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    • Funeral Blues. Author: W.H. Auden.  Please note the audio recording may not exactly match the text version as poems are sometimes tailored/personalised.
    • At The Mid Hour Of Night. Author: Thomas Moore.  Please note the audio recording may not exactly match the text version as poems are sometimes tailored/personalised.
    • Fare Thee Well. Author: Lord Byron.  Please note the audio recording may not exactly match the text version as poems are sometimes tailored/personalised.
    • Heaven's Fishing Hole. Author: Jill Eisnaugle.  Please note the audio recording may not exactly match the text version as poems are sometimes tailored/personalised.
  2. Browse our collection of funeral poems for a partner and find the right words for a eulogy or condolence card.

  3. 2 days ago · 5) “Funeral Blues” by W.H. Auden. “Festival Blues” is a moving piece by W.H. Auden that captures the profound sense of loss experienced after the passing of a loved one. Originally written for a play in 1936, the poem gained a life of its own, striking a chord with readers who found solace in its raw emotional power.

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    Christina Rossetti Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann'd: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget m...

    W. H. Auden 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'. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic...

    Mary Elizabeth Frye Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine ...

    Robert Hayden Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he’d call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the ch...

    Percy Bysshe Shelley Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory— Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the belovèd's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.

    Robert Burns An honest man here lies at rest, The friend of man, the friend of truth, The friend of age, and guide of youth: Few hearts like his, with virtue warm'd, Few heads with knowledge so inform'd; If there's another world, he lives in bliss; If there is none, he made the best of this.

    Tess Gallagher Now we are like that flat cone of sand in the garden of the Silver Pavilion in Kyoto designed to appear only in moonlight. Do you want me to mourn? Do you want me to wear black? Or like moonlight on whitest sand to use your dark, to gleam, to shimmer? I gleam. I mourn.

    Billy Collins In a rush this weekday morning, I tap the horn as I speed past the cemetery where my parents are buried side by side beneath a slab of smooth granite. Then, all day, I think of him rising up to give me that look of knowing disapproval while my mother calmly tells him to lie back down.

    Alfred, Lord Tennyson Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadne...

    John Donne Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of ...

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    • Annabel Lee. Famous Poem. By Edgar Allan Poe. It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know. By the name of Annabel Lee;
    • Broken. By Veronica Mcmickle And Nada Hottinger. Published by Family Friend Poems April 19, 2023 with permission of the Author. Poem About Loss And The Struggle To Move On.
    • Eternal Love. By Terrie Brushette. Published by Family Friend Poems January 2008 with permission of the Author. Poem About Loss Of Friend, Soulmate And Lover.
    • I Love You. By John P. Read. Published by Family Friend Poems August 2021 with permission of the Author. Acrostic Poem For Love Is Eternal. ​I- In this journey of my life.
  4. That's where funeral poems come in. These beautifully written verses offer a way to express the complex emotions of grief, love, and remembrance in a deeply personal and poignant manner. We understand the pain that comes with loss.

  5. Love Lives On. We have assembled the ultimate collection of the most beautiful funeral poems to help you celebrate the life and legacy of a loved one who has passed away. To make it easy to find the sentiment that you are looking for in a funeral poem, we have organized our collection by themes: Inspirational Funeral Poems. Sad Funeral Poems.

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