In Loving Memory Poems | Examples

In Loving Memory of Our Love

In Memory of my Love

Love, to love. What? Who?
I want to do it, and no dream
In realized life, the bird flies

Flies with my heart in the sky
Her heart took the life of love
She just flies far! Be damned!
A lightning strike killed her

A colored feather fell on me
From the sky, my love, I keep it
This poem was written for you
To The Memory of Us, Our Love

In Loving Memory Of Kerwin Rae

(Motivational Speaker, died Oct 18, 2024 at the age of 49, father of two ) 


In fields of gold I dare to go, where never growing old I row and row,   
never farther than my eye could see, ...for He is looking right at me;
Flying on the wings of hope, thankful every day for that special ray 
that sends me to the sun, like a soaring Cormorant flying free.. 
Mixing clay and water I will build my wings  and temper gently 
with  the coming of the light,   just like Jonah did,  
from the belly of the night....
The last few words I said to you, may they fall afresh like dew 
on the lawn of your heart, may you run for peace and not forget 
that when the waters rise and you can't swim, 
do like Noah did and build an arc !  
In fields of gold I dare to go, where never growing old I row and row,   
never farther than my eye could see, ...for He is looking right at me;
I am a ripple in the quantum field of life, a pulse in the heart of you 
 listen and learn what it is that lights you up and fills you with joy.
Before you dare to go to those fields of gold where you never 
grow old,  just row and row and row and row, and never let go.

In loving memory

“In Loving Memory”

It is the language within me that must transform, Lucky number seven, she used to say, “I bore seven children,” with the birthing help of — your grandmother, Ellie. seven signed birth certificates

Today, the seven of us find solace, Knowing she rests in peace. Each holds a personal memory of our mother, Some days were rough, but we persevered.

Seven small bowls, seven cups, seven spoons, A chorus of voices would call out: “Maymay,” “Esther May,” or “Granville Clarke’s wife.” Through tears and aching hearts, we celebrated her.

She taught us strength, resilience, and hope, In her native tongue, she’d say, “Don’t follow patterns; think for yourselves.” Unique interpretations blossomed within us.

Favorite colors eluded her, Yet I grant her the power of black. Her laughter was music, her smile—sunshine, In her presence, troubles dissolved.

Now she’s gone, leaving an irreplaceable void,
 Rest in peace, dear Maymay, 

Your words will forever shine bright in our memories.

In Loving Memory Of

Ira Earl Hudson

January 6th 1961 - December 20th 2023


VIEWING
Terry's Funeral Home 
2337 N Williams Ave, Portland, OR 97227
Jan 18th, 2024 @ 4:00pm


GRAVESIDE SERVICES
Willamette National Cemetery
11800 SE MT Scott Blvd, Happy Valley, OR 97086
Jan 19th 2024 @ 1:30pm

In Loving Memory Of

She seemed to have everything to smile... 
But deep down she knew her own misery. 

She was a character with a remarkable aura as anyone would say... 
But she camouflaged any imperfection. 

She smiled for the world,
For they kneeled in front of her charisma... 

Her insides were filled with sheer grace as anyone would recall.
But her mask made what her unique personality was. 

I used to praise her daily courage. 
And she tried to smile just for herself
But it was not enough in the end... 

These are the words from her ex-husband.

In Loving Memory

I strolled through the local cemetery the other day
And here are some epitaphs I observed along the way:

Cletus O'Toole lies herein
Too much boozing done him in!

Here lies a gambler molding in his crypt
Odds are he was shot by a chump he had gyped!

His spouse spotted him leaving a house of ill repute
In short order she done him in during a heated dispute!

Clyde raced down the mountain and failed to swerve
Meeting his doom on an S-shaped curve!

His plea to the judge was ruled to be moot
He was sentenced to hang for fencing some loot!

Buckaroo Bob was throwed from his horse
And was buried with his boots on as a matter of course!

The town ruffian was our late friend Keith
He met his match and was interred sans his teeth!

Pilot Pete's final radio message was, "Oh! Shoot!"
Seems he forgot to don his parachute!

Farrier Fred was a premier cobbler as a general rule
Alas, he was kicked in the head by an unruly mule!

Butcher Bruce was expert at wielding his knife
But in a fatal spat he was out-wielded by his wife!

POTD 24 June 2021

-in Loving Memory-

In loving memory, she's gone not dead grandma Rudell left first; 
It was the very first time I have seen my daddy cry;
It was at birth she, my mom, dad God gave me breath;
I miss her she left when she was thirty-nine in loving memory
I was nineteen I did survive
Twelve years later my dad also left, and yes I cried
A short, strong man disciplined Navy chef his World War II mission
How I miss him
in loving memory
Truth be told there's to MY knowledge only one who was interested in me
To be my only, girlfriend turn wife and the mother of our three children
She's gone, left four years ago, she too went home to be with the Lord
in loving memory
No one truly dies they've just gone back home
Those tears we shed those we cry
Our loved one is only on loan to us
So this I do decree in loving memory this dedicated verse
~to Rudell Robinson, Annie Bell Lee, Joseph Lee, Carmen Lee Brown Lee~
How I miss them, in loving memory paternal grandmother, Mother, Father, Wife


