Friend Funeral Poems | Examples
These Friend Funeral poems are examples of Funeral poems about Friend. These are the best examples of Funeral Friend poems written by international poets.
Season of death
Told to fear
Before bitter cold
Making everyone scream
For some warmth
And loving touch
Stay in touch
After the death
With some warmth
And no fear
Morbid many scream
Awaiting the cold
Decide embrace cold
With forceful touch
Hear the scream
Proclaiming the death
Eyes express fear
Needing some warmth
Getting the warmth
Fighting the cold
And the fear
With caring touch
Defeating ugly death
That creates a scream
Why a scream?
All filled warmth
Body shell death
Purple silver cold
Ghosts need touch
Soothe the Fear
Dispense the fear
Memories laughing scream
Everyone seems touch
Words igniting warmth
Melting the cold
Celebrating the death
Conquering fear death
Instead scream warmth
When touch cold
I
as
a child,
loved night time.
Summer with fireflies,
made the nights very magical.
We love catching them and putting them in a glass jar.
The pretty jar was all aglow then morning came a sad funeral for all of them.
Since my son died a little over a year ago,
I have had a hard time at funerals.
I went to one today and at one point,
my heart started racing, my breathing was
shallow and I felt anxiety through the roof
but I wanted to be there, so I tried my best
to control my breathing and slow down my
heartrate, honor the person who died,
and support my friend, but it was tough to be there.
I am glad I went, it is a way to respect
people you care about and this was
family of a good friend
So, I will still do what I need to do to
honor those close to me when they
have a loss, but I will acknowledge this
was hard, and I need to give myself space
to process it and maybe one day it won't be so hard.
Fly brother fly
Those wings weren’t meant to be bound
Over the seas to heaven where grace does resound
And as the bereft
We shall visit you often where memories are kept
Remembering the long walK of MinnesotA
Even in silence, our stEps fleed from HelL
Nothing was said, sInging just like a beE
Each loss taught me how To love without refleX
Eternally, I will listen to you Heartfelt in every step
Left, right, forward, back.
An endless cycle, lost in time.
Wondering what’s wrong,
asking what’s wrong.
When glass breaks, it doesn’t break even.
Shards of time, emotions, and hope are scattered.
They broke the glass,
this stagnant soul is left with the mess.
With a withering broom and dirty dust pan in hand,
all that was salvaged ended with mourning.
But when the pieces were collected out of the trench of rage,
a new foundation was created.
This light emerging from the abyss below,
beautiful as the death of a star.
Melting the glass, cursing all who dare damage true art.
Screeching with light that burns the sky.
A broken sword can be fixed,
there will be a new Excalibur.
A soul for a soul, a heart for a heart.
Lasting forever, in a land apart.
The first death takes the life
And deprives us a simple touch
And a familiar laugh
To fill the spaces around us.
The second death suffers time
To create a widening rift -
Leaving one weeks - months behind
As in abandonment.
The third death is our memory -
What elements - what remnants
Hover almost perceptibly
But the mind fails to focus.
The final death is the loss of things -
A favorite - a souvenir
Broken into haphazard pieces
By a careless hand - forever.
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.
Even though you shouldn't have left me, I knew it was time to say goodbye.
No more pain and suffering and hurt coming from your eyes.
No more lonely nights 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 arms and welcomed you and said, "You precious child of Mine."
another funeral
not shocking or a surprise
I am seventy-two
I could probably go to one every week
like my sister
if I still lived in a small town
This is my friend’s brother’s funeral
the last funeral I attended was another friend’s sister’s.
I have eight core friends
They are all alive and kicking
But most of their siblings have not been so lucky
Except for my best friend.
She has eight sisters and a brother.
They are all alive and well as of this morning.
I also have my siblings; we are the lucky ones
Gone are souls who always cared.
Gone are common memories shared.
Gone are loved ones old and young.
Gone are budding lives unsung
Announced by church bells too soon rung.
We all lament the friends we’ve lost
Once death’s threshold has been crossed.
Where graveside weeping willows embower,
We cry like them for fallen flowers.
She died, so we're riding behind the hearse one car back.
"Would you like a breath mint?", asks a woman dressed in black.
Why at a death does someone offer a minty tic tac?
She died so we're riding behind the hearse one car back.
Beth died last week after suffering a heart attack.
Please tell me why mints and death combine a dismal fact.
She died, so we're riding behind the hearse one car back.
"Would you like a breath mint?", asks a woman dressed in black.
All beings must face defeat one day
No one is spared of this mortal tray
Trust me; it is never easy to lose
Your destiny is the chthonian noose
Waiting to hang you by the feet
Now or later, one must face defeat
One must kiss disappointment
For the last time, for the last moment.
You can weep all you want
You can wail this very moment
Everyone has his or her day in court
The seconds are racing, and the time is short
Now or later, one must face defeat
The undertaker is waiting at your feet
For your last breath
At the time of death.
Copyright © June, 2014, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Hebert Logerie
Another loved one went to glory
And grief like mighty breakers fell.
Emptiness and sorrow followed
And fitting words, no one could tell.
Nothing need be said in times like these,
So let me be in silence…please.