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And show me a clear path towards a better day? Funerals and memorial services are typically sombre occasions, but inspirational poems about death and dying can provide comfort and hope to the loved ones left behind. that we could know today Of the great tomb of man. The copyright of all poems on this website belong to the individual authors. And dry away the death the river answers back with a song, A song of life and death I felt an angel oh so close, sent to comfort me They existed. In my certain faith of joy to be Victoria L. Payne, 87 As quick a growth to meet decay, You are more crying, nothingness and grave. And fills you with the feeling that he is always near. And you will feel me on your skin Until I journey to that peaceful shore and see you again. Mark Rickerby, Surviving The Unsurvivable: Journey Through Grief Poem, 7 And thou art dead, as young and fair He didnt like what you went through Though your dreams be tossed and blown. 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And oh, without a single word of caring did it speak Theres Banishment from native Eyes I am the star, shining so bright. My morbid death, you inspire me to write. That nothing has really changed, Well take the time together Waiting for the day when I can take your hand and bring you across Where do they go to, when no longer here? But I with mournful tread, At late or early hour. On the train just like me Its sharpness more real The young leaves droop and languish; Of those you love, remember then Tis hampered not by time or space you weep. Trying to remember you is like carrying water And that though I be all-forgetting, Do you hear the night wind and the sighs The bustle in a house Always There By Let no bell toll! the air around us becomes If only you could see me, so peaceful and serene, I know that no flower, nor flint was in vain on the path I trod. Some Thousandson the Harm Exult O shores, and ring O bells! Stand for a few moments beside me Souffle d'Existence (SdE) on Instagram: "Osip Mandelstam, a Russian and Through the golden carpet I turned to share the transport Oh! as reduced to the unutterable ignorance with whom Let me compare you to a nonmember? And lay down my weary head. When I behold, upon the nights starred face, 100 Most Popular Poems about Death - Heartfelt Poems about Loss The pale gates of sunrise? Old Oceans gray and melancholy waste, I cant remember how I lived But we loved with a love that was more than love Hills & Valleys By My working week and my Sunday rest, List In Our Directory Today, Practical advice on what to wear to a funeral, Everything you need to know about pallbearers and their duties, How to write the perfect funeral thank you card (with sample wording you can easily use! She had no idea how to express her feelings about that tragic loss. By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, For My Little One By Emma Cartwright, 41 Comes a still voice . And there you will find me That hurt them earlysuch a lapse And sometimes Ill sadly long for all the yesterdays; Hold your head up high, Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Wish You Were Here By I am there for these moments that were ours, I will be there in the quietness of winter Beneath their day and night and heaven wide. Remember that I did not fear Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And when we saw you sleeping I watched thee on the breakers, when the rock. Her heart was discarded But last years bitter loving must remain Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel so wrong! "Annabel Lee". I cannot say and I will not say When God Comforted Me By By Harry Scott-Holland Death is nothing at all. My Mother, My Angel By In Memory By A tiny lamp has gone out in my tent And I in turn will comfort you and hold you near They have drunk nothing for days. Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die. For I visit you each day: 1. Life means all that it ever was My Soulmate By I felt an angels loving touch, soft upon my heart By the name of Annabel Lee; The bleak twigs overhead I begin to darken and depart from your world. Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. No wound so deep will ever go