Eulogy Death Poems | Examples
These Eulogy Death poems are examples of Death poems about Eulogy. These are the best examples of Death Eulogy poems written by international poets.
ALEXANDRIA
I came late to Jesus,
Got cancer before my time,
Watched my husband die,
Found my baby drowned.
What did I do wrong?
Followed His church’s way,
Never missed a Sunday mass,
Confessed my sins religiously.
Refused to hear the call
For contraception—
That was not God’s way.
I made Him a dozen babies.
Why’d he punish me?
My faith wasn’t always strong.
Still, I never strayed,
Took communion regularly.
I prepare myself to meet my Maker.
Doctor says I only have a day or two.
Jesus, come to me—
Save me from eternal void.
Categories:
christian, death, eulogy, family,
As I close the last window and draw the blinds shut;
The mountains once viewed and cool crisp air no longer a must.
As I dim the lights and close my eyes to rest
Visions of my tomorrows quickly fading as if to suggest;
A new dawning beyond the horizon removes the hands of time,
Leaving just my capsule of this world behind...
Categories:
cancer, death, emotions, eulogy,
I once contemplated suicide,
But only if I couldn’t have you by my side,
Reading my eulogy, shedding a few tears is nothing compared to the endless ocean before my eyes, we are given this one life,
Lord will you accept my apology before I do the deed?
Will you embrace me the way I’ve left the world you’ve created for me?
will anyone miss me?
Dark blue seas I cry, if only I could fly.
These thoughts flow through my brain for lack of love, for grief, for me to escape.
Am I insane or somehow conforming to this world full of Hate.
But WAIT will this anxiety and anger be my FATE?
The chambers of my heart so empty and cold with knowledge comes understanding. This is getting old.
To let the devil win. I would never. Jesus please help me before I take this endeavor.
Forgive me now.
At your feet I bow.
I give it all to you
Because I know my promise is in You.
Categories:
death, anger, anxiety, black african
Dreams were shattered like glass shards,
As innocent lives were pushed into the jaws of death.
Some doctors, engineers, accountants, and bards,
Extinguished were the candles of their breath.
A wife was on her way to meet her spouse,
While the daughters and sons aspired to study abroad,
Alas! Fate destroyed someone's beautiful house,
As the passengers were destined to embark on a journey to God.
Shocking news that sent waves of grief,
To all the mourners of the deceased,
A plane that crashed after its departure brief,
Time itself seemed to have ceased.
Every single drop of blood is precious
And so is every soul,
Let us tear down the wall of pride and status.
Saving humanity should be our ultimate goal.
Categories:
death, emotions, eulogy, in
They called it a seat,
but it was a cradle of fire—
metal-wrapped, bolted shut,
no window,
just the hum of wires
and the memory of old Moscow snow
still clinging to your pads.
They fed you well
and fastened you in
with practiced hands
that trembled only later.
You blinked once—
trusting, calm—
a good girl ascending
where no stray should go.
The capsule ticked
like a settling house—
soft clicks and mechanical sighs,
a shifting weight.
You floated slightly,
snout twitching for air,
wrapped in the smell
of aluminum and heat,
no wind, no scent of rain,
no footsteps coming—
only the pulse of Earth receding.
Your breath grew fast,
then faster still—
in a cage of heat.
The tether drew tight,
your heart raced wild—
then slowed,
then stopped.
The straps dissolved
as your soul slipped free—
a wisp of fur,
a flicker of light
curling through circuits
into the stars—
and no one called your name.
They never brought you home,
but I see you sometimes—
a pale arc before dawn,
falling neither fast nor slow,
the ghost of a girl
who once chased shadows
beneath the rusted cars
of Moscow.
Categories:
animal, betrayal, death, dog,
There's a place without walls.
For those who swear that they are floors.
and oh how they die like a flowers bloom
they lie so still in forgotten tombs
(It's not to late to care)
Oh how I miss the lunar gloom
back when stars filled the sky with forgotten tunes.
Come and take my hand don't be afraid.
here are all the words you were trying to say
(It's not polite to stare)
I know a place where we could go
it feeds on your fears to sooth your soul
(It's not to late to run)
I know you will die just like the flowers bloom
you are so beautiful.
Categories:
death, deep, eulogy, flower,
THE WAKE WITHOUT VIGIL
Time longer than rope
Chokes hearts dangling
In the reality of struggle:-
Grieving mothers and widows
Veil their grief in sagging bosoms
As they wail in excruciating silence:-
Fragments of men, void of hope,
View and count communal graves
Swelling with dirt burying the dead:-
(Buried are “The Wretched Of The Earth”)
In the neap tides of sorrows,
Mourners wade the airy blood
Of the children of Pilate’s hands:-
In the stale winds of time, “woe is me”
Cries the forsaken land–lamenting scriptures—
Echoing Freneau: “They saw their country’s woe:-”
Stacked like molded bread slices,
Decaying bodies release spores
Of death to weary eyed mourners:-
Like an aching bosom’s colloidal tears,
Life sags on, and Sisyphus-like children
Sit under the warrior ghost of lingering hope:
(Indeed, “At this wake…none keep vigil…None:-”)*
*A line from the poem, RECESSION, by Wole Soyinke
Categories:
bereavement, death, eulogy, extended
I have to come clean as I return to see
your ashen corpse and dried leaves
My survival became more important than yours
but now I feel badly.
