When someone we love passes we look to find ways to express ourselves and
finding memorial poems for a funeral or a sympathy card can sometimes be difficult if you are looking
for something that speaks about the deceased.
Allow these memorial poems to help you find
the words you need to express the way you are feeling or to help someone else deal with the grief they
Rest in peace, thy cares are ended.
Rest in peace,
thy work is done.
Thou art gone where those who loved you.
Soon are coming,
one by one.
Oh, could I see my pet once more,
And hold him on my knee.
And feel his loving kiss on my hand,
How happy would I be.
Loss Of A Pet Poem
Our hearts today are sad and lonely,
And our thoughts are always of you;
How I loved you and how I miss you,
one but God in Heaven knows.
I Miss You Quotes
I miss you so, sometimes –
When weighty problems vex and frets my mind.
And hands grow tired of reaching for the things they never get,
And my dry eyes are hot with unshed tears. I miss you so!
I miss you so, sometimes – When at the ending of the day,
As twilight falls, I seem to catch the scent of roses from an old dead May,
And seem to hold again your hand – I miss you so!
I miss you so, sometimes – When I awaken from some fitful dream,
Wherein you come as in the long ago,
Just mind alone, and when I seem to feel your lips again-and then-I miss you
I miss you so, sometimes - And all of life seems want and pain,
While in the turmoil and the strife I try to pray for your dear arms again
to hold me as no others can – I miss you so!
I miss you so, sometimes-That nothing else seems worth the while;
I long so for your dear, dear clinging lips,
Your gentle eyes and the bewitching smile they used to hold before I came to
miss and want you so!
I Miss You Poems
Gone to the light that shines so
Gone from the earth of sorrow and care.
Resting those hands that did
Gone, dear mother, gone to rest.
In the home of fadeless beauty,
are now a shining start,
Dwelling in the Holy City
With the gates of gold
For us, he always did his best,
So, God, grant him eternal rest.
A rose that is sweetest and fairest.
In the end, is killed by frost.
But the flower that was dearest and rarest
Is the loved one that we have lost.
No stain was on her little heart;
not entered there.
And innocence slept sweetly on,
That pale white brow so
She was too pure for this cold earth,
Too beautiful to stay.
God’s Holy Angel bore,
Our darling one away.
We loved her while we had her,
We tried so hard to save;
No spot on earth is dearer now,
Than our darling’s
A wonderful mother, woman, and aid,
who was better,
God perfectly made.
A wonderful worker, so loyal and true.
One in a million, that mother was you.
Forever In Our Memory
Just a thought of sweet remembrance,
Just a memory fond and true;
Just the love of sweet devotion
Of the ones who
think of you.
No one knows how much we miss you;
No one knows the tears we
But in Heaven, we hope to meet you,
Where no farewell words are said.
Just in your judgment, always right.
Honest and liberal, ever upright.
Loved by your friends and all who you
Our wonderful mother, that mother was you.
Farewell, alas, our
Thy form lies cold and still;
Thy death has caused a vacant
This world can never fill.
The grief I suffered at your loss,
God called you away,
Though its been one year ago
It remains as fresh as
though ‘twas yesterday.
If I could have my dearest wish fulfilled
my choice of all earth’s treasures too.
Or choose from Heaven whatsoever I
I would ask for you.
We saw his sufferings and heard his
With throbbing hearts and weeping eyes.
But now he calmly sleeps at
All pain, all grief, all suffering past.
Eternal rest, grant unto him,
And let perpetual light shine upon him.
She is blooming in God’s garden,
the lilies fair;
God saw she was too good on earth,
So He transplanted her
Can I help but feel so lonely,
voice I do not hear;
For no words were ever sweeter
Then the words of mother
Though I see your face so sweetly near,
With tender love alight,
I think I hear you say,
I am over here, Have faith,
all will be right.
Louis C. Yoos
Keep her Jesus, in they keeping
reach that shining shore.
Then, O Master, let me have her,
Love and keep her
Her face my mind will ever see,
Forgotten she will never be.
