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Love Poems About Funeral or Funeral Love Poems
by arthur vaso |
Categories: autumn, beauty, death, french, funeral, leaving,

Beautiful

Lusting the passions of a secret desire
Unwinding the mystery of my needs
Funerals are for the future
Internment I ask be deferred
Timeless is my youth
Useless is my request
At seeking eternity or at least eternal rest
End of times may seem long away
Beauty we know fades, it will happen some day

So I dream of youthful moments
Isle graveyards were far away

Holy wars and loveless scores
That a soldier must endure
A desire for peace escapes this generation and more
External forces and internal woes
Death dances at my door


Dedicated to Sara Bernhardt, who slept in her coffin amongst all her love letters.


by arthur vaso |
Categories: introspection, philosophy, poetry, sad,

My Guitar

My Guitar weeps
And not so gently
It strings together broken tears
It has seen my feeble attempts at love

My Guitar laughs
As I try to serenade
A song that lovers play
It strings together broken romances

My guitar sleeps
For I am not doing to well
In charming your heart
My guitar is bored

My guitar kills me
And steals my girl
They were meant to be it seems
They joined chords and sang

The funeral was brief
The music was good
Guitar music after all
Now they travel onwards

Musical journeys
With not a thought of me
With no guitar
As the ghost of me weeps

by arthur vaso |
Categories: culture, death, funeral, music, paris,

Death - Remember me Tomorrow

Death – Remember me Tomorrow

Votre amour est tout ce que j'implore
Angels took us from France's shores
To the promised land of lady liberty
Hollywood glitter enticing us lovers with mystery

Living the past in a cinematic telling
Ironic that love was sourly spurned
By Bogart’s charming quilted misgivings
Madeline, later would sadly sing

La Marseillaise, while lovers embrace
Paris after dark, they disappear with no trace
Trains to death and boats to freedom
As Casablanca tells of romantic tales

Je suis vieux, est je suis seul
The beautiful one misses the past and you
All the ships have sailed and gone
It’s the cemetery now where I rest under lawn

by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: angst, brother, confusion, family, father, forgiveness, friendship, funeral, health, hope, life, loss, lost love, love, religion, sad, social, teen, urban, visionary,

blood transfusion


by May Fenn |
Categories: bereavement, death, funeral, loss, obituary, sorrow,

Death is not the End

Death is not the end,
For love goes on
And you will find the evidence
Long after I have gone.
The flowers that we planted
Will blossom without end,
You’ll find me in their beauty
As to their needs you tend.
The books we read together,
The laughter in the pages,
Will continue to give pleasure
To you throughout the ages.
So do not mourn my passing
You are not left alone,
You’ll always find me waiting
In the places we have known.
The bond that grew between us
Will not abate with time,
It will go on for always,
I’m yours and you are mine.

by Arturo Michael |
Categories: beautiful, care, god, inspirational, love, truth, uplifting, wisdom,

Loving hands of God

Beautiful the Hands of a Laborer
       
Lovely the Hands of a Bride
                                         
Sadden the Hands at a Funeral
                                          
Lonely the Hands of Goodbye
                                          

Could you Imagine more Tenderness 

Than Hands of a Child at Prayer

The Gentle Hands of a Mother 

Holding Baby With Love and Care...


by Rick Parise |
Categories: death, funeral, life, lost love,

Goodbye For Now

White veil, misty eyed
in eternity he lay....

standing silent at his side
head bowed 
pain inside
her mind shadows,
retraces each day....

moments, seasons.... reality sets in.... 
a longing breath for yesterday

goodbye she cries 
as she turns away

emotions lost
a new season dawns                       
a tear falls away....

___________________________
Form~Elegy


by Chrishanna Powell |
Categories: death, depression, funeral, loss, lost love, sad,

Death of a Love One

I had a wonderful day, what could have went wrong
Went to sleep feeling like a brand new man
Laying in bed, sleeping so peacefully
Two guys walked in unexpectedly
They said wake up, no hesitation
Ten bullets in my back, no explanation
Was this a dream I’m gonna wake up from
No its not, I’m a completely dead man
Why me?  Answer my question
I had a family and other love ones.
Now I’m gone, but memory lives on
How about you where do you stand?

by Ken Carroll |
Categories: beauty, dark, love,

Black

Dream of love
All the colors
Absence of color
Black and white
Their beauty is absolute
Perfect harmony

What would the stars do
If the nights were not black
Streetlights would be lacking
Diamonds and fireflies
Need the black

A funeral passes by
Black cars and black hearses
Draped in fading flowers
The color of death
I think in black
Death should be
The color of sunset

My lover is black
She says
True love is or it ain't
Thin love is no love at all
To love and be loved
Is everything
It makes your soul
Climb out from its hiding place

Black is not sad
Bright colors depress me
They are empty
Black is poetic
It's how I imagine
The poet
Dressed in black...

by yasser rhimi |
Categories: angst, confusion, fear, funeral, hope, love, nostalgia, romantic, visionary,

Phantasmagoric Moments

For one moment I thought
Moons stars and kingdoms,
Humbly yielded to the spell of your tongue;
For I would never miss such an honour
When my heart still dies in front.

