Funeral Poems. Our funeral poems collection is a collection of poetry for a funeral or suitable for helping with grief and bereavement.
Submitted by admin on 2012-05-18 09:46:29
funeral poem
God saw you getting tired
and a cure was not to be
so he put his arms around you
and whispered,
"Come to Me"
Submitted by Visitor on 2012-05-15 17:27:00
The soldier stood and faced his God
Which must always come to pass;
He hoped his shoes were shining bright,
Just as brightly as his brass.
Submitted by Visitor on 2012-03-27 15:51:41
With well worn poppy on his breast
and tarnished medals on his chest
the old mans hand was on his heart
so proud that he had played his part
And he remembered once again
the battlefields,the mud and rain
and knew again the living hell
where all around his comrades fell
Submitted by admin on 2012-01-16 15:56:08
When I am dead, cry for me a little.
Think of me sometimes, but not too much.
It is not good for you to dwell too long.
Think of me now and again as I was in life,
Submitted by admin on 2012-01-16 15:52:01
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Submitted by Dick on 2012-01-16 15:47:20
Grandad, you were just a lad,
So many years ago.
You had your loves and had your dreams,
You watched us come and go.
You watched us make the same mistakes,
That you had made before,
But that just made you hold us tight,
And love us all the more.
Submitted by admin on 2012-01-16 15:45:03
Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.
I have sent up my gladness on wings, to be lost in the blue of the sky.
I have run and leaped with the rain, I have taken the wind to my breast.
My cheek like a drowsy child to the face of the earth I have pressed.
Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.
Submitted by admin on 2012-01-16 15:39:26
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
Other times there were one set of footprints.
Submitted by admin on 2012-01-16 15:33:56
The Lord’s my shepherd, I’ll not want;
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; he leadeth me
The quiet waters by
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-12-05 12:05:57
The Officer's Grave by Henry F Lyte
There is in the lone, lone sea
A spot unmark'd but holy ;
For there the gallant and the free
In his ocean-bed lies lowly.
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