Death is a sensitive subject that not many of us like to discuss.
Losing a loved one is one of the most heartbreaking experiences, that one must go through in life.
It is hard to find the right words to express and talk about death. Fortunately, poetry can convey feelings that other forms of writing cannot express.
There are poems written to grieve a lost loved one or for those pondering the cycle of life and death. These poems about death can help you express your thoughts in the hopes of bringing healing.
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In this article, we have picked 25 of the most meaningful poems about death and dying. We hope these will bring you peace and comfort as you mourn a loved one.
Popular Poems About Death
1. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
By Mary Elizabeth Frye
In this famous poem, Mary Frye talks about death in a welcoming tone. Frye uses her words to comfort and bring solace to people who would grieve and cry when she passes away. Frye welcomes death but not as the end of life, but the beginning of a new life. She believes it should be celebrated in a way that brings both life and memories.
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.
2. There Is No Night Without A Dawning
By Helen Steiner Rice
Helen Rice’s short poem tells us that even though someone we love and care about has passed away, the darkness we experience when we grieve will pass. Rice reassures us that we will find hope in the dark times and that those who have died have found tranquility on a brighter day.
No winter without spring
And beyond the dark horizon
Our hearts will once more sing…
For those who leave us for a while
Have only gone away
Out of restless, care worn world
Into a brighter day.
3. When Great Trees Fall
By Maya Angelou
Maya Angelou’s poetry talks about death as a sad but inevitable part of human life. Angelou doesn’t shy away from the painful and tragic feelings that come with losing someone close to you. Angelou uses imagery and symbolism to show us as readers the speaker’s response to loss. We all react to death differently. Maya Angelou not only identifies the feeling of loss in her poem, but she also offers the reader hope that healing will come because of the impact the deceased had in our lives.
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
small things recoil into silence,
eroded by fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
gnaws on kind words
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
dependent upon their
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance, fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
4. Because I Could Not Stop For Death
By Emily Dickinson
One of Emily Dickinson’s most celebrated poems tells a story of how Death, who she has personified as a gentleman, has taken her for a ride in his carriage to her place in the afterlife. It symbolizes the journey that we all go through from life to death. Dickinson isn’t able to stop Death herself. However, since Death stopped for her, it suggests a certain level of comfort or acceptance that comes with dying.
Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – ‘tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity –
5. On the Death of Anne Bronte
By Charlotte Bronte
Anne Bronte, who was the sister to fellow writers Charlotte and Emily Bronte, died of tuberculosis. Charlotte Bronte describes her grief over the death of Anne and her relief that her sister’s suffering is no more. Towards the end of the poem, she thanks God for Anne being in her life and has realized that she has to go on with her life without Anne.
There’s little joy in life for me,
And little terror in the grave;
I ‘ve lived the parting hour to see
Of one I would have died to save.
Calmly to watch the failing breath,
Wishing each sigh might be the last;
Longing to see the shade of death
O’er those belovèd features cast.
The cloud, the stillness that must part
The darling of my life from me;
And then to thank God from my heart,
To thank Him well and fervently;
Although I knew that we had lost
The hope and glory of our life;
And now, benighted, tempest-tossed,
Must bear alone the weary strife.
6. Turn Again to Life
By Mary Lee Hall
Mary Lee’s short poem is about having to find your way through grief. It is also about being thankful for the times you spent with a loved one before they passed away. This poem will bring comfort to the bereaved during their time of grief. This poem was read at Princess Diana of Wales funeral in 1997.
If I should die and leave you here a while,
be not like others sore undone,
who keep long vigils by the silent dust.
For my sake turn again to life and smile,
nerving thy heart and trembling hand
to do something to comfort other hearts than mine.
Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine
and I perchance may therein comfort you.
By Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde’s poem is about the sorrow and pain felt over the loss and burial of the unnamed woman described in the poem. The speaker is warning people to be careful of where they step as “she” has been buried in the earth beneath them. Even though the unnamed woman has passed away, she is at rest and can only experience peace.
Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.
All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.
Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.
Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone
She is at rest.
Peace, Peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life’s buried here,
Heap earth upon it.
8. When I am dead, my dearest
By Christina Rossetti
Christina Rossetti’s poem explores death and mourning. Rossetti wants to reassure a loved one to not waste too much of their time grieving for when she dies, as she won’t notice whether she will be remembered or forgotten. She wants them to move on with their life rather than focus on mourning her loss.
