Goodbye Poems For Friends


​die, but how did ​time has come ​
​Back​green grass​
​, ​Not, how did he ​
​And now the ​As We Look ​

​in the long ​, ​
​He Live?​
​your best​Ella Wheeler Wilcox​
​of my years​, ​Die, but How Did ​

​us you gave ​Says ‘That’s Father.’​
​for the peace ​Information from websites: ​Not, How Did He ​
​For all of ​a son​
​pause​love for you.​

​selection below.​
​mother.​a grown-up daughter or ​
​be but a ​
​Say of our ​choose from the ​

​just as a ​
​When in pride ​Yet death will ​
​our hearts,​and you can ​
​a wife not ​

​was won,​shall have​
​Every beating of ​memorial poems available ​Not just as ​
​earthly glory he ​shall have, a rest I ​
​what to do,​many non religious ​another​
​Then the highest ​A sleep I ​
​Our hearts know ​appropriate. Thankfully there are ​
​one way or ​an offspring love-begot,​
​yours and yours.​hearts are empty​
​may not be ​us all in ​
​Worth bestowing on ​is yours and ​
​and though our ​a religious poem ​
​You fought for ​body, and his thought,​

​I have​on,​
​the case then ​always kind.​who keeps his ​
​the life that ​that still shines ​

​of someone's life. If this is ​heart you were ​
​But the man ​I have for ​
​Is a light ​be a celebration ​And in your ​
​and the serpent, and the beast.​The love that ​
​planted,​religious. They may just ​
​to find,​By the insect ​
​yours​that was then ​or memorials are ​
​would be hard ​species; it is done​
​I have is ​But the love ​

​Not all funerals ​A stronger person ​
​To perpetuate the ​the life that ​then were gone,​

​‘tis the least​have​
​we here and ​heaven with the ​
​strength, you gave us ​of all achievements ​
​all that I ​still long for,​
​sleep well in ​You gave us ​
​Now I think ​I have is ​
​The ones i ​Granddad,​
​to fight​‘Father.’​
​The life that ​For all eternity​
​We love you ​love and how ​
​hear them say​Lord Byron​way,​
​home again.​You taught us ​
​– oh, you ought to ​love is innocent!​
​in some small ​and bring you ​
​from you​And his daughters ​
​A heart whose ​Touches the world ​
​heaven,​legacy we have ​

​with his boys,​below,​
​to be,​right up to ​
​This is the ​chum and comrade ​

​peace with all ​Or ever comes ​
​we would walk ​A wife, a mother, a grandma too,​
​He was always ​

​A mind at ​that ever forms,​
​make a lane,​Legacy of Love​
​in their troubles, and their joys.​spent,​
​But every life ​and memories could ​
​Melissa Shreve​
​To his children ​days in goodness ​
​fall to soon,​build a stairway,​

​called you home.​of God.​
​But tell of ​
​If the petals ​If tears could ​
​The day God ​the tender sympathy ​

​glow,​to wonder,​
​But he showed ​
​win, the tints that ​Or even pause ​

​to leave you ​us went with ​
​pole in play.​The smiles that ​
​doesn't bloom,​as we turn ​
​For part of ​as a turning ​
​So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,​If a snowdrop ​
​But you didn’t go alone.​Well, he used it ​
​cheek, and o’er that brow,​never notice,​

​No-one knows the ​
​–​And on that ​
​The world may ​

​with care,​hearts to lose ​
​or scolded; and the rod ​dwelling-place.​Little Snowdrops​
​Our flowers placed ​It broke our ​He never preached ​
​How pure, how dear their ​To live.​
​you travel,​And said, “Peace be thine”.​
​This father.​sweet express,​continues​
​To the grave ​
​your weary eyelids​–​

​Where thoughts serenely ​

​Is immortal and ​
​have died.​So he closed ​
​riches without price ​o’er her face;​created by love​
​you never would ​climb.​them heirs to ​

​Or softly lightens ​
​But the energy ​have saved you,​
​were hard to ​So he made ​every raven tress,​
​give,​If love could ​
​And the hills ​in heart, and body, and in mind.​Which waves in ​

​can cease to ​
​we cried,​rough​
​He was clean ​the nameless grace​And the body ​
​A million times ​road was getting ​

​Had half impaired ​love can fade,​

​we missed you,​He saw the ​He was honest, and unpurchable and ​less,​The feeling of ​A million times ​earth again.​undiluted health.​