From the gravest yard in my groans,
In those rainy eyes of autumn,
You stole into the fragrance of my desert red bloom;
Despite the venom in my features,
You killed the old beast in my gloom.

For one moment I thought
Flowers, bees, and dew drops
Had never been bleeding forever;
The honey have they made
Fell us in love like a feather.

For one moment I thought
We stumbl’d upon each other.

by arthur vaso |
Categories: anxiety, art, deep, fear, funeral, introspection, philosophy,

Lady in White

All of my life
Seeking passions love
The one who was just right
Alone, it seems

Unappealing or just fright?
In solitude I would walk
The hazy path of lovers forlorn
Burying thoughts as I myself, I scorned

Love was a mist
It was there and it was not
In clouds, I was lost in loves knots
Ropes and chains, fleeing such pains

Love though has found me
She is of stone yet with a caress
An angel overlooking me
As they put me to rest

White satin coffin
Cold winter air
My angel at last
Loving with such care

by Seren Roberts |
Categories: funeral,

Black Gown Quatern


she wore her black gown  with such aplomb
proud and alone followed to the tomb
sad though she was to lose her man
can she cope on her own, yes she can

the grey graveyard ,with an open tomb 
she wore her black  gown with such aplomb
lifting her head all could perceive 
the tears falling as she stood to leave

her eyes misted tears starting to fall
remembering when love conquered all
she wore her black gown with such aplomb
she gave a last look  at the tomb

friends became lovers as time progressed
loyal  to the grave their love confessed
as they gathered and wept around the tomb
she wore her black gown with such aplomb.

penned 28 January 2016


 



by Sarah Sublett |
Categories:

Waiting To Die

If I died would you come to my funeral
Would you stand there looking at me, waiting to exhale
 
Would you miss my smile, my face, and my laughter?
Your chance will be gone in the here after
 
Will you cry to my mother; saying you're sorry
Don't mind me now, I'm heading to glory
 
I don't understand the pain that you feel
Now that I'm gone, I'm starting to heal
 
The pain that I felt on earth when I walked,
Is the pain you will feel until the day you are dropped
 
Dropped in the earth, with dirt all around you
Our love will meet again, at the gates that will bound you

by Mary Nagy |
Categories: angst, death, family, father, life, loss, love, thank you,

The Day Dad Planned His Funeral

They said you needed surgery.
You said 'There's business I must do.'
I drove you to the funeral home.
The arrangements were for you.

I had to wait outside that day.
I couldn't go in there.
I don't know how you made those plans.
You showed how much you cared.

You knew you wouldn't make it.
You feared the end was near.
I hate what your life did to you.
I wish you were still here.

How do you plan your funeral? 
Were you as scared as I? 
What were your thoughts heading to the docs? 
Did you know that you would die? 

If I could turn back time and say
the things I'd like to say, 
I'd say 'I love you' and 'I'll miss you.'
'I wish that you could stay! ' 


by Frederic Parker |
Categories: lost love, memory,

Writing with Weeping Words

Memories of guilt fall and spiral down
To fill love's empty soul with its debris
Tormented from sadness I know profound
I've built a funeral pyre my mind will see
Yesterday's desires I've folded in time
To cast on the flames where memories die
Lovers names burn in colored smoke and climb
Dispersing above in an endless sky
These burnt alms donated from my fool's gold 
Are now gray cold ash born from flames that weep
Collected from tears and love that turned cold
From time's burning fires of flames, I reap

    I've wept from my yesterdays that grew cold
    Now lost in ashes as I have grown old


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by cheryl hoffman |
Categories: growing up,

Phases of Life

As small children we are wide eyed and innocent,
toddle after Mommy like baby elephants,
go to school to learn with our writing implement,
our parents hoping that we don't act indolent,

As teens upon graduation were confident,
some acting wild while others are reticent,
finding our jobs and falling in love relevant,
some marry while others act more dissident,

When we get old hopefully were still intimate,
thinking back on our lives with heartfelt sentiment,
being nice with people till death is imminent,
eulogy at funeral will be evidence.




1-11-17

by Jodie Williams |
Categories: death, funeral, me, me,

Will you carry me

Will you carry me, as I have you, Whether skies are grey or blue. As time goes by and I grow older, I fear my death will have no shoulder, for me to lay and rest my head, before I reach my final bed. A last request, I don't ask much, but please, give me one last touch, just one last token of your love, before I'm sent to God above. Hold me proudly next to your ear, and listen close, perhaps you'll hear, me whisper 'thank you', sincerely. I only ask you'll carry me.
18th August 2011

by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: father, sister, me,

Fatal Critique

When Dad died, I wrote a poem to read, a tribute to the love he bestowed. Tears fell as, at jet speed, I scribed emotions that overflowed. Before the funeral I showed it to you, hoping you would allow me to share. “Amateurish,” you said and I didn’t pursue. For rhyme and meter, you didn’t care. Just three months later I’d compiled a book; a publisher said she was impressed. How I loved that expression, that look you gave me when with it was published.
*For Michael’s “I’m More Than What You Thought” contest by Carolyn Devonshire

by Brenda Victoria Northeast |
Categories: death, faith, funeral, hope, life, loss, peace, people, political, social, war, world,

