Funeral Poems | Examples of Funeral Poetry

Doomsday’s dismal dawn, in the deep distance, Is our dusk, the diadem of decadence; Daunting and depthless, a dark and doleful dirge Deems this dungeon of demons due for death...

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In a small town nestled in Tennessee's embrace, Lived a man named Roger, with a wild, free grace. A rebel and a dreamer, a hippie at heart, With a spirit so vibrant, he played his own part. With a big heart that welcomed all souls in his way, He spread...

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bring in the rain her rocking chair was hushed, the metric creaking ceased and sprinkles fell gently like a supple cotton blanket. she no longer smiled. her feeble hands were folded while a sweet summer breeze softly kissed her unyielding lips. persistent raindrops fell singing a final melody to the old lady who waited for the kiss of visiting angels. her journey now complete, the fragrance of roses growing...

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Night fells suddenly sending rays of hope in the sky as anxious hearts make music with their flute and the violin with its tender strings bring back memories of my youth. It is the part of me that no one can see but something bigger than me is always speaking to me and it is...

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We watched him die, He was nailed up high, Alive for hours, Before the sky turned black; Thunder rolled, Lightning flashed, It is finished, was the cry That came final from his lips; He died, we cried, we ran and hid; He was taken and laid in a tomb, Borrowed from a friend, Laid there,...

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A haunting past that trails behind, An unnerving shadow that fails to blend. The harrowing voices that curve the bend, Sending your sanity off to the other end. The gleaming red eyes that tend to blind, The long veiny hands stretched out to lend. One that offers an ironic life to bade, The other that offers prosperity to the dead. A single screech...

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I would like to share a story about the "Unforgiving Fool!" He let his pride, saying forgiveness wasn't cool. He even claimed to be a Christian, that read the bible each day. The Book about forgiveness, but his let pride led the way. The fool loved his mother so, he was her baby child. Whenever he would think of her,...

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The sandwiches taste of sorrow. Cookies crumble into tears. The coffee is as weak as my knees And I stumble to one of The uncomfortable low chairs Not made to comfort, No arms made to hold. There is endless murmuration Of voices and bodies swirling From photo array to photo array, Exchanging stories and condolences, Memories from so many corners Of a life of many rooms. This room,...

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When I am not with you, close your eyes and see me, for lam there with you always. I am there in your heartbeat, in the warmth of blood rushing through your veins, In your memories old and new, In your soul l am entwined and l'm your forever home. Listen for my voice in the still...

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He gets up from the death bed A dream or madness? My thoughts wander A worrying chill runs down my spine I throw up hard, then blindly faint The air grows thick, my vision blurs Shadows whisper, I hear their distress calls Silent scares echo through the mortuary hall My spirit then leaves my body behind I die. The dead man comes alive Our...

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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. ...

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I celebrated my father's birthday this last April 4th, 2025 He would have been 75, Yet 7 years ago, a white butterfly laid him to rest, with the rest of his family around his casket, And my face playing masquerade among the living corpses giving me their condolences, Not of any fault of their own, Just that, my own brokenness...

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I look to my right And there’s a bin of stuffed animals just like the one you bought me I look to my left And there’s your favorite flavor of ice cream I look down And I see your Nebraska sweatshirt I couldn’t let them throw away So I think maybe Just maybe And I look up. But there's no trace of you in...

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Mom writes polemics, when a cause grasps her heart She's a good soul and wants to do her part A journal took one, so she emailed it to friends Then found that old age had brought many to their ends Sometimes children answer back, or maybe a weary wife They thank her kindly, talk about the...

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Tuesday comes and you may not know what to think When Tuesday comes, you may not know what to think Something might occur to push you over the brink There’s a famine in the fields that once gave grain Famine’s in the fields that once gave grain And the peasants in the village have gone insane...

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