​more, one ray the ​can't die​took you home.​Get well on ​And opulence of ​One shade the ​Because pure energy ​the day god ​

​you would never​with a vice,​gaudy day denies.​kill love​with you,​He knew that ​them blood untainted ​Which heaven to ​You can never ​of us went ​were in pain​But he gave ​that tender light​hard you try,​for a part ​

​He knew you ​wealth,​Thus mellowed to ​No matter how ​went alone,​you were suffering​neither eminence nor ​eyes;​energy and​but you never ​He knew that ​He gave them ​aspect and her ​

​Love is pure ​
​the best.​
​Of saying ‘Father.’​Meet in her ​
​Love is Immortal​hearts to lose ​
​He always takes ​his children had​
​dark and bright​Christina Rosetti​
​It broke our ​

Short Funeral Poems

​be beautiful,​it, by the way ​And all that’s best of ​forget.​Our Granddad​God’s garden must ​And you knew ​and starry skies;​And haply may ​what he sees.​to rest.​and making good;​Of cloudless climes ​remember,​

​He will like ​And lifted you ​

​well his part ​beauty, like the night​
​Haply I may ​So let’s make sure​
​arms around you​He was doing ​She walks in ​
​rise nor set,​all of us,​
​He put his ​As a hero, yet somehow understood​
​Beauty​That doth not ​
​an eye on ​tired face​
​of anywhere,​She Walks in ​
​the twilight​He’s still keeping ​
​And saw your ​was never heard ​
​My Mother.​And dreaming through ​But take heed, because​
​earth​Though the man ​
​share,​if in pain;​
​be.​down upon the ​
​called him ‘Dad.’​from thee did ​
​Sing on as ​it will always ​

​He then looked ​In their voices, even when they ​
​The blessings I ​hear the nightingale​
​And that’s the way ​empty place​little prayer​

​and tender care,​

​I shall not ​wonderful grandfather,​And found an ​
​be a loving ​Return with love ​fear the rain;​
​We had a ​his garden​There seemed to ​
​Oh, may I truly, every year,​I shall not ​

​you see.​

​God looked around ​‘Father.'​My Mother.​
​see the shadows,​cheeks fair roses ​His Garden​
​his name –​in my view,​I shall not ​
​And in his ​God Looked Around ​way they said ​
​And virtue's path kept ​wilt, forget.​
​shining stars,​what she sees.​

​have heard the ​

​true,​And if thou ​as bright as ​

​She will like ​Oh you should ​lessons bright and ​
​wilt remember​His eyes were ​So let’s make sure​
​of God;​Still taught me ​
​And if thou ​was solid gold;​all of us,​
​just little short ​grew,​
​dewdrops wet​
​And his heart ​an eye on ​
​They thought him ​Who daily, as I older ​

​With showers and ​

​made of sunshine,​She’s still keeping ​which he trod.​
​My Mother.​grass above me​
​His smile was ​But take heed, because​very ground on ​
​rare,​Be the green ​
​really grew old;​be.​Who loved the ​
​fruits and flowers ​tree​
​One who never ​it will always ​

​And plucked me ​

​Nor shady cypress ​wonderful grandfather,​And that’s the way ​

​of girls and ​the air,​
​head​We had a ​
​wonderful grandmother,​a healthy brood ​forth to take ​
​roses at my ​Wonderful Grandfather​We had a ​
​But he had ​And bore me ​
​Plant thou no ​We Had a ​
​you see.​seeking after fame;​

​with fondest care,​

​songs for me​Thank you Grandfather, we love you.​cheeks fair roses ​

​where men are ​Who nourished me ​
​Sing no sad ​legacy.​And in her ​
​In the world ​My Mother.​
​dead my dearest​We are his ​stars​
​a fortune, or a noise​pray,​
​When I am ​Grandfather’s garden,​
​bright as shining ​He never made ​
​did watch and ​go.​We are our ​
​Her eyes were ​
​Father​Who o'er my form ​Miss me, but let me ​
​a lifetime long.​was solid gold​

​the same,​

​lay,​used to do​

​last​And her heart ​
​is broken, and nothing seems ​helpless long did ​the things we ​
​pathway that will ​made of sunshine​
​Our family chain ​I weak and ​Laugh at all ​
​Markers for our ​Her smile was ​
​at our side​In infancy's unconscious day,​
​we know.​right from wrong;​

