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Short Funeral Poems Happy Funeral Poems Famous Funeral Poems Funeral Poems for Mom Funeral Poems for Dad Funeral Poems for Grandma Funeral Poems for Granddad Not-Religious Funeral Poems

Short Funeral Poems

If you lot're giving a reading or eulogy and then you may discover that you need a short poem; something that is elementary and to the point. As well every bit being easy for you lot to read. These poems are brief and limited your feelings in few just powerful words.

When We Lose a Loved One

When we lose a loved one
Our world just falls apart
We recall that nosotros deceit carry on
With this cleaved heart
Everything is different at present
You're upset and you're annoyed
Your world it seems is shattered
There's such an awful void
There's got to be a reason
And we accept to understand
God fabricated us and at whatsoever fourth dimension
Hell accomplish down for our hand
There might not be a warning
Nosotros won't know where or when
The simply thing were sure of
Is well meet them in one case again.

Bearding

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My candle burns at both ends;
It volition not concluding the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends It gives a lovely light!

Edna St.Vincent Millay

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And when the stream that overflows has passed,
A consciousness remains upon the silent shore of retention;
Images and precious thoughts that shall non exist
And cannot exist destroyed.

William Wordsworth, from The Excursion

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What though the radiance which was in one case and so bright
Be at present forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring dorsum the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.

William Wordsworth, Intimations of Immortality

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If I Should Die Earlier the Rest of you

If I should die before the remainder of you
Break not a blossom nor inscribe a stone
Nor, when I'thousand gone, speak in a Lord's day voice,
Only be the usual selves that I accept known.
Weep if you must
Parting is hell.
Simply life goes on.
So sing too.

Joyce Grenfell

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Into the liberty of wind and sunshine
Nosotros allow you go
Into the dance of the stars and the planets
We let you go
Into the wind's breath and the hands of the star maker
We let you get
We love you, we miss y'all, we want you to be happy
Go safely, go dancing, go running habitation

Ruth Burgess

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At that place is No Night Without a Dawning

No winter without a spring
And beyond the night horizon
Our hearts volition once more sing ….
For those who leave usa for a while
Have only gone away
Out of a restless, care worn world
Into a brighter day

Helen Steiner Rice

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You've Merely Walked on Alee of Me

And I've got to empathize
You lot must release the ones you dear
And let go of their hand.
I try and cope the best I can
But I'grand missing you lot so much
If I could only see you lot
And again feel your affect.
Yes, you've just walked on ahead of me
Don't worry I'll be fine
Only now and then I swear I feel
Your paw slip into mine.

Joyce Grenfell

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Our Memories Build a Special Bridge

When loved ones have to role
To assistance us experience were with them still
And soothe a grieving heart
They span the years and warm our lives
Preserving ties that bind
Our memories build a special span
And bring us peace of heed

Emily Mathews

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Do Non Stand At My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not at that place.
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's rain.
When yous awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting blitz
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am non at that place.
I did non die.

Mary Frye

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May the roads ascent upward to run across you,
May the wind exist always at your dorsum,
May the sun polish warm upon your face,
May the rains fall soft upon fields
And until nosotros run into again
May God concord you in the palm of his hand.

Anonymous

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God Saw Y'all Getting Tired

God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to exist
So he put His artillery around y'all
And whispered "Come to me."

With tearful eyes we watched you
As yous slowly slipped away
And though nosotros loved you dearly
We couldn't brand yous stay.

Your golden eye stopped beating
Your tired hands put to residuum
God bankrupt our hearts to prove to united states of america
He simply takes the all-time

Frances and Kathleen Coelho

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Happy Funeral Poems

Sometimes a funeral tin exist a place of happiness and joy. Oftentimes families want to celebrate the life of their departed loved one. Remembering the expert times and not home on the loss. In this case upbeat and happy readings can often be the best best poems for funerals. If so and so effort some of these happy memorial poems and retrieve the positives and practiced times.

She Is Gone (He Is Gone)

You can shed tears that she is gone
Or you tin smiling because she has lived

You lot can close your optics and pray that she volition come dorsum
Or yous can open up your optics and come across all that she has left

Your heart can be empty because you can't come across her
Or y'all can exist full of the honey that yous shared

You tin turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can exist happy for tomorrow because of yesterday

Y'all can retrieve her and only that she is gone
Or you tin cherish her memory and let it alive on

You can cry and shut your mind, be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what she would want: smile, open your optics, dear and continue.

