Eulogy Poems | Examples of Eulogy Poetry

Tremors shake beneath trepidatious feet. To shake when shooken offers scents of defeat. Took in thine imagery from perches unseen. Salivating secretions ooze and seep secrecy. Scantily clad corruptions do sit upright. Smirking shards the aimless beacon leads. Lapping pools of...Read the rest...

O some day to come, it may be that time will bury my memory deep as the hidden sleep of those who lie in some forgotten churchyard; but my judgment is that the future holds...Read the rest...

Woodsman on a prowl Sneaking around like an owl Noticing innocents getting a fright Watchman you are a good knight Defending partiers in a plight Battling a monster in a murderous fight Erich you guarded them...Read the rest...

Not a drop of liquor to interfere, Drunk on love's celestial bliss, I've tried to resist This intoxication too bitter but so sweet, But no matter I am how drunk Sobriety come with the first morning light, Drunk on love, My heart...Read the rest...

Stevie, Earth Angel You were born blind Eyes that could not see the beauty Of your own sweet smile Yet you saw beauty in the people who loved you and discerned every intention. You were born with Cerebral Palsy You could...Read the rest...

I miss you Michael a really great friend When I dropped by your flat you got me high Gave me game DVD’s to the end Brain cancer killed you, so sorry good bye You were on a...Read the rest...

One of soft summer evenings is fading and passers go by Cappuccino in hand and a cig, you relax in delight Sick and happy you sit, and it must be your favorite style Or at least that's the...Read the rest...

The story of life The story of life almost there, a bit more to go the story of life almost there, a bit more to go possibility, within an interlocking may possibility, have a say there will not be anything anymore to scope...Read the rest...

We are going to dig to bury our dead: Mother, father, sisters and brothers, Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers. We are going to inter our dead: Archbishop, pastors, Houngans and vicars. The altar boys in a row are profusely bleeding. The...Read the rest...

Noelle Cottage straddles ledges of grey, Extending into waters of Casio Bay, Along Small Point’s shoreline of Atlantic Ocean, Observing forest, sky, and ocean devotion. ...Read the rest...

"Kalapana fishing village laid west of Mount Pu'u O'o. Our home was behind the church that sat on an abutment tip that rose slightly higher. The lava poured from the east side of our home,...Read the rest...

What humans call ‘Good Friday’ Should be named A ‘Bad Friday‘ for Jesus Our brother Who bravely died for our sins. Copyright © March 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems. ...Read the rest...

Villanelle: Remembering Not to Call by Michael R. Burch (a villanelle permitting mourning, for my mother, Christine Ena Burch) The hardest thing of all, after telling her everything, is remembering not to call. Now the phone hanging on the wall will never...Read the rest...

Take my mom to heaven, do it for me, so that one day I will find her there, waiting for me. Take my mom to heaven, some place beyond the sky, to a place where...Read the rest...

From one heart to another, Uncle Carl you will truly be missed ... And May God continue to bless you from beyond the heavens. I love you ... And Auntie Connie, thank you for blessing me with...Read the rest...