​really grew old​

​cannot see you, you are always ​My Mother​Go the friends ​

​Always taught us ​One who never ​And though we ​
​Robert Service​at heart​
​example,​wonderful grandmother​
​still our guide,​in your eyes.​lonely and sick ​
​His constant good ​We had a ​peaceful memories, your love is ​
​You, with God's own glory ​When you are ​tough.​
​A Wonderful Grandmother​You left us ​
​your heart,​home.​
​up strong and ​Anita Guindon​
​called you home​You, with Heaven's peace within ​
​the road to ​We would stand ​for children, like my Father.​
​you, the day God ​never dies:​A step on ​
​knew​all, is my love ​
​us went with ​the love that ​


​much because he ​But most of ​For part of ​
​Yours shall be ​of the master ​But not too ​
​father.​go alone.​played your part;​
​It’s all part ​enough;​with people, just like my ​
​you, you did not ​that you have ​
​go alone.​He protected us ​I love being ​hearts to lose ​

​You will know ​And each must ​

​It broke our ​dull the smart.​all must take​
​winds and rain ​I love walking, just like my ​do the same​
​the tear and ​

​a journey we ​And then the ​
​like my Father,​loved you dearly; in death we ​
​Time will dry ​For this is ​
​self-esteem.​French accent just ​

​In life we ​evening skies,​
​go.​the seeds of ​
​I have a ​name,​Sitting ‘neath the quiet ​
​Miss me, but let me ​Fostering and nurturing ​

​me.​to call your ​

Happy Funeral Poems

​your heart;​shared​to dream:​my Father in ​God was going ​a peace within ​that once we ​And encouraged us ​I do see ​that morning that ​There will come ​Remember the love ​to the sunshine,​relate to as ​We little knew ​your eyes,​low​He turned us ​Which I can ​The Broken Chain​

​a glory in ​your head bowed ​

​lives their start.​song​Georgia Harkness​
​There will come ​And not with ​That gave our ​

​title of a ​This giant pine, magnificent and old.​your eyes.​long​
​the good things,​me is the ​–​an anguish in ​little, but not for ​

​He planted all ​Seein’ my Father in ​bonds can hold ​
​There will be ​Miss me a ​the heart;​my Father.​

​lives. Such life no ​your heart,​free?​A garden of ​
​This man, that I call ​And so it ​a moaning in ​a soul set ​

​a garden.​life, to save others,​fast”.​There will be ​
​Why cry for ​Our Grandfather kept ​He risked his ​me. Its work stands ​

​and lonely sacrifice;​gloom filled room​Garden​War.​
​It left it’s mark on ​Tears that scald ​rites in a ​Grandfather Kept a ​

​the Second World ​

​life was good,​

​smart,​I want no ​Ellen Brenneman​And served in ​
​“To know this ​the heart-ache and the ​me​loved so much.​
​Canadian Medical Corps.​– and said,​Yours will be ​has set for ​
​and he was ​He joined the ​passed paid tribute ​their quivering good-byes.​
​And the sun ​is ever lost​an answer.​But men who ​
​You will hear ​of the road​for nothing loved ​so that someday, there will be ​

​loneliness and void.​

​depart,​to the end ​

​touched…​about cancer​dauntless stood was ​your dearest ones ​
​When I come ​of those he ​
​he knew all ​Where it had ​You will see ​
​Christina Rosetti​in the hearts ​He wrote what ​
​day.​your eyes;​be sad.​
​him as living​forgot.​It fell one ​
​an anguish in ​should remember and ​And think of ​
​learned he never ​life’s alarms”.​There will be ​

​Than that you ​

​away.​But what he ​

​say, “Fear naught from ​your heart​and smile​can really pass ​
​not,​As if to ​a moaning in ​
​you should forget ​our sadness​Education he had ​a landmark stood, erect and unafraid,​
​There will be ​
​Better by far ​how nothing but ​matter.​

​Its towering arms ​your eyes.​once I had,​know today​
​it did not ​to passers by.​a rapture in ​the thoughts that ​
​that we could ​And to him ​shade gave cheer ​There will be ​
​A vestige of ​must be wishing​men​and the cooling ​
​your heart,​leave​Think how he ​on his fellow ​

​beneath was gentle,​a singing in ​darkness and corruption ​years.​
​He played jokes ​The velvet ground ​There will be ​For if the ​
​no days and ​and laughter,​their young.​
​Paradise,​And afterwards remember, do not grieve:​where there are ​

​full of fun ​

​birds safely reared ​

​that wakes in ​for a while​
​comfort​jolly little man ​Within its fold ​
​As of one ​should forget me ​of warmth and ​
​He was a ​Shed beauty, grace and power.​dreams you start,​
​Yet if you ​in a place ​My Father​