David Harkins

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Afterglow

I'd like the memory of me to exist a happy one.
I'd like to go out an afterglow of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to exit 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 out earlier the sun;
Of happy memories that I leave when life is done.

Helen Lowrie Marshall

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Plough Over again To Life

If I should dice and leave you lot here a while,
Be not like others sore undone,
Who keep long vigil by the silent grit.
For my sake turn again to life and grinning,
Nerving thy eye and trembling hand to do
Something to comfort other hearts than thine.
Complete these honey unfinished tasks of mine
And I perchance may therein comfort you.

Mary Lee Hall

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Then Joy Stepped In

Said she, 'I volition not live with grief from morrow unto morrow.
My heart cries out for some relief, 'Good-bye, my fiddling sorrow.'
She closed the windows of her abode and pulled down every bullheaded.
'I'm going along, ' she cried, 'to roam. You, Grief, tin can stay behind.'
'And I'll be gone the livelong day, expect me back to-nighttime.'

Grief wanly watched her go away into the warmth and light;
With quickened stride and brightened optics she mingled with the throng.
Instead of stake Grief'southward moans and sighs she heard Attempt's song.
She saw a sis, crossed the road and asked her how she fared:
So helped to lift her heavy load and in the burden shared.

Throughout the day Self was suppressed whilst Service took its place.
When she returned at night to rest – of Grief in that location was no trace!
But Joy stepped forth and sweetly said,
'May I now be your friend instead?'

Wilhelmina Run up

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All Is Well

Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and yous are you
Whatever nosotros were to each other, that we are still.
Call me past my quondam familiar proper noun,

Speak to me in the easy way which you e'er used
Put no divergence in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh equally nosotros always laughed at the little jokes nosotros enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name exist ever the household word that it always was,
Let it exist spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that information technology ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was, at that place is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Merely around the corner.
All is well.

Henry Scott The netherlands

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Famous Funeral Poems

Some of the most famous poems have been in regards to loss and bereavement. They make for great readings at funerals or when remembering a lost loved one.

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cutting off the telephone,
Prevent the canis familiaris from barking with a juicy os,
Silence the pianos and with muffled pulsate
Bring out the coffin, allow the mourners come.

Allow aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.
Put crepe bows circular the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen vesture black cotton fiber gloves.

He was my Northward, my Due south, my East and Westward,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted at present; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the body of water and sweep upwardly the wood;
For nothing now can e'er come up to any good.

W H Auden

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And Death Shall Have No Dominion

And death shall take no dominion.
Dead homo naked they shall be one
With the human in the wind and the west moon;
When their basic are picked make clean and the make clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and pes;
Though they get mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall non;
And death shall accept no dominion.

And death shall take no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give fashion,
Strapped to a bike, still they shall non break;
Faith in their easily shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Carve up all ends up they shan't crack;
And decease shall have no dominion.

And death shall take no rule.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves intermission loud on the seashores;
Where blew a bloom may a bloom no more
Elevator its head to the blows of the pelting;
Though they be mad and expressionless as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Interruption in the sunday till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no rule.

Dylan Thomas

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Holy Sonnet X

Expiry be not proud, though some accept callèd thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, 1000 art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, grand dost overthrow,
Die not, poore decease, nor all the same canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, so from thee, much more than must flow,
And soonest our all-time men with thee doe goe,
Residue of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Run a risk, kings, and drastic men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can brand united states sleepe equally well,
And meliorate than thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
1 brusk sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt dice.

John Donne

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I requite you this ane thought to keep.
I am with you still. I exercise not sleep.

I am a chiliad winds that accident.
I am the diamond glints on the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn pelting.

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 at night.

Exercise not think of me every bit gone.
I am with y'all still in each new dawn.

Anonymous

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Cold

It felt and then cold, the snowball which wept in my hands,
and when I rolled it along in the snow, it grew
till I could sit on it, looking back at the house,
where it was cold when I woke in my room, the windows
blind with ice, my breath undressing itself on the air.

Common cold, too, embracing the torso of snow which I lifted up
in my artillery to build a snowman, my toes, burning, cold
in my winter boots; my mother's voice calling me in
from the cold. And her hands were common cold from peeling
then dipping potatoes into a basin, stopping to loving cup
her daughter's face, a buss for both cold cheeks, my cold olfactory organ.

