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.
for you who fell, god be with you….
you are certainly not forgotten
He died on the field, to live in the heart,
Lifted are nations by heroes that fall;
Never we’ll know on which ground he took part;
But then, the truth is, he died on them all.
He held, on that day, “No evil shall pass!
No, not today, though I die at my post!”
Courage is not just a word by the crass,
But rises with flames, when duty calls most.
What shall we think of a life cut so short?
There once died a rose, that others might bloom;
What shall that death to the living report?
There once rose a call, that lives past the Tomb:
To face every danger, never to lag,
And to embody what’s meant by the flag.
There is a hyphen waiting for my end,
To close that form engendered by my birth;
That year that shall its long imbalance mend,
And mark the measure of a life on Earth.
One may take pity for that broken bar,
Well-grounded left, but rightward hanging bare;
An absent fact a symmetry doth mar;
But it has patience, time shall make it fair.
O, such a little thing it is to see!
Two numbers with a hyphen are too dull;
But think, before you pass, that there go we,
And once, within that hyphen, dwelt a soul.
Since the second of the two of you had died,
I finally reached the day I no longer cried.
It was one of the last mornings of December,
I started laundry after waking from slumber.
I gathered all the towels around the house,
Walked down the stairs quiet as a mouse.
After I began the washing machine, I saw:
Two dimes, I knew it was you and grandpa.
I smiled, went to water your memorial flowers,
But as I carried a pail in dawn's sacred hours
Suddenly two big drops had fallen to floor,
I knew it was you two approving every chore.
I texted my partner I no longer have loud cries,
But I would still helplessly well-up in my eyes.
I know you two are watching over me though,
I know you two shall see how I'll further grow.
The shimmering rill stones
The clear babbling waters
The yellow meadow flowers
Dancing in the breezy dawn
He passed this way, he passed away
As thus, the bearded years pass on
The buried bones
The grieving daughters
Passing years fade like hours
On the grassy knoll, a memorial stone
Wreathed with yellow flowers
Below the hill
Lay his daughters still
In everlasting silent repose
The passing years fade like hours
Upon their graves, each; a yellow rose
None to hear them sing
None to marvel their glittered wing
As they’d lay midst, the meadow flowers
The passing years fade like hours
But they still remember
The morning dove, flying
And mortal love, undying
bullets… tears… blood… shrieks
mortality’s cries intrude…
clover found them rude
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
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.
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sandstone g r a v e
markers eclipsed ~
by contorted
b e e c h
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
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.
No story
Breathless deceased body alone
No Friends nor family
No observation
No memorial nor choir song
Loss words
No remorse
Spotlight none
Remembrance totally forgotten
No tears only shame
Bearing a name
Lifeless tongue
No orchestra
Uncaring Earth
Soulful flight
Decayed body
Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
Grave none
Heaven’s uplift
The promise
Aspect
Moment
Time
Darkened background
Heaven’s reward
The descend
Heaven bound
Imagine if you will
attending a holocaust memorial
at the very same moment
you support today's slaughters
this is inhumanity
hypocritical all
poets and politicians
to say I am disgusted
an understatement
to say I am filled with tears
a truth
inhumane
insane
your hatred ingrained
the inhumanity, raining blood
against all odds
I will always stand with the oppressed
not with those wearing masks
of Zionist deceit
A picture hung upon the parlour wall
Of a brother I'd never met at all
Tony was the eldest child in the nest
Loved, cherished, by parents truly blessed.
Sadly Tony had lived for just four years
His passing left enormous grief and tears
Though I'm one of five sisters, ever dear
How I wish that my brother was still here.
We’d visit the grave often on Sundays
Where sweet smelling flowers each sister laid
We all said prayers asking the Holy One
To gently care for our brother and son.
Now Tony’s sitting on my parlour wall
And my sisters, so that I can recall
The memories we made along life's way
Though none of Tony, so sorry to say.
I often wonder how life would have been
If my brother had remained on the scene.
I wear the most fragrant of all fragrances called Champagne Toast,
Because it was the specific scent she had loved the most,
So I am also in a way honouring her very own ghost.