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.
it does not matter what your discourse
lost in the marble folds of la pieta
mother holding her son
rises above mere human differences
the sorrow of a mother holding tragedy
mauled as a common animal
the fruit of her womb
it began in the encounter, his road to calvary
her vigil as he passed
watching her son forced to abandon life
the outstretched arms, hands bleeding
the wound in his side, feet anchored with nail
Simeon's sword has come to pass
no matter the discourse herein, a mother's sorrow
she is not alone, a plethora of mothers
know too well this aching heart
as the smoke clears and cannons rest in silence
across the bodies now motionless
we hear a desperate plea
mother, mother, no cry dearer
9/15/26
Season of death
Told to fear
Before bitter cold
Making everyone scream
For some warmth
And loving touch
Stay in touch
After the death
With some warmth
And no fear
Morbid many scream
Awaiting the cold
Decide embrace cold
With forceful touch
Hear the scream
Proclaiming the death
Eyes express fear
Needing some warmth
Getting the warmth
Fighting the cold
And the fear
With caring touch
Defeating ugly death
That creates a scream
Why a scream?
All filled warmth
Body shell death
Purple silver cold
Ghosts need touch
Soothe the Fear
Dispense the fear
Memories laughing scream
Everyone seems touch
Words igniting warmth
Melting the cold
Celebrating the death
Conquering fear death
Instead scream warmth
When touch cold
The warp and the weft, repeating the beat
The weave of the ware of the fabric of life
What's looming? What's left? What pattern repeats
In this tapestry seems to be sweetness or strife
Shuttling between them's emotional whiplash
A journey in learning the middle is midrash
Extremes between seams can leave something coarse
The coin of the realm, from barter to bourse
The subtleties woven and worn of whole cloth
Become torn and tattered when the weaver is wroth
Weaving's deceiving if not done in good faith
Leaving a tale more frail than the wraith
But if the tapestry woven is living with care
Not mediocre but choosing what's apt
The tale leaves a pattern not tattered or bare
And a story that's left the reader enrapt
Fly brother fly
Those wings weren’t meant to be bound
Over the seas to heaven where grace does resound
And as the bereft
We shall visit you often where memories are kept
Henrietta was precocious and a little naughty.
She loved adventure and sadly died too soon.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Henrietta was way too curious about the afterlife.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Henrietta was precocious and a little naughty.
She loved adventure and sadly died too soon.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Henrietta was way too curious about the afterlife.
The staunch and steadfast Reverend Jesse Jackson
American civil rights activist, aka Action-Jackson
This biggie and brave man, coined “Keep hope alive”
Founded The Rainbow Coalition, and that’s no jive!
Blessings, Rev. Jesse Jackson
3/6/26
The Final Descent
He is making the final descent,
from a long, turbulent Parkinsons flight.
Flown across many days,weeks,months,years and time zones..
Dim now the cabin lights.
Watch the stars flicker on the runway below;
As the wheels of life kiss the ground one last time.
The last conversion has been kicked.
The final kilometre kite is in sight.
The last call to,take the strain and pull,rings out.
The Drumlin hills bow their heads in respect.
Siochs, full with winter rains,flow in silence.
Leaves,on the fairy tree rustle at half mast.
The sun,dances one last ray across Windy Harbour;
as dusk comes dropping slowly.
A red sky, sinks into a western glow
As the shepard settles,one last time, into a peacful sleep..
Death can alter
Death can change anything at the altar
Death can deter
Death can damage the liver and the motor
Death is powerful
Death is really awful
Death is painless for the deceased
Death can destroy mums and lilies
Death can change schedules
Death kills bookworms, nerds and fools
Death can. Death can change everything
Under the moon. Death can change anything
Death can
Death can easily kick the can.
Copyright © December, 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
When I die,
There will not be a day of mourning for anyone.
No, announcements in the news will be made,
No, speeches will be heard,
No, articles will be written,
And the bells of my church will remain silent.
Thus,
Unnoticed, my departure from this world would be.
Only the humble verses of my three thousand-plus poems will be present-
A brave army at attention, ready to pay homage to their departed father-
By singing a lullaby, composed by the ideas, sayings, and deeds of mine,
In an effort to pacify my soul at the moment of her transition from her
Temporal to her eternal home!
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Oh, what a glorious day, that day would be!
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© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 October 2025
Stop acting like a dead man.
I know you're out there somewhere.
I cannot bury you without a body.
I cannot breathe without my air.
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.
A FLIP-FLOPPING DEATH
Seeking its freedom,
A fish leaps from its fishbowl;
Flip-flopping to death:-
Dusk to dawn and dawn to dusk
Turns carbon chassis into withered husk
Faded breaths fade from memory
Must this be our destiny?
Time may yet erode the flesh and bone
But lifeless words lives on in slabs of stone
CHAMCHA bowls low, his tongue sharp and slick,
OUTWASH of virtue, a torrent too quick.
MEDEVAC soars through chaos and strife,
PHELLEM guards trees, as bark shields its life.
LEUCOMA, the veil dims visions once bright,
EPITAPH whispers of days lost to night.
XANTHIC hues glow, a promise of light.