In Loving Memory Death Poems | Examples
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(Motivational Speaker, died Oct 18, 2024 at the age of 49, father of two )
In fields of gold I dare to go, where never growing old I row and row,
never farther than my eye could see, ...for He is looking right at me;
Flying on the wings of hope, thankful every day for that special ray
that sends me to the sun, like a soaring Cormorant flying free..
Mixing clay and water I will build my wings and temper gently
with the coming of the light, just like Jonah did,
from the belly of the night....
The last few words I said to you, may they fall afresh like dew
on the lawn of your heart, may you run for peace and not forget
that when the waters rise and you can't swim,
do like Noah did and build an arc !
In fields of gold I dare to go, where never growing old I row and row,
never farther than my eye could see, ...for He is looking right at me;
I am a ripple in the quantum field of life, a pulse in the heart of you
listen and learn what it is that lights you up and fills you with joy.
Before you dare to go to those fields of gold where you never
grow old, just row and row and row and row, and never let go.
Categories:
analogy, death, devotion,
Ira Earl Hudson
January 6th 1961 - December 20th 2023
VIEWING
Terry's Funeral Home
2337 N Williams Ave, Portland, OR 97227
Jan 18th, 2024 @ 4:00pm
GRAVESIDE SERVICES
Willamette National Cemetery
11800 SE MT Scott Blvd, Happy Valley, OR 97086
Jan 19th 2024 @ 1:30pm
Categories:
angel, death, grief, heartbroken,
In loving memory of Queen Queen - Nyasuba.
"I am DYING"
by Juno Byron.
My heart is losing breath
To the hourly pummelling and drubbing
With a heavy metal rod of death
No mercy forgiveness am Dying
Is it because I'm a lady?
Is it because I'm to be voiceless?
'y kill me before our baby?
Please listen to the voices
End semester is here
Boohoo! I can't sit to revise
'cos dear I fear this is my year
To capsize the prize of my cries
Open your eyes mister killer
Allow me die peacefully
With no wounds like a caterpillar
Now that you can't forgive easily
My love has betrayed me
Denied me to quit
With you I thought I was free
But you were misfit
My sisters
love is a big liar and deaf and blind
Big blisters
Quit! Before you're confined
Categories:
betrayal, death, death of
I strolled through the local cemetery the other day
And here are some epitaphs I observed along the way:
Cletus O'Toole lies herein
Too much boozing done him in!
Here lies a gambler molding in his crypt
Odds are he was shot by a chump he had gyped!
His spouse spotted him leaving a house of ill repute
In short order she done him in during a heated dispute!
Clyde raced down the mountain and failed to swerve
Meeting his doom on an S-shaped curve!
His plea to the judge was ruled to be moot
He was sentenced to hang for fencing some loot!
Buckaroo Bob was throwed from his horse
And was buried with his boots on as a matter of course!
The town ruffian was our late friend Keith
He met his match and was interred sans his teeth!
Pilot Pete's final radio message was, "Oh! Shoot!"
Seems he forgot to don his parachute!
Farrier Fred was a premier cobbler as a general rule
Alas, he was kicked in the head by an unruly mule!
Butcher Bruce was expert at wielding his knife
But in a fatal spat he was out-wielded by his wife!
POTD 24 June 2021
Categories:
death, humorous,
A Never Ending Love
In loving memory of My Nana
The day your heart stopped beating, a part of mine did as well.
Breathing seemed so pointless, the day we said farewell.
I know they say with time, the pain will seem to ease
But since the day you left us, the clock just seemed to freeze.
I know you’re now in heaven, of that I am for sure.
Because God would not turn down, a soul that is so pure.
So in that thought I comfort, knowing you’re with the Lord.
Your body is brand new and your soul is now restored.
Although we said goodbye, I know we'll meet again.
You’ll always be my nana, a love which has no end.
Categories:
death, heartbroken, love, memory,
GOOSEBERRIES AND SHARP CREASES
The plumpest, juiciest, hairiest gooseberries
My grandfather grew in a circular bed,
Dead centre of the immaculate lawn.
And blackcurrants under netting,
And a Victoria plum tree in the far corner.
He taught me to hitch up my trousers at the knee
When I sat down, to avoid spoiling the creases.
And to touch the peak of my cap
When I passed a lady in the street.
But he was a sick man;
Tuberculosis and diabetes that would send him
Into long, deep comas.
He would have taught me a whole lot more,
But for that final coma.
1st July 2020
In Loving Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Regina Riddle
Categories:
death, grandfather, sick,
the headstone reads In Loving Memory . . .
though the clock of time ticks and ticks I will not forget
for your death left a scar on the map of my soul
dad- my heart swells with a sea of tears
when I come to visit you in this place of cold stones
the clouds sail happy across the sky
but my heart is held by a chain of lead
you were the kind a man who lived each day
loving nature and teaching this girl everything
I can still see us meandering a winding trail
and how we loved to feed the ducks on the pond
the sweet memories last amid the dregs of sorrow
my life is weather stained and ravaged
since that sad day . . .
I have fallen to my knees asking why
why, why, why, why, why, why -
until my last breath dad, you are in my heart
oh, I held you in death and did not want to let go
of your cold hand . . . . holding it to my cheek
_______________________
June 29, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/death left a scar
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1263-974-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, In Loving Memory
sponsor, Regina Riddle
First Place
Categories:
death, grief, memory,
Three tombs stand by the beaten path
among the dry and trodden grass,
not hewn in stone that they would last
but corrugated cardboard
each bearing felt-tipped epigraph.
