Friend Funeral Poems

These Friend Funeral poems are examples of Funeral poems about Friend. These are the best examples of Funeral Friend 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

© Alijah Rivers  

I went to drink 
coffee at one of those 
cute little coffee-drinking 
places, and I couldn’t 
help but think of 
you. 

I tried 
not to.

© Alijah Rivers  

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.
   

© Jasmine Tsai  

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

© Julie Little  

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

© Clive Blake  

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

© Diya Karia  

I was only about four years old when I saw my mother crying
Two soldiers at our front door said something about him dying
When they left

© Tom Cunningham  

In a small town nestled in Tennessee's embrace,  
Lived a man named Roger, with a wild, free grace.  
A rebel and a dreamer,

© Odette Oprean  

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

© Stephen Gregory  

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

© Gideon Oknin  

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

© Kenneth Samples  

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

© Melvin Johnson  

I am a Jew, but I am enthralled by the luminous figure of the Nazarene. Jesus is too colossal for the pen of phrasemongers, however

© Regina Mcintosh  

After my young wife died tragically, I decided to move away
Memories we made in our house were painful; I couldn’t stay
I’d often remember that phone

© Tom Cunningham  

Cold death it is, descending from the sky,
That like a shroud, across the land doth lie.

And why need death be cold?
Let we this tale unfold.
Dire

© Jerrold Prothero