.
A homely man,
Come on in, kind of man,
And now, in our hearts and minds man.
A lovely man,
A loving man,
I'd like to go on, but I don't think I can...
Another late night at work,
Another long night in a full house alone,
Another time with him at the bar,
Another early morning of drunk irrationality.
Our children grow in a factured home,
Not even the strongest of tapes can keep their young hearts from breaking.
Our loving son runs away, praying for some better days.
No place to go and no place to hide,
Sopping in the darkness and hoping to die.
Bright light come from nowhere, the end has surely come.
Only headlights, and dad's floundering embrace,
His staggering walk and drunken breathe deeping my young child's fear.
"Dad are you sure you're safe behind the wheel?"
Speeding off, toward his young love he is bound,
But as he starts to relax he hears the loud horn sound.
Out of his hands, he braces for the worst.....
On a somber, raining day, around a plot stands a black clad group.
A depressed young woman, her forever love gone.... 3 small children with two holes in their hearts...
A middle-aged aged women with the deepest numbness of all....
She buries her hope, her loving son, her bright future...
All because of her enemy in the other elaborate box...
Daddy’s dead
My mother rushed in to tell me to get it over with
I sit thinking about how I never knew the man
My dad was not a God
But he wanted to love me good
I wonder why
I had to lose him at such a young age
I cried in the night
Looking back on the things we never did
Way back then
Way back again
But his funeral wasn't so sad
Everyone was pleased to know the man
And I smiled as they smiled
And laughed along too
We celebrated his will and his whimsy
He never hurt someone intentionally
But things that were so nice
Will stay alive
And when I look way back again
When I really get down to it
It’s like I’m beginning to breathe again
I laugh in the night
Hoping my kids can love me too
And hoping my friends
Can think of me great to the bittersweet end
If then I think my life
Was so great, I wouldn't have to think twice