Gone but not
How I miss you, miss you more than I can tell;
Every hour and day
Brings me nearer you to dwell;
Friends may think I'll soon
And my wounded heart be healed,
But they little know the sorrow
That is within my heart concealed.
Earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot
I think of her in silence, no eye can see me weep.
But many silent
tears are shed when others are asleep.
What would I give to clasp her hand,
Her happy face to see.
To hear her voice and see her smile that meant so
much to me.
The years may wipe out many things, but this they wipe out
The memory of those happy days when we were all together.
We may write our names in albums,
trace them in the sand;
We may chisel them in marble
With a firm and
But these pages soon are sullied,
Soon each name will fade
Ever monument will crumble,
As all earthly hopes decay.
dear, there is an album,
Filled with leaves of snowy white,
Where no name is
But forever pure and bright.
In the book of life,
I know your name is wrote with care,
And may all who read this
their names forever there.
I cannot say, and I will not say,
is dead, he is just away.
With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,
has wandered into an unknown land.
And left us dreaming how very fair,
needs must be, since he lingers there.
And you – Oh you, who the wildest
For the old-time step and the glad return.
Think of his faring on as
In the love of there, as the love of here.
Think of his fairing on as
In the love of there, As the love of here.
Think of him still as the
I say he is not dead, he is just away.
The month of December again is here,
me the saddest of the year;
For it was on this December day,
That my dear
wife passed away.
I never will forget you, wife,
While in this life I stay;
My heart has never been the same,
Since you have passed away.
We do not know
the pain you bore,
We did not see you die;
We only knew you passed away,
could not say good-bye.
In Loving Memory Poems
Another nice option other than memorial poems is to use in loving memory poems.
These poems talk about the memories we have left after someone we love passes away. They also can be a
nice addition to any card or funeral.
Weary, sad and heavy hearted,
pass each lonely day,
For our dear mother has gone before to show the way.
Just nine years of saddest longing for it is veiled
In that bright dawning
where faith leads on to thee.
Thus ‘tis but a step to Heaven,
The house of
dear ones gone beyond.
This blessed assurance to us is given,
pray Thy will be done.
Gone, dear mother, gone forever.
How we miss your
But you left us to remember,
None on earth can take your
A happy home we once enjoyed,
How sweet the memory still;
has left a loneliness the world can never fill.
What would we give her hand
Her patient face to see.
To hear her voice, to see her smile,
in the days that used to be.
When a mother breathes her last farewell,
stroke means more than tongue can tell.
The world seems like another place,
Without the smile of her dear face.
Wish You Were Here
No one knows the bitter pain,
suffered since I lost you,
Life has never been the same,
In my heart, your
Sweetly tender, fond and true;
There is not a day, dear
That I do not think of you.
God knows how much we miss her,
shall her memory fade.
Loving thoughts shall ever wander,
To the spot where
she is laid.
You are not forgotten, brother dear,
Nor ever will you be.
As long as our lives and memory lasts,
We will remember thee.
Forgotten by some you may be,
But dear to
our memory you will be.
Your loving smile and kindly ways are pleasant to
You had a kind word for everyone and died beloved by all.
The year may wipe out many things,
this they wipe out never.
The memory of those happy days,
When we were all
Some may think I forget you,
earth you are no more.
But in memory, you were with me,
As you always were
S. I. Cockey
They left a memory fair and sweet,
fragrance can never die;
Their lives were short but still complete,
God called them on high.
Yes, we loved them oh, how dearly,
faintly love express;
Our fond hearts beat too sincerely
Even in death to
love them less.
Just a thought of sweet remembrance,
a memory fond and true,
Just the love and sweet devotion,
Of the one who
thinks of you.
I may not be so lucky, because I do not have you here,
But I consider myself lucky, for the memorial you've left behind.
My house is a memorial, for all the times you've spent with me,
My backyard is a memorial, for all the times you've watched me play.
Our car is a memorial, for all the trips we took together,
My lunch box is a memorial, for all the lunches you packed for me.
My bed is a memorial, for all the times you tucked me in,
My forehead is a memorial, for all the kisses you place on it.
Everywhere I look, I am reminded of you.
You will never be forgotten, for all the memories you have given me.