Hero's

You’re our hero
The poor and impoverished 
Captive starving millions
Cry
Tears of anguish
Tears of dread

The cost of their Hero’s burial
Is too their debt
Their sacrifice 
The living for their leader 

The hungry little ones 
Cry
The world watches on
In fear

My Hero gave it all
His life
A willing sacrifice 
His perfect life
His perfect love
His cost
Our hatred
That we might live

His excruciating death
Has not left us comfortless
And soon to be 
Our resurrection of renewal

We the loyal few weep for what we did
His life for ours
The rest rejoice because you died
The world now looks on 
In fear

©? Brenda V Northeast              29 Dec. 2011

 
 


by Curtis Moorman |
Categories: beauty, flower, love, love hurts, missing you, rose,

What's In A Name

WHAT'S IN A NAME?

A rose by any other name
Is disgraceful to the rose
No other flower has such fame
Among all those seen in shows

Whether at a funeral or a wedding
The rose stands out more
At a birth, or a special setting
The rose is sure to score

I have no doubt about this gem
To bring joy to whom it is given
A single rose on one long stem
Is like a small touch of heaven

What's in a name, you say
It's just another flower
It will die and fade away
Yes, but it's the flower  of  the hour

20 October 2019
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by Tony Bush |
Categories: death, life, love, sympathy, me, me, universe,

The Universe In Me That Cried

At the pain-struck point of passing the 
universe in me that cried of loss 
imploded every star and moon 
until a meteoric cross 
was borne upon my back.

At the dawn of dark despairing the 
universe in me that cried denial 
shook forgotten childhood roots, 
cranked the grief and all the while 
let light succumb to black.

In the echoed eves of emptiness the 
universe in me that cried so numb 
evicted nearly all my faith 
and tapped upon a funeral drum 
that almost beat us both. 

In the latter leap of letting go the 
universe in me that cried her name, 
embraced of all she ever was, 
from pure love salvation came 
and prayed for my re-growth.

by Bernard Chan |
Categories: autumn, color, funeral, imagery, nature, seasons, summer,

Red


from afar, leaves like uncounted catatonic fires  
huddled close
pinned to the chill air

a pointillist’s love affair with a hundred shades of red

the ground is a fresh wound, edgeless 

a breeze worries the boughs 
stokes the hanging flames into quivering  
crimsons 
scarlets 
vermilions 
renegade ambers

a slow burn resumes

accompanied by a susurrus of sighs 
a dirge for a season

and the summer sky, now turned slate,
is cremated

by Khadidja Megaache |
Categories: death, grief, pain, poets, remember, solitude, sorrow,

In The Mortuary

When I lay in the mortuary, 
Don’t cry, smile and appreciate my journey.
Throughout life, at times, I lived wary.
I carried hope, love and even the burdening worry.
When I lay in the mortuary, 
Before I’m buried and forgotten in a cemetery,
About my death don’t ask questions,
Don’t whisper in my stiff, blue ears confessions. 
Few would come to my funeral,
Fewer would weep. 
Few would care,
Fewer would lose sleep. 
When I lay in the mortuary, 
Burn my drafts and books,
My life was dull and ordinary. 

by Marissa Faries |
Categories: death, funeral, heaven, love, religion, religious, spiritual,

Heaven Is Where We Shall Be

Our love is true.
Our lives are through.
Now I am with you.
Now I can hold you.

My love for you
Had always knew
Here is where we'll be anew.

Our love was true.
Our lives are through.	
Now you are with me,
Now you are all I see.

Your love for me
Filled me with glee.
Paradise our home to be.

Our love so true,
Our lives continue on through.
Now I embrace you,
Now I am filled with grace.

His love for you and I
Has given us wings to fly
Through His Kingdom's sky.

Our love is true.
Our lives are through.
Now we thrive in eternal sleep,
Now we're alive, Heaven ours to keep.

by Al Parry |
Categories: anniversary, baby, baptism, beauty, bereavement, best friend, birthday, boyfriend, bridal shower, brother, caregiving, celebration, child, childhood, farewell, feelings, first love, children, for him, kids, freedom, friendship, funeral, girlfriend, giving, goodbye, graduation, grandchild, granddaughter, grandmother, grandparents, grandson, happiness, happy, health, heartbroken, hope, identity, inspiration, jesus,

Hugs

Teenage Girls clad in the latest fashions,
Do it whenever they meet,
Grown men aren't afraid to show some passion,
When their team's comeback is complete,
They can say hello, they can say goodbye,
And anything inbetween,
If you open your arms and crack a smile,
There is nothing that a hug cannot mean.