7/5/20
In Loving Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina Riddle

In Loving Memory of You

In memory of you and all the beauty I behold.
I will listen to the laughter's and discern which one was yours
I would play the music that I know you would wish to hear
And dance on the same footsteps wearing your shoes
As I float dancing with you just one more time
And when we are done, I will hold your hand
Pull you towards me one more time
And see forever in your eyes

And when tomorrow comes
And it's my turn to dance again with you,
I will flow you to the Milky Way
Where all the stars will look upon us
With coruscation envy


6/29/2020

Poetry Contest: In Loving Memory'  
Sponsored By:	Regina Riddle

In Loving Memory

Stillness greeted my gaze 
You always lifted that haze
You always knew when I was blue
I miss you, I miss your smile,
The tickle was my cue
to laugh awhile with you

You always taught me to be kind
You were my hero, my first love 
And I knew, come what may 
You would guide and protect me
My wings are open I’m in flight
I know you have me covered in your sight
I will always follow your guiding light

The things unspoken meant a lot
That guiding hand that indulgent gaze
Took me through life’s maze
And now I stand with my son in hand
Teaching him all the things 
you taught me to do
Dad oh my Dad I miss and love you.

In Loving Memory

I often saw them
hand in hand
strolling past my window
I often heard their laughter
through the walls in the night
I often think of them
side by side
in death as they were in life
Rest In Peace.

In Loving Memory

IN LOVING MEMORY

IN LOVING memory of the countless
forgotten moments i said of Love,
"My Fear Does Not Believe In You."
That love believed in me
That love forgave me
That love loved me
is the purest
of all love.
Is Love.

:: 09-20-2018 ::

In Loving Memory of Someone Else

We were all saddened to learn of the death this week of one of our hardest working citizens. SOMEONE ELSE.  When SOMEONE ELSE died it created a huge void in our community that will be difficult to fill. SOMEONE ELSE was with us for many years. SOMEONE ELSE always did far more than a normal person's share of the work. Whenever there was a job to do, overtime to pull, or a meeting to attend. One name was always on everyone's lips. "Let SOMEONE ELSE do it". Whenever there was a need everyone just assumed that SOMEONE ELSE would volunteer. It was common knowledge that SOMEONE ELSE was the hardest worker in our community. SOMEONE ELSE was a wonderful person who often appeared superhuman. In all honesty. Everyone expected to much of SOMEONE ELSE. So now that SOMEONE ELSE is gone, what will happen to our schools, our children, our churches, our community. SOMEONE ELSE left a marvelous example for us to follow. But now who is going to do the work SOMEONE ELSE did. Will it be you. Or will it be SOMEONE ELSE. c. Rodney Mendoza

In Loving Memory of Lucy

Lucy in God's arms
Angels' celebrations start 
Delight fills our hearts!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 SEPTEMBER 2014


*Lucilla  Carillo, a great lady with pure heart and soul, an amiable human being, a true believer, a wise person and a personal good friend. I was informed that 
she passed away on 27th September 2014. 
This “Haiku” of mine is written in her honor, as the smallest of tributes!
Lucilla, you will be missed by all your friends at Poetrysoup and 
very much by me!
We love you!
R.I.P.

In Loving Memory Kolby

In Loving Memory: Kolby Horton

Kolby with eyes of the ocean 
You captivated our hearts
For the past twenty-two years
Your smiles have been blessings of love
With tears of joy we say good bye to a wonderful young man
And a beautiful father to be
Those same eyes we saw so much wonder in 
Will exist soon again
In the eyes of your child
Honoring you, Cherishing you and Celebrating your life
Gone so soon may not understand why
But the belief in your strength will heal our heartbroken souls
In god we trust love you so Kolby with eyes of the ocean.

My Rap In Loving Memory of My Loved Ones

DAY BY DAY GROWING UP WAY 
TOO FAST 
 WISH I COULD GO BACK TO THE 
PAST ,
 THATS A DREAM I KNOW WONT 
LAST,
 I REMEMBER ALWAYS BEING TOLD 
,
 BY 3 PPL WITH HEARTS OF GOLD,
 TO STAND UP FOR MYSELF 
 AND FAMILY N DO AS IM TOLD...
 WE ALL LIVED IN ONE BIG ASS
 HOUSE ON PATTERSON AVE,
 THATS WERE ALL MY BOY CUZNS
 I GREW UP WITH TURNED ME INTO 
SAVV
 THEY TAUGHT MY ASS HOW TO 
FIGHT 
 N MY MOM AND MA TELLIN ME TO 
DO 
 WATS RIGHT,..
 MA N PAPA TOOK CARE OF US 
ALL,,,
 THEY WAS THERE ALL WE 
 HAD TO DO.. 
 WAS MAKE ONE PHONECALL..
 BUT THESE LAST FEW YEARS 
Things STARTED 
 TO CHANGE,,THOSE WE LOVE 
BEGIN TO PASS 
 AWAY,,UNCLE WILLIAM ,JC, JESSE, 
MY MA N MOM,,
 N THEN GOD EVEN TOOK MY PAPA,,
 MY LIFE SEEMS TO BE FALLING 
apart MORE N MORE EACH
 DAY THE ONES CLOSEST TO ME 
,MADE WHO I AM TODAY HAD 
 ALREADY GONE N PASSED 
AWAY,,LOST FOR WORDS 
EMPTINESS
 N PAIN ,JUST ME N MY BBYS N 
WAT FAMS LEFT..

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