​all around​You will sleep, and when from ​then or pray.​and the tears​
​meant to us.​the sky and ​
​wise.​late to counsel ​from the sorrows ​
​How much you ​Stood staunch against ​so wonderful and ​It will be ​
​him as resting​

​all along,​A giant pine, magnificent and old​You will be ​Only remember me; you understand​
​Just think of ​hoping you knew ​To My Father​apart,​
​that you planned:​only one.​And we are ​
​that extra special.​a woman set ​of our future ​this earth is ​
​now.​at the funeral ​You will be ​You tell me ​many facets​

​We’re thanking you ​make the readings ​
​your eyes;​by day​
​life holds so ​

​you did,​

Famous Funeral Poems

​poems can help ​a rapture in ​no more day ​his journey’s just begun,​all the things ​terribly difficult time. We hope these ​There will be ​Remember me when ​away​

​Gratitude enough for ​

​dad is a ​your heart,​yet turning stay.​
​him as gone ​our​loss of a ​
​a singing in ​turn to go ​Don’t think of ​
​forgotten to show ​your mother the ​There will be ​

​Nor I half ​His Journey’s Just Begun​
​If we have ​Just like losing ​The Mother​
​hand,​Laura White​we shared?​Irish Funeral Prayer​
​most appropriate.​me by the ​thinking of me!​

​Like laughter, smiles and times ​all our love.​you feel is ​
​no more hold ​They’re all there ​simple things​
​And give her ​
​in the way ​When you can ​those gates you’ll be thinking​

​And for the ​we miss her,​mark her passing ​
​land;​As you enter ​best?​
​Tell her how ​will help to ​into the silent ​
​see​have the very ​mother up above;​

​of poems here ​

​Gone far away ​our favourites you ​

​To let us ​To our dear ​
​become very important. Hopefully the choice ​away,​We all have ​
​you made.​Sweet Jesus, take this message,​her funeral can ​I am gone ​
​of Nanny​For the sacrifices ​all.​to read at ​
​Remember me when ​Such wonderful memories ​you​
​for one and ​poem or verse ​Remember​
​to show​we ever thanked ​And a smile ​incredibly difficult. Finding the right ​
​he passed away?​Our sadness we’ll try not ​We wonder if ​
​sunshine,​a mother is ​

​were sorry when ​you’re leaving​
​Courage and integrity?​so full of ​
​The loss of ​But how many ​a kiss as ​
​hard work, good judgment,​Of a face ​Carol Ann Duffy​
​the newspaper say,​So blow us ​The value of ​
​recall,​of cold.​the sketch in ​
​hello​example,​Sweet memories we ​
​to her brow, knew the meaning ​Not what did ​
​to bid you ​us by your ​

​upon her picture,​where my lips, returning her kiss ​
​tear?​Full of family ​Or for teaching ​
​As we look ​my mother lay, neither young, nor old,​a smile, to banish a ​
​that are shining​defeats?​in return.​
​of Rest where ​To bring back ​Bright golden gates ​
​And accept our ​She asks nothing ​in the Chapel ​
​good cheer,​go​problems​
​loving kindness,​opened the door​ready, with words of ​
​said you can ​To understand our ​

​For all her ​

​February night I ​

​Was he ever ​The angels have ​successes​
​will return,​cold as the ​
​in need?​
​there waiting​To celebrate our ​
​To mother you ​But nothing so ​befriended those really ​
​too long and ​support us …..​
​forsake you,​both cold cheeks, my cold nose.​But had he ​
​We kept you ​To help and ​
​When other friends ​her daughter’s face, a kiss for ​
​his creed?​know​
​by our sides​same to you.​into a bowl, stopping to cup​
​his church, nor what was ​all used to ​
​times you were ​Will be the ​
​then dipping potatoes ​Nor what was ​

​The Nanny we ​

​For all the ​world,​peeling​
​birth.​of Nanny​us?​

​in all the ​were cold from ​as a man, regardless of his ​
​Such wonderful memories ​have done for ​No other friend ​
​from the cold. And her hands ​Of a man ​Nanny​
​For all you ​true;​

​me in​the worth​
​our hearts we’ll eternally keep.​enough​
​Patient kind and ​boots; my mother’s voice calling ​
​units to measure ​Your love in ​to thank you ​

​have one mother​in my winter ​These are the ​
​sleep,​Did we remember ​You can only ​

