Memorial Death Poems | Examples
These Memorial Death poems are examples of Death poems about Memorial. These are the best examples of Death Memorial poems written by international poets.
bear sweet my coat and wear it best
its arms from me around your chest
don’t weigh my spirit dark and dead
I’ll be e’er-woven ‘tween each thread
its bound’ries bind you deep the night
those shimmered stars your only light
so when you ache for cold’s reprieves
my love waits warm within its sleeves
time might have brought a fade or stains
but years will show that warmth remains
left o’er from times I’d claimed it’s clutch
when we’ve shared hugs or just a touch
you’ll know I’m there and haunt it still
soft scents ‘just mine’ deep in its twill
to knit your thoughts to our dear start
like charms have knit you to my heart
our ‘goodbye’ words I’ll make my last
but hold me midst this frock, and fast
when mem’ries fail to shape my face
saves sweet, this coat, our last …
embrace.
Copyright © 2025 Gregory Richard Barden
Categories:
analogy, death, goodbye, leaving,
spitty splashing of pitty patter sun-washed lemons,
the sun rises instead to the shade of the apple trees
Hello nuke in the sky, its an experience to say Hi,
cracking my last case of beer until ashes I'll die.......
wisdom dictates I'll be lost to the flesh as a fact,
among all the memorial moments as I pass away.
Inner child, wake up to heaven or hell in a new cell,
I bid my old young self bumping heads a wishing well...
but the coin spark flames will ring Purgatory's bell..
Categories:
dark, death, introspection, poems,
A quiet handshake—
now just dust on the breeze falls,
names fade with the dusk.
Categories:
death, death of a
One day a year to mark a sacrifice profound
One day a year to visit the ground
One day a year for the bugle to sound
One day a year a nation’s memory is found
Hardly enough for the terrible cost
Hardly enough for the lives that were lost
One day a year for the flags to adorn
One day a year the fallen to mourn
One day a year that honors our fallen
One day a year the nation is all in
Hardly enough for those left behind
Hardly enough is just being kind
Each day of the year they manned the wall
Each day of the year they served through it all
Each day of the year standing brave and tall
Each day of the year until the final fall
One day of the year to remember the valor
Hardly enough when measured by the pallor
Of the faces who bled and the families who suffer
So one day a year
One day a year
One day a year
Is hardly enough for
Duty
Honor
Sacrifice
Remember it all and never forget
For one day a year is all that they get
Categories:
death, memorial, memorial day,
Why did you destroy my heart?
Someone loved you. Just an ordinary person. A European lonely guy
My life’s desire was unknown, but the desire brought a beautiful flower
Your life created a new one. Wishing your heart. Don’t forget this mood
My life is yours. My life is the depth of my grave for you. Black marble
Silver letters, antique style, just a memoir, silver black tulip, and a white
“This is a Stone for a Lost Love, in this Memorial Park. Rest in Peace”
Rest in Peace
Peace find him
I love the Peace
We live together
My love on Earth
Be at rest in peace
I am waiting for you
We will live here
Together, forever
Categories:
death, fate, grave, life,
George Wendt to Heaven when he died.
He was talented and that can't be denied.
George Wendt to a bar where everybody knew his name.
Now that he's dead, Hollywood will never be the same.
George Wendt to Heaven and the angels started to cheer.
But his friends, family and fans are sad and shedding tears.
George gave a terrific performance in "Fletch" back in 1985.
I speak for everybody when I say I wish that he was still alive.
George Wendt to Heaven and everybody said goodbye to him.
When it came to his fans, his performances pleased all of them.
[Dedicated to George Wendt (1948-2025) who died on May 20, 2025]
Categories:
celebrity, death, memorial,
Each year Memorial Day causes much lament,
and today will be viewed as another life recap.
A day we honor heroes whose lives were spent,
who, for freedom, willingly stood in the gap.
Too many families are attached to someone,
who served country and didn’t return intact.
Body bags, their ticket home to a loved one,
today, they remember that door knock’s impact.