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
9. Crossing the Bar
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Tennyson’s poem preaches that death is not something to be feared, but rather, a transition to another life. He compares death to crossing the sandbar between a coastal area and the ocean. Tennyson, who is of a Christian faith, wants to die gently without fear as he has the reassurance that he will meet with God in the afterlife.
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
By Joe Brainard
Joe Brainard explores death as the end of a cycle. Brainard sees death as an experience. He believes that death is misunderstood as it is a natural thing that happens to everyone. Brainard wants the reader to understand the concept of loss. His open-mindedness throughout the poem allows him to avoid the negative tone that is usually associated with death.
Death is a funny thing. Most people are afraid of it, and yet
they don’t even know what it is.
Perhaps we can clear this up.
What is death?
Death is it. That’s it. Finished. “Finito.” Over and out. No
Death is many different things to many different people. I
think it is safe to say, however, that most people don’t like it.
Because they are afraid of it.
Why are they afraid of it?
Because they don’t understand it.
I think that the best way to try to understand death is to
think about it a lot. Try to come to terms with it. Try to really
understand it. Give it a chance!
Sometimes it helps if we try to visualize things.
Try to visualize, for example, someone sneaking up behind
your back and hitting you over the head with a giant hammer.
Some people prefer to think of death as a more spiritual
thing. Where the soul somehow separates itself from the mess
and goes on living forever somewhere else. Heaven and hell being
the most traditional choices.
Death has a very black reputation but, actually, to die is a
perfectly normal thing to do.
And it’s so wholesome: being a very important part of
nature’s big picture. Trees die, don’t they? And flowers?
I think it’s always nice to know that you are not alone. Even
Let’s think about ants for a minute. Millions of ants die
every day, and do we care? No. And I’m sure that ants feel the
same way about us.
But suppose—just suppose—that we didn’t have to die.
That wouldn’t be so great either. If a 90-year-old man can hardly
stand up, can you imagine what it would be like to be 500 years
Another comforting thought about death is that 80 years or
so after you die nobody who knew you will still be alive to miss
And after you’re dead, you won’t even know it.
By George Herbert
To George Herbert, the crucifixion of Jesus Christ transformed the concept of death and made it something to be welcomed rather than feared. The bad connotations of death have been turned into something beautiful. How Herbert regards death is the same as going to sleep: we can be relaxed when we die.
Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing,
Nothing but bones,
The sad effect of sadder groans:
Thy mouth was open, but thou couldst not sing.
For we considered thee as at some six
Or ten years hence,
After the loss of life and sense,
Flesh being turned to dust, and bones to sticks.
We looked on this side of thee, shooting short;
Where we did find
The shells of fledge souls left behind,
Dry dust, which sheds no tears, but may extort.
But since our Savior’s death did put some blood
Into thy face,
Thou art grown fair and full of grace,
Much in request, much sought for as a good.
For we do now behold thee gay and glad,
As at Doomsday;
When souls shall wear their new array,
And all thy bones with beauty shall be clad.
Therefore we can go die as sleep, and trust
Half that we have
Unto an honest faithful grave;
Making our pillows either down, or dust.
12. A Child of Mine
By Edgar Guest
This is one of Edgar Guest’s famous poems about death, which has been used to bring comfort to parents for years. Guest suffered with grief as he lost two of his children. These words are written from the perspective of God who is asking parent/parents to take care and love his “His child” until the day he dies.
I will lend you, for a little time,
A child of mine, He said.
For you to love the while he lives,
And mourn for when he’s dead.
It may be six or seven years,
Or twenty-two or three.
But will you, til I call him back,
Take care of him for Me?
He’ll bring his charms to gladden you,
And should his stay be brief.
You’ll have his lovely memories,
As solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught down there,
I want this child to learn.
I’ve looked the wide world over,
In search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes,
I have selected you.
Now will you give him all your love,
Nor think the labour vain.
Nor hate me when I come
To take him home again?
I fancied that I heard them say,
‘Dear Lord, Thy will be done!’
For all the joys Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we’ll run.
We’ll shelter him with tenderness,
We’ll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we’ve known,
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for him,
Much sooner than we’ve planned.
