Funeral poetry, readings and verse can enhance a funeral service or ceremony whether it be religious or non-religious. Funeral poems are also a great way to share how you feel about someone you have lost and pay tribute to the memories that you hold dearest.

Below is a selection of popular funeral poems that you may use for funerals. The choice of poem is very personal, but we hope you find an appropriate poem from our collection.

Do not Stand at My Grave and Weep

By 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 at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.

When I’m gone 
(also known as) To Those Whom I Love And Those Who Love Me

by Mary Alice Ramish

Release me, let me go.
I have so Many things to see and do.
You mustn’t tie yourself to me with tears,
Be happy that we had so many years.

I gave you my love and you can only guess,
How much you gave me in happiness.
I thank you for the love you each have shown,
But now it’s time I travelled on alone.

So grieve awhile for me, if grieve you must then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It’s only for a while that we must part,
So bless the memories with in your heart.

I won’t be far away, for life goes on,
So, if you need me, call and I will come.
Though you can’t see or touch me, I’ll be near, and if you listen with your heart, you’ll hear all my love around you soft and clear.

And then, when you must come this way alone,
I’ll greet you with a smile and say, welcome home.

Those we love remain with us

by Mary Alice Ramish

Those we love remain with us for love itself lives on, and cherished memories never fade because a loved one’s gone.

Those we love can never be more than a thought apart, far as long as there is memory, they’ll live on in the heart.

Gates of Prayer

from the Reform Judaism Prayer Book

At the rising sun and at its going down we remember them.
At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter we remember them.
At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring we remember them.
At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer we remember them.
At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of the autumn we remember them.
At the beginning of the year and when it ends we remember them.
As long as we live, they too will live, for they are now a part of us. As we remember them. When we are weary and in need of strength we remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart we remember them.
When we have decisions that are difficult to make we remember them.
When we have joy we crave to share we remember them.
When we have achievements that are based on theirs we remember them.
For as long as we live, they too will live,
For they are now a part of us, as we remember them.

Remember

by Christina Georgina 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 planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that I once had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Ascension (or) I will be there

by Unknown Author

And if I go,
While you’re still here…
Know that I live on,
Vibrating to a different measure
-behind a thin veil you cannot see through.

I wait for the time when we can soar together again,
-both aware of each other.
Until then, live your life to its fullest.
And when you need me,

Just whisper my name in your heart,
…I will be there.

Death is Nothing at All

by Canon Henry Scott-Holland

Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped away into the next room.

I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you have always used to.
Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effect,
without a trace of shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was; there 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, just around the corner.

All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

Should you go First

by A.K. Rowswell

Should you go first and I remain to walk the road alone, I’ll live in memory’s garden, dear with happy days we’ve known in Spring.

I’ll wait for roses red, when fades the lilacs blue, in early fall, when brown leaves call
I’ll catch a glimpse of you.
Should you go first, and I remain for battles to be fought, each thing you’ve touched along the way will be a hallowed spot.
I’ll hear your voice; I’ll see your smile, though blindly I may grope the memory of your helping hand will buoy me on with hope.
Should you go first and I remain to finish with the scroll, no lengthening shadows a hall creep in to make this life seem droll.
We’ve known so much of happiness we’ve had our cup of joy, and memory is one gift of God that death cannot destroy.
Should you go first and I remain, one thing I’d have you do; walk slowly down that long, lone path, for soon I’ll follow you.
I’ll want to know each step you take that I may walk the same, for some day down that lonely road you’ll hear me call your name.

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

by Unknown Author

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

As We Look Back

by Unknown Author

As we look back over time
We find ourselves wondering …..
Did we remember to thank you enough
For all you have done for us?
For all the times you were by our sides
To help and support us …..
To celebrate our successes
To understand our problems
And accept our defeats?
Or for teaching us by your example,
The value of hard work, good judgement,
Courage and integrity?
We wonder if we ever thanked you
For the sacrifices you made.
To let us have the very best?
And for the simple things
Like laughter, smiles and times we shared?
If we have forgotten to show our
Gratitude enough for all the things you did,
We’re thanking you now.
And we are hoping you knew all along,
How much you meant to us.

If I Should Go

by Unknown Author

If I should go tomorrow
It would never be goodbye,
For I have left my heart with you,
So don’t you ever cry.
The love that’s deep within me,
Shall reach you from the stars,
You’ll feel it from the heavens,
And it will heal the scars.

The celebration of life

by Deborah Peabody

The celebration of life, shared in the beginning, and again, in the end.
Yet we forget to celebrate it, in every moment we live.
Time, days, years, go on, but are we alive?
Alive and do not know it, sleeping in the world and dead to the life we are to live.
To celebrate all life, the sparrow who sang in the morning, and died in the night, why do we not celebrate its life?
To know thyself is to know you are alive – to give, to love, to seek truth, beauty, and suffer pain.
In life as it is meant to be, pain is forgotten, and strength is all that’s left to be gained in the moment by moment celebration of life.

You can Shed Tears or …

by Unknown Author

You can shed tears that she is gone or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back.
Or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she’s gone or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back or you can do what she’d want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

After Glow

by Unknown Author

I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.
I’d like to leave 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 before the sun of happy memories that I leave when life is done

Memories in the Heart

by Unknown Author

Feel no guilt in laughter, she knows how much you care
Feel no sorrow in a smile that she’s not here to share
You cannot grieve forever, she would not want you to
She’d hope that you can carry on, the way you always do
So talk about the good times and the ways you showed you cared
The days you spent together, all the happiness you shared
Let memories surround you.
A word someone may say
Will suddenly recapture a time, an hour, a day
That brings her back as clearly as though she were still here
And fills you with the feelings that she is always near
For if you keep these moments, you will never be apart
And she will live forever locked safe within your heart

A Silent Tear

by Gaynor Llewellyn

Just close your eyes and you will see
All the memories that you have of me
Just sit and relax and you will find
I’m really still there inside your mind
Don’t cry for me now I’m gone
For I am in the land of song
There is no pain, there is no fear
So dry away that silent tear
Don’t think of me in the dark and cold
For here I am, no longer old
I’m in that place that’s filled with love
Known to you all, as “UP ABOVE”

Poem Of Life

by Unknown Author

Life is but a stopping place,
A pause in what’s to be,
A resting place along the road, to sweet eternity.
We all have different journeys,
Different paths along the way,
We all were meant to learn some things, but never meant to stay…
Our destination is a place,
Far greater than we know.
For some the journey’s quicker,
For some the journey’s slow.
And when the journey finally ends,
We’ll claim a great reward,
And find an everlasting peace,
Together with the lord

Funeral Poem

by Unknown Author

I thought of you with love today but that is nothing new
I thought about you yesterday and days before that too,
I think of you in silence I often speak your name
All I have are memories and your picture in a frame
Your memory is my keepsake with which I’ll never part
God has you in His keeping I have you in my heart.

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