Family Funeral Poems - Poems about Family Funeral

What becomes of a world?

The trees ache with a pain only those who have witnessed true horror 
The swinging rope moping for it had been turned to a killer 
The threads unravelling trying to escape 
A maze with no end 
Running, running, running Away
Yet still can't escape its fate 

A fallen leaf a tear of the tree
Weeping for a

Eulogy For A Loved One

Poem for Dad

Of flesh and blood
that nature gives to our breath
must one day be given back
for life was lent by Earth's hand
and now it is returned

Dad though lives always in us

He is the movement of the swaying tree
The light that dawns our day
He is the sparkle glistening on the sea
The energy of the wave
He is

MY LAST AND FINAL RUN

From one heart to another, Uncle Carl you will truly be missed ... And
May God continue to bless you from beyond the heavens. I love you ... And
Auntie Connie, thank you for blessing me with the idea of this poem. Which is
             

Lost and Taken

Great sorrow felt.
That judgement thou dealt. 
Selfish and blinded.
Unbridled.
Nature divided.
Absolutely required. 
Discarded as folly.
Parried as play.
Honor and pride.
Mother beholden.

England's Greatest Pride- Christen Kuikoua

Your years have been long and beautiful
You Ruled with Power and Might
Your majesty and your reign were not in question
Because God made you our greatest pride
Unfortunately, today you disappeared in the middle of the unknown
But forever, We your people will remember you Our Beloved Queen,
Queen Elizabeth, Long Lived Your Reign,

For you have delivered us from

Destruction of Bonds

Please Don't take that chance away from your kids ,make good choices for yourself for them : My Dad, my Dad didn't have much just rich in heart, wasn't really book smart so took to the streets, he was gentle but if you pissed him off then he would get disgruntle, he was a man

Ordained

We started on a common path,
But not one of our choice.
In time we went our separate ways,
To hear or find our voice,

And so traversed the wilderness
With joys and dangers fraught.
The path I chose, not best or worst,
Just mine, or so I thought.

I did not scale that rocky cliff,
Nor cross that deep crevasse;
I found the briars

Reaching Eighty-Five

Reaching eighty-five           

 All of a sudden I’m eighty-five
and start remembering of things past
and begin to think to relieve the burden for my children to bear
I begin to think and stare. 

An introduction to the roll of hospice
funeral arrangements, crypt for final justice 
mausoleum. plot,

Uncle John's Music

Daddy's piano plays my sadness
The funeral of a feeling
with a funny uncle at the mass

The windows feel the breeze
it's  6 pm in the afternoon, in Lisbon
The sun hides in a purple dusky sky
We feel formal but weak 
We feel the missing of a heart

Thank You

Thank you 

Think of me, but do not weep, I have no pain.
Dwell not for long my friends, as none of us can stay.
Your time on earth is precious, so enjoy every living day.
For my friends who really liked me, I sincerely thank you all.
But to my family who truly loved me, I thank you

Final Goodbye

Candle in the wind,a memory,a prayer,silent words are spoken,now our loved ones are not there..we will always remember,the good times we had,always great and fun memories,the good and the bad..meet again one day,up in the sky,its always an hello,never a final goodbye..

Don'T Cry For Me

One day I'll lay upon a bed
and someone near will declare me dead
Don't cry for me when my time is done
for life for me has just begun

I'll enter Heaven through pearly gates
and walk down the streets of gold
And Jesus will be waiting with open arms
with found loved ones young and old

Grandma will be holding the

Senior Trip To Fold With Honor

What was brewing? 
A health care debate done for fooling
What bill?
Who has the medical skill?
Up there on the Hill
Are they still talking about the prescription pill? 
Then the legal eagles read the will 
Where I am going with this? 
Noticing people not being able to give a good bye kiss 
While finishing the two due

The Lingering and the Unconsoled Heart

The Lingering and the Unconsoled Heart
by Michael R. Burch
 
There is a silence—
the last unspoken moment
before death,
 
when the moon,
cratered and broken,
is all madness and light,
 
when the breath comes low and complaining,
and the heart is a ruin
of emptiness and night.
 
There is a grief—
the grief of a lover's embrace
while faith still shimmers in a

No Getting Back To Normal, a 9-11 Poem

No Getting Back to Normal, a 9-11 Poem
by Michael R. Burch

for the survivors of 9-11

Intrude upon my grief; sit; take a spot
of milk to cloud the blackness that you feel;
add artificial sweeteners to conceal
the bitter aftertaste of loss. You’ll heal
if I do not. The coffee’s hot. You speak:
of bundt cakes, polls, the price of eggs.

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