Funeral Friend Poems | Examples
These Funeral Friend poems are examples of Friend poems about Funeral. These are the best examples of Friend Funeral poems written by international poets.
I'm sorry I didn't bring
roses to your funeral.
I brought a Christmas
wreath instead.
I didn't want to symbolize
your withering,
I wanted to represent your
eternity,
and the joy you brought
others instead.
hairline chasm threads
cobweb white through obsidian—
wrapped around carved names
once warm on living tongues.
those who lived visit
with heads down,
pretending it’s superstition—
not guilt.
not memory.
not fear of love ending abruptly
in a plot of land, a handful of dates.
dusted words and
sealed memories,
but still the obsidian
counts
new leaves on the banyan trees.
they leave behind flowers—
a sigh: I came.
a silence follows them home—
petals bruised beneath their steps.
So many friends came to say goodbye
Remember the good times, not going to cry
You were such a part of everyone you knew
A special someone for everything that makes up you
Hard to accept that you are no longer here
Keep waiting for the moment when you reappear
It really hit me, hearing the songs you wrote
Nobody else could quite hit that same note
You just had the voice, perfect for that sound
Never could be matched, from anybody around
You've always been a part of us, somewhere in the background
It doesn't feel right, not having you around
This may have come late, but now I realize
You have always been a special part of our lives
When someone first dies and leaves us,
It’s hard to lift that sense of gloom,
When their body is no longer with us,
But their presence still fills the room.
But within our treasured memories,
We can recollect their smiling face,
For in our heart-of-hearts we know,
They are now in a much better place.
I wish a minute was an hour
An hour was a day
And life was an eternity
So I could get closer to you
If only you would hear
What goes inside my brain
You would show up at my doorstep
Knowing leaving you was my pain
If time could stay still
What would I do?
I think I would go back
So I could get closer to you
Remember when we were kids
We would laugh and play
I guess years passed by
That caused our dismay
And now that you're gone
I take back everything I said
I would do anything
To get you out of my head
Oh you wouldn’t know what I would do
Just for a second to get closer to you
Years gone by, you'd almost forgotten,
as you feel the days grow old and tired,
you're bones ache, and you're feeling rotten,
when, once again, you feel life's fire.
The two of you have been through a lot.
Long ago you were torn asunder,
but you loved each other, which can't be bought,
'neath the bridge, lot's of water, under.
An occasion of pleasure or pain,
something you wouldn't know in advance,
a birth or funeral in the rain,
or possibly only happenstance,
there is no pleasure, so great as when
you see a dear old friend again,
I want you all to rejoice, this is not my end.
I'm starting to transition, to see family and friends.
All my sorrows and my pain will soon be left behind.
Any suffering is done here, I will soon be fine.
Soon I will begin to see people gone before me.
My Lord has blown the trumpet, that will set me free.
Something beautiful has begun, I wish that I could say.
It's not something bad or scary, you all will see someday.
Remember now trust in God, knowing that he is love.
He beckons me in this suffering state from His throne above.
Feeling sorry for me right now, is the wrong thing to do.
I'm headed for the heavenly realm where others wait for you.
It's my will. I want let go, I am making this choice.
Goodbye for now. I'll see you later. I'm hearing Jesus voice.
Put smiles on those sad faces. This is not my end.
When I pass thru heaven's gate, my life will really begin!
Even though you shouldn't have left me, I knew it was time to say goodby.
No more pain and suffering and hurt coming from your eyes.
No more lonely night with hurt and continuous dismay
Time is winding down, each and every day
You start to feel the sickness, and it hurts you inside.
As fear took over, your eyes closed as you began to die.
You took your last breath as the light began to shine
God opened his arm and welcomed you and said," You precious child of mine."
The wounded warrior can barely stand
A beautiful speech therapist
Now leans only on a flimsy , breaking branch
The battlefield , a hospital. Diagnosis: cancer.
