Memorial Poems | Examples of Memorial Poetry

A quiet handshake— now just dust on the breeze falls, names fade with the dusk....

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Soulmates Forever For my husband, my best friend, my always We met when the world was still wide and new, In hallways of lockers and laughter and blue. Just kids finding jokes in the folds of the day, Not knowing love had already found its way. Through dances and dreams, through growing and years, Through triumphs and troubles and teenage tears— We stayed...

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An American legendary comedian and actress Now smiles on new stamp of USPS A long-lived fellow born in Illinois With perpetual charm and glamor, oh boy! Betty Marion Ludden-- her real name Her screen role and contributions brought her fame First woman who produced the American national TV show A sitcom star with various awards, still to mention below. For almost seven decades...

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Oh Liza, dear Liza. My plane’s going down. I’m somewhere over the Pacific, but there's nobody around. Nobody to watch as this hunk of metal falls No one to weep as these blaring alarms stall. Dear Liza, my Liza. Now I’m going down. It’s not valiant or brave like you hear of in town. There was no gunfire, I’m just...

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The “Mayday” radio call message was the final voice from Air India 171 flight bound for London seconds before it crashed creating an eternal memorial for 241 gracious beings, with one survivor. My heartfelt sympathy and condolences to every family member, friend, and associate of those who made their ascent into the heavenly realms. May...

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One day a year to mark a sacrifice profound One day a year to visit the ground One day a year for the bugle to sound One day a year a nation’s memory is found Hardly enough for the terrible cost Hardly enough for the lives that were lost One day a year for the flags to adorn One day a year...

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Warm Summer night’s fun Grill smoke permeates the air Missing you lingers ...

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I close my eyes on this Warm Summer Day And slowly my mind is lead far away Back to another time so long ago And to melodies I remember so The music of Surfin Safari to Surfin USA There was no mistakin Brian’s talent had introduced a new Music craze Why there...

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When we say goodbye, Time will not stand still. Life moves on as it always has, Forsaking my own will. Don’t try to feel sad— I’ll know it’s all a lie. You didn’t love me while alive; Don’t pretend to care when I die. I was a burden to so many, In my youth and old age. I’d rather go out quietly Than force a false...

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War Is loud. But inside, I am quiet— Counting every breath. Mud clings like old regrets. Smoke writes names across the sky. I don’t remember why we came, Just the look in my captain’s tired eyes. We move forward. That’s the only command....

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George Wendt to Heaven when he died. He was talented and that can't be denied. George Wendt to a bar where everybody knew his name. Now that he's dead, Hollywood will never be the same. George Wendt to Heaven and the angels started to cheer. But his friends, family and fans are sad and shedding tears. George gave a terrific performance...

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The silence here is not of peace— It hums like blood beneath the skin, A hollow hush that will not cease, A quiet carved from what has been. No birds, no breeze. Just broken ground, And boots that whisper through the dust. Even echoes fear this sound, Where dreams break and memories rust. I used to hear the laughter loud, My brother's voice, a...

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They said the sun would rise again, But not how red it burns at dawn— A bleeding orb above the hills, Where shadows march and boys are drawn. We kissed our mothers’ hands goodbye, The station rang with rust and steam. Our boots were new, our hearts unscarred, Still halfway clinging to a dream. The sergeant’s voice was gravel-rough, It ground the child from...

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Each year Memorial Day causes much lament, and today will be viewed as another life recap. A day we honor heroes whose lives were spent, who, for freedom, willingly stood in the gap. Too many families are attached to someone, who served country and didn’t return intact. Body bags, their ticket home to a loved one, today, they remember that door knock’s...

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"Memories buried in the wavering wash of time." I write you now with trembling hand, The ink runs like the river sand, Where once we laughed, side by side— Now silence stands where you had died. Your dog tags hang from rusted steel, A ghost’s reminder I still feel. Your voice just echoes in my chest, A joke, a shout, your final rest. We...

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