Reader's Poems

Below are a selection of poems sent to us by visitors to the Funeral Poems website. We thank everyone that sent in a poem and hope that in sharing our own stories and poetry, we can help to ease the pain of others who have suffered a loss.

Honor your Life in remembrance of me

Let go sometimes of all that troubles you,

I’m telling YOU, you are not alone.

Our brief journey may have ended.

But our relationship is never gone.

Honor your life in remembrance of Me.

Start by embracing that warm Spring rain.

Envision yourself as my favorite flower,

then nourish me with bottled champagne

Kick back; relax in degrees of the Summer heat.

Face the sun. Let it’s light come to your aid.

Acknowledge the rays of courage in you,

allow your shadow to sit in the shade

Recognize leaves going through changes with the tree.

Know that Fall may feel like it will never end.

Reach out and catch a huge falling leaf,

- throw it back with defiance at the colorful wind.

Winter; if it begins to shut you down.

Reconnect on FACEBOOK with an old friend,

Tell them of my holiday laughter.

Twitter about my jazzy-electrifying grin.

Sing my favorite slow jam song.

Down load it on a MP3.

Dance like me for just an hour.

Swaying with rhy-th-mic energy.

On your birthday-wear MY favorite color.

Dress up, as an angel in disguise.

Reach out and help another,

reinforce any loose or lost family ties.

You are the architect of your life.

Explore a daily ordinary miracle or two.

Continue to be whole, be well and be alive

BECAUSE

This is what I would do…for you

Honor your Life in remembrance of me

2010 - Chigoke Adoma

~~Garden of Grief~~ Established by sorrow and fenced in by fate.

With a name clearly etched in the wide open gate.
Precisely positioned beneath realities glare.
Exists a sparse, thorny garden that's known as despair.
Memories cobble the clearly laid path.
Bordered by plans for the future that have been torn in half.
The marrows are damned despite intense tearful streams.
There's a well now in ruin, once overflowing with dreams.
An immense sense of longing looms over the knoll,
and dark lamentations just grow of of control.
Haphazardly furrowed by times jagged blade.
Defining moments adorn markers that are clearly displayed.
Impatient's and dilemmas are quick to unfold,
blown away by a tempest that is brutally cold.
misery thrives because its roots are profound.
where hope does start budding its quickly cut down.
There are still hints of grandeur that stem from the past,
amidst anguish and yearnings that are disturbingly vast.
There’s a crooked stone caption that bares no relief.
Nothing prosperous blooms in a garden of grief.

John French

THOMAS’ SONG

It’s early in the morning. The birds are singing. I wonder what lullaby they sing. I awake to a new day feeling a little less. Missing you and wondering what’s going on with you now? How far away your journey must be from everything you once knew, so far away from me.

I hear your laughter and see your smile. It surrounds me. Your scent is as fresh all around me as the day you left for California. My heart is broken and torn to shreds. I wanted to be there with you, to hold your hands, to kiss your cheek. To let you know big brother I got you.

So many tears have fallen from my eyes-enough to fill the Mississippi wide. I miss you. I miss those laughing hazel eyes and those strong hands I could always rely. The heart that feared no man and would pummel anything or anyone in his path. The gladiator, the warrior who would go to war-- relentless and merciless in battle when it came to his love ones--the loving lamb who would give his all in a heartbeat.

I love you.

I had to write my feelings ‘tho words are inadequate to express. I miss my wrestling partner, my friend, my heart, my teddy-bear, my lion-heart. You inspired so much in people, you inspired me. You made me want to be that professor, the very best I could be. There is so much more I will write. This is a tidbit for now. I’ve got more songs I’ll sing of him later--this you can believe.

Your legacy will ever stand for I will tell all that I see about this great and gentle man.

I love you Thomas. As you would say

Bye, bye for now….. Lee N.Friedman