​snowman, my toes, burning, cold​

​he give?​peace, you’ve earned your ​wondering …..​by Leo Marks​
​to build a ​gain, but what did ​So go in ​
​We find ourselves ​yours​in my arms ​
​Not, what did he ​rest.​back over time​and yours and ​
​blind with ice, my breath undressing ​he live?​for you to ​

​As we look ​Will be yours ​I lifted up​
​the house,​and when I ​Cold​
​of me as ​in circled flight.​When you awaken ​
​I am the ​thousand winds that ​to keep.​
​And death shall ​as well,​
​to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,​best men with ​

​sleepe, which but thy ​so,​Holy Sonnet X​sun till the ​
​as nails,​Lift its head ​loud on the ​
​have no dominion.​Split all ends ​hands shall snap ​


Funeral Poems for Mom

​They lying long ​have no dominion.​again;​mad they shall ​bones gone,​and the west ​Dead man naked ​W H Auden​ocean and sweep ​one,​I thought that ​West,​Let the traffic ​

​‘He is Dead'.​

​come.​Silence the pianos ​clocks, cut off the ​
​funerals or when ​most famous poems ​Just around the ​
​mind because I ​same as it ​it.​
​household word that ​the little jokes ​Wear no forced ​

​in the easy ​still.​
​I am I ​Death is nothing ​‘May I now ​
​rest – of Grief there ​Self was suppressed ​Then helped to ​
​Endeavour's song.​she mingled with ​her go away ​

​‘I'm going forth, ‘ she cried, ‘to roam. You, Grief, can stay behind.'​relief, ‘Good-bye, my little sorrow.'​live with grief ​
​you.​Complete these dear ​and trembling hand ​
​silent dust.​while,​Turn Again To ​
​Of happy memories ​sunny days.​

​whispering softly down ​leave an afterglow ​I’d like the ​
​do what she ​You can cry ​
​gone​tomorrow because of ​your back on ​
​Or you can ​that she has ​pray that she ​

​Or you can ​She Is Gone ​try some of ​
​upbeat and happy ​life of their ​Sometimes a funeral ​
​to us​stopped beating​
​And though we ​And whispered “Come to me.”​was not to ​

​God Saw You ​meet again​your face,​
​May the wind ​die.​at my grave ​
​in circled flight.​When you awaken ​
​I am the ​thousand winds that ​

​I am not ​

​At My Grave ​

​a special bridge​
​years and warm ​feel were with ​Our Memories Build ​
​then I swear ​Yes, you’ve just walked ​so much​
​of their hand.​

​understand​Helen Steiner Rice​
​away​….​a spring​
​Ruth Burgess​We let you ​We let you ​
​We let you ​

​Sunday voice,​rest of you​If I Should ​
​We will grieve ​bring back the ​
​once so bright​

​And cannot be ​
​upon the silent ​Edna St.Vincent Millay​
​It will not ​were certain of​There might not ​
​God made us ​

​awful void​You’re upset and ​

​on​a loved one​
​few but powerful ​the point. As well as ​
​then you may ​Funeral Poems for ​
​Mom​best way.​to make a ​
​of poems to ​one of the ​
​own but unless ​what you're feeling and ​

​conveys how you ​Finding the perfect ​poems? Do you need ​
​Until we meet ​mind and in ​
​reminds me everyday​stay​
​Goodbye dear friend​you in my ​
​Goodbye Dear Friend​of my own ​
​Who plays such ​half of my ​

​the way​Will make me ​
​But the show ​
​a bitter pill​Held together by ​Friendship is never ​
​7) Friendships never end​another​think​
​Our memories will ​Bring me an ​of pictures​
​Come back here ​like fools​

​the bus to ​

​When I go ​of you​I will think ​friend….​
​you from the ​Reached its ultimate ​Is like walking ​
​knife repeatedly​a friend​Tag me in ​Relax and take ​
​important roles​Heal me when ​
​friend who can​friend with whom​friend with whom​
​come, we knew​Farewell, my friends, adieu​Pursue our life ​
​Remain as students ​But I wish ​
​The future is ​to say farewell​
​of snow which ​room, the windows​sit on it, looking back at ​


​each new dawn.​Do not think ​
​of quiet birds ​gentle autumn rain.​
​the snow.​I am a ​this one thought ​
​past, wee wake eternally,​make us sleepe ​
​Thou art slave ​And soonest our ​
​From rest and ​Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not ​
​Dylan Thomas​Break in the ​
​mad and dead ​flower no more​
​Or waves break ​And death shall ​
​through;​Faith in their ​
​when sinews give ​of the sea​And death shall ​
​they shall rise ​Though they go ​and the clean ​
​in the wind ​
​have no dominion.​to any good.​
​Pour away the ​not wanted now; put out every ​
​My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;​North, my South, my East and ​

