Eulogy Poems | Examples of Eulogy Poetry

Let us start at the end because that is where it all began Ashes I clinched my fist because I did not want to let go I literally watched you slip through my fingers I cursed the day The day I looked into your eyes, lying there On a bed that represented hope Until that moment The moment I realised that you were...

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Death, death, Oh! Old Death Old death makes everybody dry and sad Death even makes kings who are grumpy and mad Absolutely powerless, helpless and useless Death makes us mute, motionless, lifeless and deaf In the darkest, hottest part of the crater And deep within the brightest cell or cache of the chamber Where too much light Blinds the retinas and this is...

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I’ve been approached, to write this Ode, by Michael: he wants me to identify three traits of his. I told him, life is just a cycle of ups and downs. I cited one Matt Gaetz! “Don’t count on your intelligence,” I said: you’re bright alright, but that is where it ends.” “I need a friend to do this,” he admonished. “You have,”...

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POPE FRANCIS: A 5-7-5 EULOGISTIC TRIO A man of mercy, Teaching peace, love, and mercy; Leaving his spirit behind:- Timing and ready, Said goodbye the day before; Reflecting God's peace and Love:- A Pope to us all, A true Catholic Christian: A universal shepherd:- ...

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FRANCIS OF GOD Spiritual fruit of God, Reflector of loving peace, Pontiff of justice:- Labors of love completed, May his spirit remain here:- ...

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Ere break of day and dawns caress Till sunset lays our cares to rest We march and toil to gain what's true With burdens many, respites few And labor on with hope that may In some small measure light the way Of those dear ones in times accord Who carry close the treasured word Our presence left in some small part Indelibly writ upon...

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All i remember is her glaring kindness Her wanting love and attention from any source She had a beautiful toughness about her That strengthened all around her I did not know she had cancer I wish i would have had the opportunity to say some words of encouragement to her but it was to late Now I'm faced with...

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Am I crazy if it’s been five years and I still expect you to walk through the door? If I can’t give away your clothes because you might need them? Am I over the line if I fantasize that your treatment worked and you never died at all? And I laugh with you over breakfast while we sip coffee as we always did? I’m afraid to...

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(A repost from 2019) My favorite aunt is dying.. cancer, quiet and consuming as a flame.. Seven short weeks ago she was easily doing an hour of step aerobics, unaware of this intruder, this murderer within. Now she's lifted from bed like a rag doll. She is my mom, well, a near twin—only smaller, funnier, serpent sly, more...

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Many fell asleep. They slept while many were killed in factories of death. This allowed for others to take over all of the land. The system was working, and many worked to death, leaving no time to love and rest. They fell asleep, under the plan to kill and replace all they can. They wanted to...

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A gaping wound pierces my heart in the shape of my be- loved. Someday it will scab over. Someday, far, far in the future, it will turn into scar tissue. I will rub it and it will be soft and smooth and comforting. It will be with me, in the shape of my love, for as long as I live....

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Take good care of your precious pain. Wrap your strong arms around it. Hold it against your warm chest. Rock it gently, telling it softly that it is loved. It is needed. It is important. It makes perfect sense. And love it, just as it is, in all of its agonizing beauty....

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strong winds blow it appears the poet died today he was afflicted with a broken heart seems he had no more words to say he’d already done his part so they got the oven ready cause he wanted his body to burn and they held the tray real steady and poured him inside an urn seems the poet flew over the calming seas more freely...

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Comfort belies not upfront, where the bright glare blinds, But in the glowing lingering embers of the afterglow. In the afterburner of the karaoke sing-along song. Humming the back-story concoction of memories Translucent and phosphorescent. Tarrying perchance, in a happenstance dance, A wake, lingering long, along into the night On the back-burner, dimmer set to simmer....

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