Categories:
death, memorial day,
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sandstone g r a v e
markers eclipsed ~
by contorted
b e e c h
Categories:
dark, death, gothic, imagery,
Mothers are very unique
Never to be traded for anything
The love they give
Comes with no hidden intentions
A love so real and rare
Nurturing and culturing their offspring relentlessly.
Women the womb of earth
Always bestowing blessings on earth
Steadily reproducing
As they conceive
Earth receives another legend or hero.
Happy mother's Day
To all mothers out there
Praying and doing anything
To see their children win or be at the top
The love you give is priceless
Sometimes not reciprocated
But you all never seize your unconditional love
Mothers our alliance from birth until death.
Categories:
death, africa, celebration, deep, education,
blitzed blackened skies
hail of bullets ricochet ~
crimson fills trenches
screams of the fallen
reverberate through scorched earth ~
laid waste to ruin
dog tags dot stained sand
identities reduced to ~
scraps of twisted tin
empty caskets draped
in red, white, and blue blankets ~
return to home shores
heroes are buried
a day for remembrance born ~
respect for the slain
Categories:
america, death, memorial day,
Puppy laying
Head on knee,
I will take
Good care of thee.
Laying there
Soft and warm,
Always loving
Since you were born.
When I had to go
Away to war,
I could tell
You knew the score.
When I fight
You're on my mind,
Wishing you'd be here
All the time.
You were first,
At the door,
When notice came,
I died at war.
Puppy laying
On my grave,
I died for your
Freedom to save.
Categories:
death, america, bereavement, best friend,
In a world too big for one so small,
You walked with pride, stood ten feet tall.
A heart of gold in a dainty frame,
Paris, sweet pup, we still say your name.
Your paws once tapped across the floor,
A rhythm we won’t hear anymore.
But echoes linger in every room,
A light that cuts through even gloom.
Wrapped in bows or nestled in bed,
Chasing sunbeams, turning heads.
With ears like sails and eyes so wide,
You ruled our hearts with gentle pride.
Though time was short, the love was deep,
And now in dreams, you softly sleep.
But still we feel you, still you stay—
A piece of us that won't drift away.
The world’s less bright without your cheer,
But we’ll hold you close, forever near.
Rest now, Paris, your journey done,
Our little star, our tiny sun.
Categories:
death of a friend,
A man had returned to the dust!
His friends had called to check on him
On this twenty-eight of August.
Not knowing he was a victim.
The night before, all three of them:
Greg Reid, Javon, and Michael B.
Knowing he was for them a gem,
Made sure, at home, he had to be.
Now, did they know he was dying
Or did they say "Bye" just in case!?!
The next day, they would be crying.
That day, the world had lost a man,
Black Panther who can't be replaced
was no other than Chad Boseman!
Categories:
appreciation, august, death of
Another Soul just got his wings
Another Angel gloriously sings
From this land a soul flies free
Burdens are lifted, rise does he
To new adventures, no pain just Love
where he can watch from stars above
Time was up on this Earthly plane
but happy memories will always remain.
Categories:
angel, cousin, death, funeral,
Have you seen, with no word,
The immense, cold voids
,among the slender, patient buds,
Received hollow seeds?
Have you beheld the earth
Lay the masks of dreams upon itself,
And like a sullen cradle,
Crush them within its embrace?
Have you seen the old children,
Pitching their tents upon the graves of young mothers,
On that day when mist
Wept upon the bloodied bridal bed of light,
And thunder,
,In a gown of false sequins,
Wed the sky?
I returned to the my embryo,
And my hands,
clenched the throat of motion,
Hardly tight—
Hardly horrified.
Will you ever know
What day it is today?
What hour,
Or the count of endless kisses between two eyelids?
Will time ever wend its way—
That crimson fluid flow
Coursing sluggishly through your drowsy veins?
And my child,
With hurried crimson lips,
Sleeps, suckling the secret of existence,
Hardly deep—
Hardly silent.
That day,
In a dead-end alley,
A closed window wept.
A window whose claws,
Gripped the erected iron bars,
And was crying out:
“The history of our paper-heart has been written in straw.”
Categories:
allegory, baby, death, heart,