#funeral poems on Hello Poetry

Hussein Jun 29

As i look into the summer sky
All i see is a weathering landscape
Drowning in tears the clouds
Gloomy and grieving they do cry
I feel like i know who died
But i can't remember who

I walk into the cemetery lobby
The air talking to the walls
The dust hugging the floor
The doors and windows crying
“Was anyone else invited?” I ask
“Just you and us” they answer
How peculiar…

After washing my face,
I take a look at the mirror
Staring back at me was…, not me
or at least not how i remembered me
“Who am i?!” i yell at the mirror
I got the same answer…

Struck by the memories
Hugged by their sympathy
I say memories
But they were…
Figments of what was and what i wanted to be
The ******* of reality and fantasy
Like an unbelievable deja vu
Real or not,
It didn't matter,
In all honesty I couldn't tell…

I take a closer inspection
Something doesn't make sense
I breath on the mirror but i can't see my breath
I run back to the funeral but it's too late
No tombstone no nothing
Exposed dirt in the middle of the grass
It's me
It's home.

#unseen #funeral #death #solitude

Steve Page May 14

'MUM'

She'd said
she'd buy the flowers herself.
She knew what to get.
She'd found a reliable florist.
And she had the time
to select the perfect arrangement.

That's what the Funeral Director
told us at the Co-op.

And on the day, we all agreed -
the flowers were lovely.
And no one was left
in any doubt -
she'd have loved them.

Credit to Virginia Woolfs novel, Mrs Dalloway.
I took the first line, tweaked and re-purposed it.

#mum #funeral #family #choice

Zywa Apr 23

[ Behind the rocks there ]

Behind the rocks there

is something mysterious --

You'd better not look.

Composition "Erdia Da" ("Offering to Mother Earth"), #8 from the album "Pèkisyon Funebri" ("Funeral service", 2016, MMMD [Mohammad] = Ilios and Nikos Veliotis), performed in the Organpark on April 12th, 2025 by Ilios Veliotis (oscillators), Nikos Veliotis (electronic cello), and Alex Mastichiadis ('ALEM', *****)

Collection "org anp ARK" #108

#death #funeral #motherearth

Josh Crawley Apr 16

Yellow

'Thank you, it's a gift from my father.'
She tells me with a smile.
A small silver ring, cradled in her hand.
'It's fine, I love to swim'
An hour underwater,
Together, a moment of fun.
'See you next week!'
Her healing smile warms my body,
Gentle voice soothing my soul.
'See you then.'
She leaves with a smile,
While I return to shower.

'Do you wish to speak?'
A teary woman asks,
Face familiar through the daze.
'What can I even say?'
Sitting in a packed church,
Voice like a zombie.
'She was so happy that you found her ring...'
I nod and say nothing,
The woman leaves me be.
'And it was all Yellow...'
Coldplay, your favourite song,
I swear will haunt me forever.

'It's been 20 years...'
Even so, tears still fall.
Blurring out a dull reality.
'I'm doing fine.'
Lying through clenched teeth,
I hear her scold me in my mind.
'*******.'
Time stripped away her face,
Voice an empty echo.
'And it was all Yellow.'
The song hits me hard,
Sobbing in the supermarket.

A tribute to a friend.

First draft, rough as hell. Tried some free-verse and have no idea what I'm doing, but it's as raw as it gets. This is about our last time together, the funeral and how grief never truly goes away.

#tribute #death #friend #funeral #passing #grief

ap0calyps3 Apr 4

A Birthday, Funeral

Felt like an eternity waiting for your birthday
now death is all you wait for
the presents wrapped, was all you crave
now the roses remain still on your grave
so excited, hard to fall asleep the night before
now death is sleep you die for.

This is my first ever time writing...

#birthdays #death #sad #funeral #deep

Damocles Apr 2

No One Mourns the Wicked

No one mourns the wicked,
Not a single lachrymose face in the crowd,
No rainfall from the heavens,
No priest to eulogize or ask forgiveness.

Even the monotone wreaths seem brighter,
The sun shines proudly with its radiant warmth
There is no chill in the zephyrs,
Not even a murmur this morning,
They’re not even wearing black or a shawl.

No, no one mourns the wicked,
There is candor among the many,
Huddled ‘round the casket,
Casting their stones instead of roses
Take into the earth with fleeting retribution.

No one mourns the wicked -
As the ground trembles and trees shake
From the effusive cheers create percussion
A symphony of lost sympathy
As the tombstone reads.

“No one mourns the wicked”

for BLT's Word of the Day Challenge
Word: Effusive April 2, 2025
Meaning:Someone or something described as effusive is expressing or showing a lot of emotion or enthusiasm.

#challenge #wordoftheday #websters #dark #funeral #wicked

Lostling Mar 26

Mourning You; Alive

And suddenly I’m at your funeral
                                                                   again. Your body is

          bloodied, laying in the little, black, box.

                                                              Your face is marred.

Or maybe it’s my tears
                                                       that make me
                forget
                                                                                            how you look(ed)
              You shouldn’t be there.               I won’t be there.
                                              Unless you call for me.         But
                                                                              dead people don’t speak.

And then I’ll climb down to your bed
Just to make sure you’re still breathing

#death #loss #funeral

greatsloth Mar 20

my desire

If my desire of immortality
Was not delivered on Tyche's oak desk
And my neck accepted Death's penalty,
Make my funeral transient and modest.

Do not dump me bunch of would-wilt flowers
Nor weep with salty tears upon my earth
Instead scatter me some seeds of asters
For when they blossom it is my rebirth.

Though if God of Wishes grant me this dream,
Erase my name from your reminiscence
As I have ventured out this weary realm—
I'm with the stars flaunting my omniscience.

Either way I'll try to end it laughing,
A fitting mood for my new beginning.

#desire #immortality #funeral #flowers #tears #aster #stats #wishes #reminiscence #laugh

Gideon Mar 8

85/12 "An Artist’s Will"

The day they lower me into the dirt,
I want to be remembered by my work.
One day when I am six feet under,
I want my treasures torn asunder.
I won’t need riches, wealth, or money.
After all, it’s kinda funny.
They won’t follow me to hell.
I want to be remembered well.
May my art lead others to glee.
May my work make others free.
After all, what’s the point, if it all ends with me?
Art and creation are for confronting mortality.

#death #funeral #rites #funeralrites #art #creation #creativity #artist #burial