But cypher so common cold as the February night I opened the door
in the Chapel of Remainder where my mother lay, neither young, nor quondam,
where my lips, returning her osculation to her brow, knew the meaning of cold.

Carol Ann Duffy

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Funeral Poems for Mom

The loss of a female parent is incredibly hard. Finding the correct verse form or verse to read at her funeral can become very important. Hopefully the choice of poems here will help to marking her passing in the manner you lot experience is virtually appropriate.

The Female parent

At that place volition be a singing in your middle,
There will be a rapture in your optics;
You lot will exist a woman set apart,
You volition exist and then wonderful and wise.

You lot will sleep, and when from dreams yous start,
As of ane that wakes in Paradise,
There volition be a singing in your heart,
There will be a rapture in your eyes.

There will be a moaning in your heart
There will be an anguish in your eyes;
Yous will come across your dear ones depart,
Yous will hear their quivering proficient-byes.

Yours will be the eye-ache and the smart,
Tears that scald and lonely cede;
There volition exist a moaning in your heart,
At that place volition be an anguish in your eyes.

There will come up a celebrity in your eyes,
There will come a peace inside your centre;
Sitting 'neath the quiet evening skies,
Fourth dimension volition dry the tear and dull the smart.

You will know that you have played your part;
Yours shall be the love that never dies:
You, with Heaven's peace within your centre,
You, with God's own glory in your eyes.

Robert Service

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My Mother

In infancy's unconscious day,
I weak and helpless long did lay,
Who o'er my course did watch and pray,
My Mother.

Who nourished me with fondest care,
And bore me forth to take the air,
And plucked me fruits and flowers rare,
My Mother.

Who daily, as I older grew,
Even so taught me lessons bright and true,
And virtue's path kept in my view,
My Mother.

Oh, may I truly, every year,
Render with love and tender care,
The blessings I from thee did share,
My Mother.

Anonymous

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She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and brilliant
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy 24-hour interval denies.

I shade the more, i ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-identify.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
Just tell of days in goodness spent,
A listen at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Lord Byron

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The life that I have is all that I have
the life that I accept is yours
The love that I have for the life that I have
is yours and yours and yours.
A slumber I shall have, a rest I shall have
Even so death will exist simply a break
for the peace of my years
in the long green grass
Will exist yours and yours and yours

by Leo Marks

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You lot can but have one mother
Patient kind and true;
No other friend in all the world,
Will be the aforementioned to you.
When other friends forsake you lot,
To mother y'all will render,
For all her loving kindness,
She asks zilch in return.
Equally we expect upon her picture,
Sweetness memories we recall,
Of a face so total of sunshine,
And a smile for one and all.
Sweetness Jesus, take this message,
To our honey mother upwardly in a higher place;
Tell her how nosotros miss her,
And requite her all our love.

Irish Funeral Prayer

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Funeral Poems for Dad

Simply like losing your mother the loss of a dad is a terribly difficult time. Nosotros hope these poems can assist make the readings at the funeral that actress special.

To My Begetter

A giant pine, magnificent and old
Stood staunch confronting the heaven and all around
Shed beauty, grace and power.
Within its fold birds safely reared their young.
The velvet ground below was gentle,
and the cooling shade gave cheer to passers by.
Its towering artillery a landmark stood, erect and unafraid,
As if to say, "Fear nothing from life'due south alarms".
It fell one twenty-four hours.
Where it had dauntless stood was loneliness and void.
But men who passed paid tribute – and said,
"To know this life was practiced,
It left information technology'south mark on me. Its work stands fast".
And and then it lives. Such life no bonds tin can hold –
This giant pine, magnificent and old.

Georgia Harkness

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The Cleaved Chain

We lilliputian knew that morning that God was going to call your name,
In life we loved you dearly; in decease we do the same
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go solitary.
For part of us went with you lot, the mean solar day God chosen yous home
Y'all left u.s.a. peaceful memories, your beloved is still our guide,
And though we cannot see y'all, yous are ever at our side
Our family unit chain is broken, and zilch seems the aforementioned,
But every bit God call us u.s.a. one by one, the concatenation will link again.