A ribbon tied loosely around her skull
Hides small wisps if you more than glance
Which once held luscious locks of chestnut Strands
As she walked proudly among her patients
And down the wedding aisle, her white dress flailing
Before the bravery, before the surreal
The bow about to break and no surgery can heal
as the hand of wicked illness
Steals a friend , so Dear
Her heart-breaking collapse
Crushing the hearts and souls of her little Ones
She fought tooth and nail to be their Mom
For those who never knew her heart or gentle soul
all I can say, is I feel much sorrow
"It's not fair", were the final dying words
Of a woman fighting and wishing she would live
Atleast until tomorrow
The eerie thing is
The day of your dying
Will be a normal day
You may need to clear your head
You step out, saying bye to your wife
And just like that.
Or maybe you're travelling back to your mom
And the car in front of you losing a tyre
Killing you and others
Having a normal day so far
Or maybe you will be used to the cancer
Because till then, it was always a normal day of pain
Or maybe you go out to lunch
And you swallow wrong on a date
Or maybe you are old and expecting
But it still catches you off guard.
Or maybe you planned it all
But still, you will lack the faith
We all die the same deaths suddenly
At least to our perspective
The other day when you left you did so for good
You had left before but you always came back you always knew you could
Everytime you left it broke a piece of me away still stronger I stood
I waited patiently for you to see the light think about what you did I knew that you would
I'd be standing sometimes kneeling faithful in the belief our bond had withstood
When you left this last time you took with you my pieces leaving me here alone the way no one should
Again I sit waiting only now it is dark you saw the light I'm still here alone and misunderstood
No longer standing no longer strong in a river of my tears aimless lost and weathered worthless driftwood
Youre not coming back your time has ceased take my pieces with you I'll keep our memories I need to stop trying get used to the dark belief in the fact none of this was meant to be understood
This is my final goodbye to my bestie pooh bear
Steve Lyman
Today my heart is really grieving
As my besties finally leaving
To his new home in the sky
I'll say my final goodbye
To a friend I'll really miss
I hope he finds lots of bliss
Up in heaven where he'll be
Resting for eternity
In my heart you'll be forever
No distance will ever sever
All my memories of us
RIP your always loved
even heaven’s stars can be misaligned
the reports of her passing greatly exaggerated
a wrong number and evil intent came together
“How is my friend?”
“She died today.”
“When are the funeral services?”
“There won’t be any services!” CLICK
like playing telephone, passes between the pews,
the news of Lazarus…weeping ensues, towels passed
out…we all could have passed out if this saint
had showed up on Sunday next, praising with all get out
stone’s been kicked away…the one that the evil one laid
the devil lied, using the mouth of a man…oh man
telephone rings and rings and rings, call after call,
throwing us all, for a loop. nevermind the toss and turn
as we thought of our friend at heaven’s gate…the gait
a bit slower than we thought. kiss, kiss, kiss
her face…her halo will have to wait
i'm writing these tearful words
in the hope they'll reach you somehow.
I'm still in shock,
can't quite believe you're gone,
that you suffered for so long,
like some sort of secret.
I couldn't face the funeral
and the box containing the body
of the woman i'd once loved:
your form (that I'd found
so beautiful) to be burned,
entombed with my dead dreams.
May you go to a God
who you no longer believed in...
...and rest in perfect peace.
You left
After death
Knocked at your door
No need to say more.
We painfully grieved
We recited your poems.
We cried like grown kids
As you lay
Silently surrounded
By a dazzling array of orchids
You said nothing
Phenomenal Darling.
We quietly grieved
We listened to your poems.
As you lay in state
Speechlessly surrounded
By good wishers who love you
Many poets paid tribute to you
You were phenomenally gifted
And blessed
May you rest in peace!
Now we understand your poems
We know why you had to leave.
Death came
You were neither ashamed
Nor afraid to go on the journey
Today is your day
And ours will come soon
Under a somber moon
Let us reminisce
You will surely be missed
My Darling
The bells rang
Good morning.
Copyright© June 7, 2014 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.