Bereavement Poems

Bereavement Poems, verses and quotes that will help you express your heartache and heartbreak over the loss as death has taken a loved one and a dear friend. We would like to offer our condolences that you have come to this webpage but we really do hope that we can be of some help at this very painful time. These are free for you to use for non commercial purpose.










Bereavement Poems

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When I left this world without you I know it made you blue.
Your tears fell so freely, I watched: I know this is true.
While you were weeping,days after I passed away
While all was silent within me, I saw you kneel to pray.
From this wonderful place called heaven
Where all my pain is gone, I send a gentle breeze to whisper,
"My loved ones, please go on."
The peace that I have found here goes far beyond compare.
No rain, no clouds, no suffering just LOVE from everywhere.
You need not be troubled just stay close to GOD in prayer
Someday we'll be reunited my love, HIS love surrounds you
always, EVERYWHERE!

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Death leaves a heartache
No one can heal;
Love leaves a memory
No one can steal

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Remembering My Thoughts of You

God sent me an Angel to call my very own,
I thought we'll always be together from this day on.
I remember all the good times
and the awesome lovemaking we shared
All the hopes and dreams we had,
nothing in my life could ever compare
I will always remember your sweet Angelic face,
With a smile brighter than the sun light,
with such beauty and grace.
There will always be a place
deep down in my heart,
a special place where only you
will occupy that part.
I remember the way your body felt
as I held you close to me.
In my heart and in my soul
is where you belong and will always be.
Angela Alldredge-Cryer

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FOR A FISHERMAN

"Trout Fishing" by Eunice Lamberton 1873

Give me a rod of the split bamboo,
a rainy day and a fly or two,
a mountain stream where the eddies play,
and mists hang low o'er the winding way,

Give me a haunt by the furling brook,
A hidden spot in a mossy nook,
No sound save hum of the drowsy bee,
or lone bird's tap on the hollow tree.

The world may roll with it's busy throng,
And phantom scenes on it's way along,
It's stocks may rise, or it's stocks may fall,
Ah! What care I for it's baubles all?

I cast my fly o'er the troubled rill,
Luring the beauties by magic skill,
With mind at rest and a heart at ease,
And drink delight at the balmy breeze.

A lusty trout to my glad surprise,
Speckled and bright on the crest arise,
Then splash and plunge in a dazzling whirl,
Hope springs anew as the wavelets curl.

Gracefully swinging from left to right,
Action so gentle- motion so slight,
Tempting, enticing, on craft intent,
Till yielding tip by the game is bent

Drawing in slowly, then letting go
Under the ripples where mosses grow
Doubting my fortune, lost in a dream,
Blessing the land of forest and stream.

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POEM FOR MUMS

Lord of Pots and Pans

Lord of all pots and pans and things,
Since I've no time to be
A saint by doing lovely things or
Watching late with thee,
Or dreaming in the twilight or
Storming heaven's gates.
Make me a saint by getting meals or
Washing up the plates.

Although I must have Martha's hands,
I have Mary's mind, and,
When I black the boots and shoes
Thy sandals, Lord, I find.
I think of how they trod the earth
What time I scrub the floor,
Accept this meditation, Lord,
I haven't time for more.

Warm all the kitchen with thy love,
And light it with thy peace,
Forgive me all my worrying
And make all grumbling cease.
Thou who didst love to give men food
In room or by the sea
Accept this service that I do
I do it unto thee.

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You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the
heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day
cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death,
open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one,
even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires
lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like the seeds dreaming beneath the snow
your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams,
for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd
when he stands before the king whose hand
is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling,
that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind
and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing,
but to free the breath from its restless tides,
that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence
shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top,
then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs,
then shall you truly dance.
Kahlil Gibran

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I walked a mile with Pleasure.
She chattered all the way,
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow,
And ne'er a word said she;
But oh, the things
I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me!
Robert Browning

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