​public doves,​

Funeral Poems for Dad

​sky the message ​coffin, let the mourners ​a juicy bone,​Stop all the ​great readings at ​Some of the ​for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,​be out of ​It is the ​

​of shadow on ​

​be ever the ​
​always laughed at ​in your tone,​Speak to me ​
​to each other, that we are ​
​next room​All Is Well​said,​
​at night to ​Throughout the day ​
​how she fared:​sighs she heard ​and brightened eyes ​
​Grief wanly watched ​down every blind.​
​out for some ​Said she, ‘I will not ​may therein comfort ​
​thine.​Nerving thy heart ​
​vigil by the ​you here a ​Helen Lowrie Marshall​
​the sun;​and bright and ​leave an echo ​
​I’d like to ​Afterglow​
​Or you can ​live on​that she is ​
​be happy for ​You can turn ​you can’t see her​and see all ​
​your eyes and ​

​is gone​

​good times.​

​funerals. If so then ​loss. In this case ​to celebrate the ​Coelho​hearts to prove ​
​Your golden heart ​slipped away​you​
​And a cure ​hand.​And until we ​shine warm upon ​
​meet you,​I did not ​Do not stand ​Of quiet birds ​
​gentle autumn’s rain.​snow.​I am a ​
​and weep​Do Not Stand ​Our memories build ​
​They span the ​To help us ​Joyce Grenfell​

​But now and ​

​feel your touch.​But I’m missing you ​
​And let go ​And I’ve got to ​day​
​Have only gone ​once more sing ​No winter without ​Go safely, go dancing, go running home​
​the star maker​and the planets​sunshine​
​So sing as ​Weep if you ​Nor, when I’m gone, speak in a ​
​die before the ​William Wordsworth, Intimations of Immortality​the flower;​Though nothing can ​
​radiance which was ​

​not be​A consciousness remains ​light!​
​at both ends;​The only thing ​
​for our hand​to understand​There’s such an ​
​we cant carry ​When we lose ​your feelings in ​
​simple and to ​reading or eulogy ​Grandma​
​Funeral Poems for ​

​member in the ​will help you ​a great choice ​
​easier to use ​try writing your ​that say exactly ​
​the heart and ​the service?​
​of beautiful funeral ​Goodbye dear friend​
​But in my ​we have will ​
​our friendship will ​have shared together​Promise to keep ​really be apart​
​To a piece ​

​a person​To the other ​Have fun on ​
​absence​my will​Is like swallowing ​
​Somehow, they are always​this​every way​
​Will play after ​Whenever I will ​
​Just like always, right here​worries​Send me tons ​
​cherish​When we laughed ​When I take ​

​I will think ​out to play​To my dear ​
​I will miss ​has​
​leave​And twisting the ​
​3) Saying goodbye to ​about​in my soul​
​Who plays these ​friend who can​
​I need a ​I need a ​I need a ​
​This day would ​with pain​with confident yearning​
​on learning​

​and memoirs​

​foretell​Yet we have ​

​Cold, too, embracing the torso ​woke in my ​
​till I could ​wept in my ​
​you still in ​shine at night.​swift, uplifting rush​
​I am the ​diamond glints on ​sleep.​
​I give you ​One short sleepe ​And poppie, or charmes can ​
​bones, and soules deliverie.​flow,​
​thou kill me.​callèd thee​
​have no dominion.​daisies;​
​Though they be ​flower may a ​
​their ears​have no dominion.​evils run them ​
​not break;​Twisting on racks ​
​Under the windings ​
​not;​through the sea ​and foot;​
​are picked clean ​With the man ​
​And death shall ​can ever come ​the sun,​
​The stars are ​rest,​
​He was my ​necks of the ​
​Scribbling on the ​Bring out the ​from barking with ​
​Funeral Blues​and bereavement. They make for ​Henry Scott Holland​
​I am waiting ​Why should I ​
​meant.​spoken without effect, without the trace ​Let my name ​
​Laugh as we ​Put no difference ​


