Funeral Music Poems | Examples
These Funeral Music poems are examples of Music poems about Funeral. These are the best examples of Music Funeral poems written by international poets.
When the music died
It turned into police sirens
When the music died
It was like playing musical statues
Without the music
And forever stuck in silence
When the music died
It gave space for the gunshots
And the screams that came after it
When the music died
The soul died too
When the music died
The world stood still
The echoes of what could've been
When the music died
Tears fell from our eyes
The part of us that carried joy had died
When the music died
We mourned all the black lives
Held a funeral and said our goodbyes
When the music died
It wasn't a surprise
When silence filled the streets
Waiting for someone to speak
Waiting for the moment the black people
Who introduced colour to the world
To come back alive
When the music died
The streets cried
One of my favorite songs
The only one I want sung at my funeral
Puff the Magic Dragon
Sung by Helen Reddy
She may also want to sing I am Woman
Except she is gone now, but never far away
She brought such joy to my life
Whenever I think of this song
I think of Helen, and I smile
Remembering her bravery
In bringing forth women in a forthright
Wonderful, clever, equal way
A lone bugle wept as it wrapped
its plaintive message ‘round her heart
Why relentless drumbeats for another
raised hope anew for her brother
Is not ours to fathom unless
we close our eyes to death
It started in three thousand BC
When for survival, warning sounds were key
These utility communications
Building sender-receiver relations
Secular signs, religious ritual
The use of bells became habitual
Calling to worship or tolling the hours
Announcing events all from bell towers
Locating bells for pet rabbits and cats
For goats in the hills and cows on the flats
Such animals of all manner and form
Even the lead camel in a sand storm
What news of the ship in faraway seas?
Lutine strikes two as it sails on fresh breeze
Westminster must keep to the where and when
By the hour bell of the great clock, Big Ben
Times have changed, we live in this modern place
Technology seeps and invades our space
Now digital gizmos replace the bell
All that’s left is to sound its own death knell
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2nd place in the Bells premier contest. Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues. Contest Judged 12/12/2023.
The sequel to this poem is Bell rings which you can find in my poems.
Acoustic dancers in the air,
symphony of multimetal harmony,
resonates the melody of human soul
in enchanting echo of sonorous spell.
The bells chime for somebody,
serenades the tune of a narrative,
the wedding peals of joy
or the funeral tolls of grief.
Like the life sound of mute cattle,
wandering in the wilderness,
our innate bells reverberate
with the rhythm of harmonious existence.
The pious essence resounds
with the temple bells we ring,
the melodic offering of soulful submission
to the benevolent deity.
In the cadence of the jingle of bells,
the primeval sound of Om vibrates divinity.
Its heavenly harmonic waves
carry the devout soul to the almighty.
Multitudinous bells secern the tones
as may resound sharp bamboo xylophones.
Pulchritudinous bells have rhythmic ding,
others that linger with tedious ring.
Some little bells can echo a jingle
that surely bestow a Christmas tingle.
Quite many bells ting melodious chime
prompting our schedule's punctilious time.
A carillons' unique, harmonized bells
swing from gentleness to overtone swells.
Suspended bronze discs reach resonant gongs,
characterized by gregarious songs.
A bittersweet bell that distantly tolls
announces angelic release of souls.
On the wind,a bell
Muffled from across the square
Music fills the air
The requiem starts
Faure's genius is heard
In every ear
Brothers agreed on almost nothing
Except the sax, which bound them spiritually.
They came together to play at their mother’s funeral
She was watching, naturally, loving her sons
All three brothers kept their grief to themselves
Sharing no feelings, for it is not manly, right?
Their saxophones did their talking for them.
“Those are my boys!” Mom said to the angels.
Sing me here an old-timey hymn
Like “Amazing Grace” or “Jesus Saves,”
Sing it lustily before my bier,
Nothing overly sad, morose, or grim
My funereal may elicit some raves
But I prefer that to the maudlin tear;
Please remember, I shall be watching.
Not appreciating unnecessary waves,
I shall be very happy that I am here
In Paradise, no more frivolous botching,
Sing me here!
Written June 6, 2022
Lately I’ve been Fighting DemoNs
For what seems like no reason
Kick me out like I’m a heathen
You broke my heart, now that’s treason
You were my only reason
To wake up in the morning
But then one day you left without a warning
I knew I’d end up all alone
All these nights calling ur phone
I don’t know where to go
I just wanted to grow
Said that you loved me
But at my funeral ur a no show
That’s the sad reality
Of living carefree
Devil at my door, I’m yelling out spare me
Lately I’ve been Fighting DemoNs
For what seems like no reason
Kick me out like I’m a heathen
You broke my heart, now that’s treason
You were my only reason
To wake up in the morning
But then one day you left without a warning
Only an echo is left
in the halls distant in the falls
void for trapings and all
drifts through the moments like shadows
awaking dreams
the razor of reality
only echos are left
like the passing of a funeral parade
in the glow of the fire
its dark creation lived out fast
lives greatest desires
only the echoes last
only the echoes last x3
(1943-2003)
He was a renegade.
He was a rebel all his days.
Then something broke inside. And I, I --
I cried and cried when Warren died.
Daddy's piano plays my sadness
The funeral of a feeling
with a funny uncle at the mass
The windows feel the breeze
it's 6 pm in the afternoon, in Lisbon
The sun hides in a purple dusky sky
We feel formal but weak
We feel the missing of a heart
when funeral fire consumed his mortal remains,
roaring flames burnt his bodily musical domains,
peering through the glass portal one could see fires lash,
every inch reduced to unrecognisable ash!!
For five decades his golden voice reigned the music world,
he entertained with perfection of tune, rhythm, scale,
he sang songs of love, divine praise, of sadness or tears,
generations have his lilting tunes in their ears!
when you hear golden voice recording coming through air,
a musical voice preserved with scientific care,
mystery presence when physical form is erased,
shows us how meaning of every life is value based!
like a crawling garden snail we leave a trail behind,
trails created by art, talents or by brilliant mind,
the physical dissolves in time’s relentless crusade,
so must leave legacies of good deeds before we fade!
honourable mention
completely your choice(36) any form, any theme
Brian Strand
written 31/10/2020
13 syllables each line!
A tribute to a great singer who died recently due to Corona Virus!
Grave Music- -
When I thought of music
Those the song never tuning
Musicians so are cocooning
Taking thy hymn from out my heart
That moment my soul grew routine
Just what does this mean
Grave music
The grave a funeral
I saw the composers
Music is dead
Yet we still sing
And so I screamed, 'Is that a psalm?'
The recurrent repertoire refraining
It was attaining
It was reigning
Grave music
Once upon a midnight splendid
My passion is a phonographic guitar
When I thought of the music
I awoke and flung the score
Much I marveled the ragtime bluegrass
By the grave I saw the artists
I heard a musical, copyright copyrighting
Deep into that darkness availing choir yet still praising
Singing my songs of songs
Grave music
I awoke and flung the voice I have dreamed of the soloists
Screaming aloud with pitch voice, my choice
Deep into that darkness playing
Ever praising yet
Still
Music
Grave music
1/4/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©