Funeral Memory Poems | Examples
These Funeral Memory poems are examples of Memory poems about Funeral. These are the best examples of Memory Funeral poems written by international poets.
oh, grief...
it's indeed true what is said
about you.
you're an arc
that keeps looping your way back
to yet another circle.
all it takes
for your long-smothered flame
to once again ignite...
just one reminder,
a painful one at that;
old funeral service bulletin.
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
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
i remember my grand-mother
when she sang in the choir
at her baby sister's funeral
it wasn't till decades later
that i began to fathom
the depths of her grief
AP: 3rd place 2022
The funeral was over and as a new day dawned…
He was asked, “What will you miss most about him…now that he is gone?”
He did not answer right away…no…he thought on it a while…
as tears fell from his eyes and caught the corners of his smile.
And for a moment…a lovely moment…he felt lighter than the breeze…
as he floated on his tears through a sea of memories.
Then, with sorrow and joy harmonizing together in his tone…
“I will miss those moments that belonged to us.” He said.
“MomentS that were ours…and ours alone.”
Fragrance of flowers on an icy wind
December funeral of close old friend
With watery eyes a slight smile begin
Fragrance of flowers on an icy wind
A pro all the way
from serve to volley
Rod Laver's not one, but two, calendar grand slams
buried under pseudo-tennis-intellectual flimflam
a bouncing ball against a wall
conkers bashed as Autumn falls
the swish of a skipping rope:
milk bottles clinking in a crate
grate of chalk upon the slate
the tinkle of five-stones on a roll:
warning moan of an air raid
drone of bombers overhead
the whispers of prayers said:
rattle of the tin-can tommy
rasping squeak of a swing
the bus stop bell request ring:
voices chanting time-tables
snap of a teacher cane
the double hoot of the fast steam train:
raucous yell of the paper-seller
the release of the works hooter
exhaust noise from my Lambretta scooter:
peals of a Sunday morn bell
the passing funeral ....tolling,
....a death nell
Lost loves remembered from pages turned brown
They read like letters from scattered debris
I tear them from love's book to be thrown down
To build their funeral pyre for me
These yesterdays I have folded in time
To cast in the flames where memories cry
Colored smoke floats upon the air to climb
I can see them rise in an endless sky
They leave worthless emotions of fool's gold
With its dung rich charcoal and flames which weep
These timeless memories will burn until cold
Then fade into ashes so I can sleep
Thrown in the blazing flames of yesterday
I watch each love lost, burn slowly away
5/8/21
her funeral flowers
magnificent aroma
roses remind me
Perfume lingers in the room.
He's convinced somehow she is still near.
The funeral a surreal nightmare.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Respect was Aretha’s request
Every good soul deserves the best
She lived her life
Pure and right
Ever honest and true
Creating music for me and you
To celebrate her life and our memories of her.
In burlap did he laugh,
the huskiness of mirth
to occupy the dearth
of sound. A photograph
beside the paragraph;
her testament of worth.
In satin does she weep,
cold buttons in her lap.
The invocations tap
an estuary deep.
Like flutterings in sleep
they flood the aching gap.
She penned his epitaph:
In Burlap Did He Laugh.
3/26/18
I grew up in a town so small
If you leave your purse in a grocery cart,
Someone will bring it to you at work.
I grew up in a town so small,
If you leave your bike out in the rain,
All of the neighbors will scold you.
I grew up in a town so small
When someone dies, people ask “Where’s Ted?”
If Ted doesn’t show up at a funeral.