​Whatever we were ​slipped into the ​Wilhelmina Stitch​forth and sweetly ​
​When she returned ​the burden shared.​and asked her ​
​Grief's moans and ​With quickened step ​to-night.'​
​home and pulled ​My heart cries ​
​In​And I perchance ​other hearts than ​
​life and smile,​Who keep long ​die and leave ​
​done.​who grieve, to dry before ​
​and laughing times ​I’d like to ​
​happy one.​David Harkins​turn your back​
​and let it ​her and only ​
​Or you can ​you shared​
​be empty because ​open your eyes ​You can close ​tears that she ​
​the positives and ​best poems for ​dwelling on the ​and joy. Often families want ​Frances and Kathleen ​
​God broke our ​stay.​As you slowly ​
​His arms around ​getting tired​
​palm of his ​fields​May the sun ​
​rise up to ​there.​shine at night.​

​swift uplifting rush​

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​diamond glints on ​sleep.​
​at my grave ​Emily Mathews​
​bind​grieving heart​
​have to part​into mine.​

​Don’t worry I’ll be fine​And once more ​I can​
​love​Me​Into a brighter ​
​a while​Our hearts will ​
​Dawning​to be happy​the hands of ​

​of the stars ​
​of wind and ​on.​I have known.​
​a stone​
​If I should ​remains behind.​

​the grass, of glory in ​sight,​

​What though the ​thoughts that shall ​
​has passed,​gives a lovely ​
​My candle burns ​or when​Hell reach down ​
​And we have ​seems is shattered​

​Everything is different ​We think that ​
​a Loved One​brief and express ​
​poem; something that is ​If you're giving a ​
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​But the friendship ​I promise forever ​the memories we ​
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​give a send-off​

​bid farewell to ​wave goodbye​Travel safely​
​Even though your ​
​Which is against ​you​separate​
​Stop thinking about ​In each and ​

​One happy scene​


​waiting eagerly​
​Forget all your ​only wish​I will forever ​
​that day​of you​I will remember ​
​and day​When I go ​living bit​
​your exit​Knowing that life ​Letting a friend ​
​heart​time traveling​are up and ​
​An empty spot ​one​I need a ​strife​
​my life​For now, my friends, adieu​Farewell, my friends, adieu​I utter it ​
​Face the unknown ​We shall keep ​Keep our laughs ​
​That I can ​say good-bye​air.​cold when I ​
​in the snow, it grew​cold, the snowball which ​I am with ​
​soft stars that ​I am the ​


​I am the ​you still. I do not ​
​John Donne​thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;​poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,​
​Rest of their ​Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must ​Die not, poore death, nor yet canst ​
​proud, though some have ​And death shall ​characters hammer through ​
​of the rain;​Where blew a ​
​gulls cry at ​And death shall ​And the unicorn ​
​wheel, yet they shall ​windily;​have no dominion.​
​lost love shall ​Though they sink ​
​stars at elbow ​When their bones ​
​one​Have No Dominion​For nothing now ​
​moon and dismantle ​forever: I was wrong.​
​and my Sunday ​cotton gloves.​

​round the white ​

Funeral Poems for Grandad

​moaning overhead​

​drum​Prevent the dog ​loved one.​
​regards to loss ​
​All is well.​sight?​
​continuity.​that it ever ​

​Let it be ​Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.​
​or sorrow​always used​
​my old familiar ​you​I have only ​
​instead?'​But Joy stepped ​its place.​

​load and in ​sister, crossed the road ​
​Instead of pale ​and light;​
​the livelong day, expect me back ​windows of her ​
​morrow.​Then Joy Stepped ​

​mine​Something to comfort ​
​turn again to ​others sore undone,​If I should ​
​when life is ​tears of those ​
​Of happy times ​life is done.​

​to be a ​

​on.​mind, be empty and ​

​cherish her memory ​You can remember ​
​yesterday​the love that ​
​Your heart can ​Or you can ​
​has lived​You can shed ​
​poems and remember ​be the best ​
​times and not ​place of happiness ​
​the best​put to rest​We couldn't make you ​
​we watched you​So he put ​God saw you ​
​you in the ​fall soft upon ​
​your back,​May the roads ​I am not ​
​soft stars that ​I am the ​grain.​
​I am the ​I do not ​
​Do not stand ​peace of mind​
​Preserving ties that ​And soothe a ​When loved ones ​
​Your hand slip ​
​me​only see you​
​cope the best ​the ones you ​
​on Ahead of ​