Anonymous

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Male parent

He never fabricated a fortune, or a racket
In the world where men are seeking after fame;
But he had a healthy brood of girls and boys
Who loved the very basis on which he trod.
They idea him merely little short of God;
Oh yous should accept heard the way they said his name –
'Male parent.'

In that location seemed to be a loving niggling prayer
In their voices, even when they called him 'Dad.'
Though the man was never heard of anywhere,
Equally a hero, yet somehow understood
He was doing well his part and making good;
And you knew it, by the mode his children had
Of saying 'Father.'

He gave them neither eminence nor wealth,
But he gave them blood untainted with a vice,
And opulence of undiluted health.
He was honest, and unpurchable and kind;
He was make clean in middle, and body, and in listen.
So he made them heirs to riches without price –
This father.

He never preached or scolded; and the rod –
Well, he used information technology as a turning pole in play.
But he showed the tender sympathy of God.
To his children in their troubles, and their joys.
He was always chum and comrade with his boys,
And his daughters – oh, you ought to hear them say
'Begetter.'

Now I think of all achievements 'tis the least
To perpetuate the species; information technology is done
By the insect and the serpent, and the beast.
But the man who keeps his torso, and his idea,
Worth bestowing on an offspring love-begot,
And then the highest earthly glory he was won,
When in pride a grown-up daughter or a son
Says 'That'southward Father.'

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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As We Look Back

As we expect dorsum over time
We detect ourselves wondering …..
Did we remember to give thanks you enough
For all you lot have done for us?
For all the times you lot were by our sides
To help and support us …..
To celebrate our successes
To empathize our problems
And accept our defeats?
Or for teaching the states past your example,
The value of difficult piece of work, good judgment,
Courage and integrity?
We wonder if nosotros always thanked you
For the sacrifices yous fabricated.
To let us have the very all-time?
And for the simple things
Like laughter, smiles and times we shared?
If we have forgotten to bear witness our
Gratitude enough for all the things you did,
We're thanking you now.
And nosotros are hoping you knew all forth,
How much you meant to united states.

Anonymous

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My Male parent

He was a jolly little human full of fun and laughter,
He played jokes on his fellow men
And to him it did non matter.
Education he had not,
Just what he learned he never forgot.
He wrote what he knew all most cancer
then that someday, there will exist an answer.
He joined the Canadian Medical Corps.
And served in the 2nd World State of war.
He risked his life, to relieve others,
This homo, that I call my Father.
Seein' my Father in me is the title of a song
Which I tin chronicle to every bit I do come across my Father in me.
I have a French accent just like my Begetter,
I love walking, just similar my Father,
I love being with people, only like my begetter.
But nearly of all, is my honey for children, like my Father.

Anita Guindon

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Funeral Poems for Grandma

A Wonderful Grandmother

We had a wonderful grandmother
One who never really grew one-time
Her grin was fabricated of sunshine
And her heart was solid gilt

Her eyes were bright equally shining stars
And in her cheeks fair roses y'all see.
We had a wonderful grandmother,
And that's the mode information technology will e'er be.

But take mind, because
She's still keeping an heart on all of united states of america,
So allow'south make certain
She volition similar what she sees.

Anonymous

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God Looked Around His Garden

God looked around his garden
And found an empty identify
He and then looked downwards upon the earth
And saw your tired face up

He put his arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God'southward garden must be beautiful,
He always takes the all-time.

He knew that you were suffering
He knew you were in hurting
He knew that you would never
Get well on globe again.

He saw the road was getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb.
So he closed your weary eyelids
And said, "Peace be thine".

It broke our hearts to lose y'all
Merely you didn't go solitary.
For function of us went with you
The day God called y'all home.

Melissa Shreve

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Legacy of Dear

A married woman, a female parent, a grandma too,
This is the legacy nosotros have from y'all
You taught us love and how to fight
You lot gave the states strength, you gave us might.
A stronger person would be hard to find,
And in your heart you were always kind.
Yous fought for the states all in one way or another
Not just equally a wife not just as a female parent.
For all of us yous gave your all-time
And at present the time has come up for you to rest.
And then go in peace, you've earned your sleep,
Your dearest in our hearts nosotros'll eternally go along.