The left in lower case, save the name,
which writ in gold in centre frame
wrote 'in loving memory of CHEESY',
a mouse that died last week of May
The right had 'Squeak ' writ small in red,
on Friday 5th of June found dead.
And landed there above the ground
a fly with downward facing head.
Stood centre, also named with golden tip,
'here lies BEAKY', deceased bluetit,
died Tuesday 12th of May this year.
All buried, dead, and that was it.
What were the tragedies that befell
these two beloved pets? It's hard to tell,
along with free found garden bird,
perhaps a chick just fledged that fell.
Children mourned and marked each death,
each loving crafted cardboard wreath
fortasting for life's passing breath,
a portent for much later years
when breaking hearts mourn life's egress.
Categories:
children, death, grief, pets,
I often saw them
hand in hand
strolling past my window
I often heard their laughter
through the walls in the night
I often think of them
side by side
in death as they were in life
Rest In Peace.
Categories:
death, night,
Dedicated, in loving memory, to Katie and Richard.
Rest in peace my friends.
Come gather here,
Be at your ease,
To say this last goodbye.
Not to this shell before you,
But to a life passed by.
I lie wrapped in a tapestry,
Stitched with every memory,
That we have shared together,
Through calm and stormy weather,
By each other’s side.
I do not ask you for your tears ,
For I am free, my suffering past. Remember all the times we laughed,
And when you find that happy place,
Let a smile light up your face.
We forged our bond with love, not tears,
Linking arms, we walked as one,
Now is my turn to rest a while,
I have reached the final stile,
But you must carry on.
Goodbye, to you, with whom I’ve shared,
This wondrous gift of life.
Enjoy the dance, life’s sweet refrain,
For love is timeless as the stars,
And i will dance with you again.
Categories:
death, death of a
Olivia, Olivia, the stars ever bow to ya,
And glow like the eyes of Kind Korea;
And roses ever fall at your feet!
For now you're among heaven's elite.
By middle name Judy, you were known;
And now the fields have overgrown;
Since the days of country lane,
And Papa coming on his cane.
You're Queen of Hearts, Olivia Judith Queen,
Though you never graced a movie screen;
Since the redbirds sing of you,
And since pale skies are suddenly blue.
Your memory brightly shines in all our lives,
As a flower does when summer arrives;
And the long winter has ended,
And our broken hearts have been mended.
Persistence of memory is ever strong,
And forever plays its heart song,
And the setting sun leaves traces of its beauty,
And traces of you...Queen Judy.
In loving memory of my late aunt, Olivia Judith Queen (my namesake), who passed away in 1999.
Categories:
bird, death, family, flower,
He died as he lived
Without making waves
Without fanfare
A simple man
A humble man
A loving husband
And devoted father
A man of principles
Of integrity
A dreamer
A macgyver
Determined
To live with integrity
And harmony
At peace with both
Living and dying
Ready to meet His Maker
Leaving with a promise on his lips
To keep over us a watchful eye
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~A SIMPLE MAN~ 2020
Submitted on June 28, 2020 for contest IN LOVING MEMORY sponsored by REGINA RIDDLE - RANKED 7TH
and on June 22, 2019 for FUNERAL, EULOGY, OR MEMORIAL SERVICE POETRY CONTEST sponsored by TEAM POETRYSOUP
Categories:
character, death, faith, father,
In loving memory of my favorite aunt: Aunt Joanne My favorite aunt is always sarcastic, Even when times may seem drastic. My favorite aunt is considered the crazy cat lady, She treats them all like their her own babies. My favorite aunt loves us all, She is the one we can always call. My favorite aunt is one we may sometimes fear, But if I look inside, she is still here.
Categories:
9th grade, death, love,
As I sit there I can hear the birds singing. I can hear the dog panting from running too fast. I can smell the food mawmaw is cooking for Sunday dinner. I can see the rest of my family walk in the door. I watch as I see my cousins fight then laugh it off. I can feel the toy ball in my hands as I’m sitting in his lap. I can hear him laughing as I throw the ball too high. I feel my small feet hit the carpet as I run for the ball. I feel the cold metal on my hand as I turn the door knob. I felt the heat from the light as it all faded. And I’m there and I’m grown. I can hear all the people weeping. I can see the open casket and my grandma crying by its side. I can see him so pale and fragile; so lifeless and small. And I remember. I remember how much he really loved me. I remember his laugh and his smile. I remember his smell. I remember how proud he always was of me even if I didn’t succeed. And I remember. I remember how mad he would get win his favorite team wouldn't win and how every friday night was popcorn night. And I remember. I remember him down to the smallest detail. And I’ll never forget.
In Loving Memory Of
J.W.P
Categories:
appreciation, death, death of
In Loving Memory of my Father, James Nathaniel Gelsey
DAUGHTER CRY NO MORE
I wasn't ready to let you go, but your departure from me, you knew,
You said your goodbyes with such joy, I thought,
again tomorrow, I'll be visiting you.
You gave me your time, your food for thought,
just like you did for all times,
But you knew, and you tried to prepare me,
hearing your heavenly chimes.
I know that if you could have spared, tears falling to my floor,
You would have said it with joy and gladness,
Daughter, cry no more.
It was the day before thanksgiving day, a day with you like no other,
It was a day that brought such joy,
such that I can never fully utter.
Though tired you hid it well, the time spent a golden day
If I had known it was our last time together,
perhaps I could have said to you all I ever wanted to say.
Your smiles are of eternal joy, and with wink of your eye forever more,
Your one wish that is clearly said in your eyes,
"My darling daughter, Cry no more."
Categories:
bereavement, death, father,