​restless, care worn world​leave us for ​

​dark horizon​Night Without a ​
​We love you, we miss you, we want you ​Into the wind’s breath and ​
​Into the dance ​Into the freedom ​
​But life goes ​usual selves that ​
​flower nor inscribe ​Rest of you​Strength in what ​
​Of splendour in ​taken from my ​William Wordsworth, from The Excursion​
​Images and precious ​stream that overflows ​
​But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends It ​them once again.​We won’t know where ​
​be a reason​Your world it ​heart​
​falls apart​
​When We Lose ​you to read. These poems are ​

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​heartfelt memorial poem ​Are you looking ​
​Forever you will ​I may be ​
​and meet somebody​in separate ways​
​And cherish all ​Until we meet ​

​From you, my dearest friend​How can I ​
​How can I ​How can I ​
​Your closest buddies​Life must continue​
​saying something​Saying goodbye to ​Just because friends ​

​or distance​the time​
​great deal​Like a film ​
​I will be ​ever day​That is my ​
​these​I will remember ​

​I will think ​out for coffee​
​Every single night ​of you​Of my every ​

Non Religious Funeral Poems

​When you make ​glass​it apart​yourself in the ​Have a great ​But once you ​going to leave​In my life, you are the ​a few chores​out all my ​every bit of ​shall pursue​in rain​Farewell, my friends, adieu​

​mentors​burden​Tomorrow is uncertain​

​meet again​I hate to ​itself on the ​
​where it was ​rolled it along ​It felt so ​
​gone.​I am the ​in the morning’s hush,​
​sunlight on ripened ​blow.​I am with ​
​be no more; death, thou shalt die.​And better than ​And dost with ​
​thee doe goe,​pictures bee,​For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,​
​Death be not ​sun breaks down,​Heads of the ​
​to the blows ​seashores;​No more may ​
​up they shan’t crack;​in two,​Strapped to a ​
​shall not die ​And death shall ​Though lovers be ​

​be sane,​

​They shall have ​moon;​they shall be ​
​And Death Shall ​up the wood;​Pack up the ​
​love would last ​My working week ​policemen wear black ​Put crepe bows ​
​Let aeroplanes circle ​and with muffled ​telephone,​
​remembering a lost ​have been in ​corner.​
​am out of ​ever was, there is unbroken ​Life means all ​
​it always was,​
​we enjoyed together.​air of solemnity ​way which you ​
​Call me by ​and you are ​at all,​
​be your friend ​
​was no trace!​whilst Service took ​lift her heavy ​
​She saw a ​the throng.​into the warmth ​
​‘And I'll be gone ​She closed the ​from morrow unto ​
​Mary Lee Hall​unfinished tasks of ​to do​

​For my sake ​

​Be not like ​Life​that I leave ​
​I’d like the ​the ways,​of smiles when ​
​memory of me ​would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go ​and close your ​
​Or you can ​yesterday​tomorrow and live ​
​be full of ​left​will come back​
​smile because she ​(He Is Gone)​these happy memorial ​
​readings can often ​departed loved one. Remembering the good ​can be a ​
​He only takes ​Your tired hands ​
​loved you dearly​With tearful eyes ​be​
​Getting Tired​May God hold ​
​May the rains ​be always at ​Mary Frye​
​and cry;​I am the ​in the morning’s hush,​
​sunlight on ripened ​blow.​there.​
​and Weep​And bring us ​
​our lives​them still​a Special Bridge​
​I feel​on ahead of ​
​If I could ​I try and ​
​You must release ​You’ve Just Walked ​
​Out of a ​For those who ​And beyond the ​
​There is No ​go​
​Joyce Grenfell​Parting is hell.​
​But be the ​Break not a ​
​Die Before the ​not, rather find​
​hour​Be now forever ​
​destroyed.​shore of memory;​
​And when the ​last the night;​
​Is well meet ​be a warning​
​and at any ​There’s got to ​
​you’re annoyed​With this broken ​
​Our world just ​words.​
​being easy for ​find that you ​


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​We may travel ​heart forever​
​Goodbye dear friend​heart​
​an important role​


​But most importantly​miss you​
​must go on​It is like ​
​Due to time ​As I reminisce ​
​Of you a ​play​
​amazing souvenir​And cool selfies ​
​soon​Little things like ​school​
​to the movies​
​When I go ​of you​
​I will think ​innards​
​impasse​over bits of ​To almost tear ​
​Is like stabbing ​a few tweets​some rest​
​Your absence is ​I am sore​
​Help me with ​I can sort ​
​I can share ​Our dreams we ​
​In sunshine or ​endeavors​

​and become as ​
​you have no ​​unpredictable​​For we shall ​