Humans choose to love their own selves
More than anyone they choose to love
Don’t believe what they say in their poems
I loved you because you would tempt me
to hear the silent moment
I will never forget your beautiful nebari
Funny, I learned that word when I met you
I put you under the cruel sun and fed you
It worked as long as we were together
We were both once green and authentic
We come from the same mother
I wish she had given you feet and legs
Then like me, you might still be alive
She put us in a tea cup of naive cruelty
Well-meant intentions cannot sustain life.
Maybe my departure made you wish to be dead
I once wished for that too
Categories:
death of a friend,
He was born in Groesbeck, Texas and his name was Joe Don Baker.
Sadly, after living for nearly nine decades, he needed an undertaker.
He attended North Texas State College on a sports scholarship.
He starred in "The Living Daylights", "Cape Fear" and "Joysticks".
When I say that he was a very talented man, it's not a joke.
He died of lung cancer which proves that people shouldn't smoke.
After living for eighty-nine years, he perished and it's a shame.
Joe Don Baker was a skilled actor who was destined for fame.
[Dedicated to Joe Don Baker (1936-2025) who died on May 7, 2025]
Categories:
cancer, celebrity, death, eulogy,
Let us start at the end because that is where it all began
Ashes
I clinched my fist because I did not want to let go
I literally watched you slip through my fingers
I cursed the day
The day I looked into your eyes, lying there
On a bed that represented hope
Until that moment
The moment I realised that you were actually sleeping on your death bed
You told me that you wanted to be cremated
And you wanted to be scattered in the ocean
Since you never got to go when you were capable
And you made me promise that I would make sure it happens
I blindly agreed because l did not have time to digest it
As l watched you take your last breath and expire
Now I am standing on the beach thinking about that day
And I rue the day l made you that promise
I foolishly agreed because I did not realise that it meant I would have to lose you twice
I was clinching my fist because I knew letting go would be losing you all over again
But I had to fulfill my promise
So l let you go
Ashes
That is how it ended.
Categories:
absence, bereavement, death, depression,
Death, death, Oh! Old Death
Old death makes everybody dry and sad
Death even makes kings who are grumpy and mad
Absolutely powerless, helpless and useless
Death makes us mute, motionless, lifeless and deaf
In the darkest, hottest part of the crater
And deep within the brightest cell or cache of the chamber
Where too much light
Blinds the retinas and this is never right
Death makes everybody lifeless, powerless and useless
Death, death! Nobody can get used to you
Death, death! You are a fool too
For stealing life which is vitally precious
Death, death! You are backward and too ambitious
Nobody can get used to your ways
Because you make us part ways
Old death! You never show compassion and pity
You are wicked, greedy, sick and crazy
Old death, will you leave us alone?
Please use a different style and tone
Death, death, Oh! Old Death
Old death, you make everybody weak and mad
Old death, you make us worthless, lifeless and sad
Death, death, old death, please go away
Go, go away, please go, go find your way.
Copyright © April 25, 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Categories:
cry, death, death of
Ere break of day and dawns caress
Till sunset lays our cares to rest
We march and toil to gain what's true
With burdens many, respites few
And labor on with hope that may
In some small measure light the way
Of those dear ones in times accord
Who carry close the treasured word
Our presence left in some small part
Indelibly writ upon the heart
Categories:
appreciation, death, eulogy,
Am I crazy
if it’s been five years
and I still expect you to walk through the door?
If I can’t give away your clothes
because you might need them?
Am I over the line
if I fantasize that your treatment worked
and you never died at all?
And I laugh with you over breakfast
while we sip coffee
as we always did?
I’m afraid to tell people
that I saw a perfect birthday gift for you
and thought I should buy it.
And that I can’t stop thinking about
the trip to the Bahamas we always wanted to go on
and that this winter would be the perfect time.
Letting go is harder than I ever imagined
and I don’t want to.
If this is crazy
then please let me be mad.
Categories:
bereavement, death, divorce, eulogy,
Many fell asleep.
They slept while many were killed in factories of death.
This allowed for others to take over all of the land.
The system was working, and many worked to death, leaving no time to love and rest.
They fell asleep, under the plan to kill and replace all they can.
They wanted to rule all of the land.
They had a plan to kill and cause pain.
This would allow for them to achieve their plan.
Others are afraid to speak or take a stand.
Categories:
death, 10th grade, abuse, america,
A gaping wound pierces my heart in the shape of my be-
loved.
Someday it will scab over.
Someday,
far, far in the future,
it will turn into scar tissue.
I will rub it and it will be soft and smooth and comforting.
It will be with me,
in the shape of my love,
for as long as I live.
Categories:
death, eulogy, grief, heartbroken,