What are some of the best funeral poems?
This year I had to say goodbye to my amazing Pops (Dad). It was just before my birthday when we were told how ill he truly was. Luckily we had time to say how much we loved him over and over…and for him to tell us back.
(Writing this now is breaking my heart.)
On May 4th 2018 he departed, leaving us in utter disbelief and with our hearts ripped apart.
After that comes telling every one and repeating yourself till you can speak no more. Then comes planning the funeral and what your loved one wanted.
Luckily I had brought up the conversation some time ago so we already knew.
I then sat and wrote his Eulogy.
With my headphones on and classical music flowing, the words just came and came with my tears and my brain trying to remember every single second on his love.
Finding the right poem was a challenge, I didn’t want the same over-repeated words. Dad was worth more than that.
Strangely, for myself I chose something out of Peter Pan…
You know that place between sleep and awake,
that place where you still remember dreaming ?
That’s where I’ll always love you.
That’s where I’ll be waiting.
It’s that slight gap in between sleeping and waking up.
So, below I’ve found some poems that I like, that to me have meaning for what I went through and still am going through. They are not your everyday poems but I hope that they touch your heart like they have touched mine.
If loss is what you are going through now I’m so sorry. Words and music have helped me and I hope they help you too.
Love Katrina May
When I am dead, my dearest
By Christina Rossetti
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
To Those Whom I Love & Those Who Love Me
By Mary Alice Ramish
When I am gone, release me, let me go.
I have so many things to see and do.
You mustn’t tie yourself to me with too many tears,
But be thankful we had so many good years.
I gave you my love, and you can only guess
How much you’ve given me in happiness.
I thank you for the love that you have shown,
But now it is time I travelled on alone.
So grieve for me a while, if grieve you must,
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It is only for a while that we must part,
So treasure the memories within your heart.
I won’t be far away for life goes on.
And if you need me, call and I will come.
Though you can’t see or touch me, I will be near.
And if you listen with your heart, you’ll hear,
All my love around you soft and clear.
And then, when you come this way alone,
I’ll greet you with a smile and a ‘Welcome Home’.
Don’t think as her as gone away
her journey’s just begun…
Life holds so many facets,
this earth is only one.
Just think of her resting
from the sorrows and the tears,
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days or years.
Think how she must be wishing
that we could know today,
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.
And think of her as living
in the hearts of those she touched,
for nothing loved is ever lost
and she was loved so much.
By Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren fields
Frozen with snow.
To my Dear and Loving Husband
By Anne Bradstreet
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov’d by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more whole mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
Inside Our Dreams
By Jeanne Wills
Where do people go to when they die?
Somewhere down below or in the sky?
‘I can’t be sure,’ said Grandad, ‘but it seems
They simply set up home inside our dreams.’
No Night Without A Dawning
By Helen Steiner Rice
There is no night without a dawning
No winter without a spring
And beyond the dark horizon
Our hearts will once more sing…
For those who leave us for a while
Have only gone away
Out of a restless, care worn world
Into a brighter day.
Each night we shed a silent tear,
As we speak to you in prayer.
To let you know we love you,
And just how much we care.
Take our million teardrops,
Wrap them up in love,
Then ask the wind to carry them,
To you in heaven above.
The Clock of Life is Wound But Once
By Robert H Smith
The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop
At late or early hour.
To lose one’s wealth is sad indeed,
To lose one’s health is more,
To lose one’s soul is such a loss
That no man can restore.
The present only is our own,
So live, love, toil with a will
Place no faith in ‘tomorrow’,
For the clock may be still.
By Margaret Mead
To the living, I am gone,
To the sorrowful, I will never return,
To the angry, I was cheated,
But to the happy, I am at peace,
And to the faithful, I have never left.
I cannot speak, but I can listen.
I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore gazing at a beautiful sea,
As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity,
Remember me in your heart:
Your thoughts, and your memories,
Of the times we loved,
The times we cried,
The times we fought,
The times we laughed.
For if you always think of me, I will never have gone.
By Helen Lowrie Marshall
I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.
I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.
I’d like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun;
Of happy memories that I leave when life is done.
By Christina Georgina Rossetti
Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter-sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brim-full of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago.
A Dream Lies Dead
By Dorothy Parker
A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place , and turn away your eyes,
Nor seek to know the look of that which dies
importuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,
But, for a little, let your step be slow.
And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wise
With words of hope and Spring and tenderer skies.
A dream lies dead; and this all mourners know:
Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree-
Though white of bloom as it had been before
And proudly waitful of fecundity-
One little loveliness can be no more;
And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head
Because a dream has joined the wistful dead!
If only we could see the splendour of the land
To which our loved ones are called from you and me
If only we could hear the welcome they receive
From old familiar voices all so dear
We would not grieve.
If only we could know the reason why they went
We’d smile and wipe away the tears that flow
And wait content.
If I Should Go Tomorrow
If I should go tomorrow
It would never be goodbye,
For I have left my heart with you,
So don’t you ever cry.
The love that’s deep within me,
Shall reach you from the stars,
You’ll feel it from heavens,
And it will heal the scars.
By Francis Bourdillon
The night has a thousand eyes.
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes.
And the heart but one:
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
I Felt An Angel
I felt an angel near today, though one I
could not see
I felt an angel oh so close, sent to comfort
I felt an angel’s kiss, soft upon my cheek
And oh, without a single word of caring
did it speak
I felt an angel’s loving touch, soft upon my
And with that touch, I felt the pain and hurt
I felt an angel’s tepid tears, fall softly next
And knew that as those tears did dry a
new day would be mine
I felt an angel’s silken wings enfold me with
And felt a strength within me grow, a
strength sent from above
I felt an angel oh do close, though one I
could not see
I felt an angel near today, sent to comfort