Bearding

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Nanny

Such wonderful memories of Nanny
The Nanny we all used to know
We kept you too long and there waiting
The angels have said you can become
Bright golden gates that are shining
Full of family to bid you lot hello
So blow u.s. a kiss equally you're leaving
Our sadness we'll try not to bear witness
Such wonderful memories of Nanny
We all have our favourites you run across
As you lot enter those gates you'll exist thinking
They're all at that place thinking of me!

Laura White

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Funeral Poems for Grandpa

His Journeying's Just Begun

Don't think of him as gone away
his journeying'south just begun,
life holds and then many facets
this earth is but one.

But think of him equally resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and condolement
where at that place are no days and years.

Recall how he must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing just our sadness
can really pass away.

And remember of him as living
in the hearts of those he touched…
for nothing loved is ever lost
and he was loved so much.

Ellen Brenneman

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Grandfather Kept a Garden

Our Grandfather kept a garden.
A garden of the heart;
He planted all the good things,
That gave our lives their beginning.
He turned us to the sunshine,
And encouraged us to dream:
Fostering and nurturing the seeds of self-esteem.
And and then the winds and rain came,
He protected united states of america enough;
Only not too much because he knew
Nosotros would stand upwardly strong and tough.
His constant good example,
Always taught u.s.a. right from wrong;
Markers for our pathway that will last
a lifetime long.
We are our Grandfather'south garden,
We are his legacy.
Thank yous Gramps, we dear you.

Anonymous

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We Had a Wonderful Grandad

We had a wonderful grandad,
Ane who never really grew old;
His smile was made of sunshine,
And his center was solid gold;
His optics were equally bright every bit shining stars,
And in his cheeks fair roses y'all meet.
We had a wonderful grandpa,
And that's the way information technology will always be.
But take mind, because
He'southward still keeping an middle on all of us,
So let's make sure
He will like what he sees.

Anonymous

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Our Granddad

It broke our hearts to lose you,
just yous never went alone,
for a part of us went with you,
the day god took you home.

A million times we missed you lot,
A meg times we cried,
If beloved could have saved you lot,
you never would have died.

To the grave yous travel,
Our flowers placed with intendance,
No-ane knows the heartache,
every bit we plow to leave you lot at that place.

If tears could build a stairway,
and memories could brand a lane,
we would walk right upwardly to heaven,
and bring you home again.

We dear you Granddad,
sleep well in heaven with the angels.

Bearding

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Non Religious Funeral Poems

Not all funerals or memorials are religious. They may just be a commemoration of someone's life. If this is the instance then a religious poem may not be appropriate. Thankfully there are many not religious memorial poems bachelor and you can choose from the selection beneath.

Not, How Did He Die, but How Did He Live?

Not, how did he die, just how did he live?
Not, what did he gain, but what did he requite?
These are the units to measure out the worth
Of a man as a man, regardless of his birth.
Nor what was his church, nor what was his creed?
Just had he befriended those really in need?
Was he ever ready, with words of good cheer,
To bring back a grin, to banish a tear?
Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,
Simply how many were sorry when he passed away?

Anonymous

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Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far abroad into the silent state;
When you tin no more concord me by the manus,
Nor I one-half plough to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Just remember me; you sympathise
Information technology will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterward remember, practise not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Improve by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be lamentable.

Christina Rosetti

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When I come up to the end of the road
And the sunday has gear up for me
I desire no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set costless?
Miss me a little, but not for long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that once we shared
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must have
And each must go lone.
Information technology's all role of the master plan
A step on the route to home.
When you are lonely and sick at centre
Get the friends nosotros know.
Laugh at all the things we used to exercise
Miss me, but permit me become.
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 to a higher place me
With showers and dewdrops moisture
And if m wilt remember
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not come across the shadows,
I shall not fear 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.

Christina Rosetti

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Honey is Immortal

Love is pure free energy and
No matter how hard you lot endeavor,
You lot tin can never impale love
Because pure energy tin can't die
The feeling of beloved tin fade,
And the body can stop to requite,
Simply the free energy created past beloved
Is immortal and continues
To live.

Bearding

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Little Snowdrops

The world may never detect,
If a snowdrop doesn't bloom,
Or even pause to wonder,
If the petals fall to soon,
But every life that ever forms,
Or ever comes to be,
Touches the globe in some small way,
For all eternity
The ones i still long for,
we here and then were gone,
But the dear that was then planted,
Is a light that still shines on,
and though our hearts are empty
Our hearts know what to do,
Every beating of our hearts,
Say of our love for you.

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