We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand.
13. Death, Be Not Proud (Holy Sonnet 10)
By John Donne
John Donne’s sonnet is a direct address to Death, which he personifies. Donne presents death to be a powerless figure, and in doing so, he is telling the reader that it isn’t something that should be feared because it is like an act of sleep between the living and the eternal afterlife. Donne argues that Death isn’t intended to kill people, but instead it frees their soul and leads them to eternal life. Donne’s approach to loss allows the reader to have a new perspective on death.
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou’art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy’or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
14. A Psalm of Life
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Wadsworth’s poem explores the purpose of life and how we should handle the struggles and pain that comes along with it. Wadsworth believes that no matter what death brings, our souls will never be destroyed. He wants the reader to be prepared for death or any problems that come their way and make the best of any situation.
What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
15. Heaven’s Rocking Chair
By Ron Tranmer
This is a comforting ode for parents who have lost their child, which can be extremely difficult to go through. Tranmer uses this poem to provide parents healing as he wants them to imagine that there are angels in heaven who are taking care of their deceased baby. Directly addressing the baby implies that the speaker still has a deep connection with their child. These questions are a way of remembering the times they spent with their child before they passed away.
Are there rocking chairs in Heaven
where little babies go?
Do the angels hold you closely
and rock you to and fro?
Do they talk silly baby talk
to get a smile or two,
and sing the sleepy lullabies
I used to sing to you?
My heart is aching for you,
my angel child so dear.
You brought such joy into my life
the short time you were here.
I know you’re in a happy place
and in God’s loving care.
I dream each night I’m rocking you
in Heaven’s rocking chair.
16. Father Death Blues
By Allen Ginsberg
This poem was written whilst Ginsberg was on his flight home to attend his father’s funeral. It explores dealing with the blues after the loss of a loved one. To help him grieve, he personifies death as though it was a person. By doing so, Ginsberg unveils the complicated reality of death.
Hey Father Death, I’m flying home
Hey poor man, you’re all alone
Hey old daddy, I know where I’m going
Father Death, Don’t cry any more
Mama’s there, underneath the floor
Brother Death, please mind the store
Old Aunty Death Don’t hide your bones
Old Uncle Death I hear your groans
O Sister Death how sweet your moans
O Children Deaths go breathe your breaths
Sobbing breasts’ll ease your Deaths
Pain is gone, tears take the rest
Genius Death your art is done
Lover Death your body’s gone
Father Death I’m coming home
Guru Death your words are true
Teacher Death I do thank you
For inspiring me to sing this Blues
Buddha Death, I wake with you
Dharma Death, your mind is new
Sangha Death, we’ll work it through
Suffering is what was born
Ignorance made me forlorn
Tearful truths I cannot scorn
Father Breath once more farewell
Birth you gave was no thing ill
My heart is still, as time will tell.
17. Sonnet 71: No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead
By William Shakespeare
This sonnet by William Shakespeare explores the inevitability of death. Shakespeare doesn’t resent death but rather, he tries to accept the fact that death is unavoidable. He doesn’t want his lover to spend their days lamenting his loss when it comes to pass. Shakespeare urges the reader to move forward in hopes to relieve the pain that the lover will feel when he passes away.
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell;
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if (I say) you look upon this verse,
When I (perhaps) compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse,
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan,
And mock you with me after I am gone.
By Christina Rossetti
Christina Rossetti’s verse explores her wanting her loved one to remember her after her passing. The fact that the word ‘remember’ is repeated frequently, exemplifies the importance of holding onto those memories of her. She does not want the memories to cause sadness and permits her loved one to move on after her death.
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 plann’d:
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 once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
19. A Farewell
By Alfred Tennyson
This poem is about a rivulet which Tennyson knows but won’t visit again in the future, which leads him to think about his own death. He compares the eternal life span of the rivulet with his own limited time that he has on earth. Tennyson reminds us that our time is limited and we cannot live forever compared to that of nature.
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
A rivulet then a river:
Nowhere by thee my steps shall be
For ever and for ever.
But here will sigh thine alder tree
And here thine aspen shiver;
And here by thee will hum the bee,
For ever and for ever.
A thousand suns will stream on thee,
A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
20. Funeral Blues
By W.H. Auden
When you lose someone near and dear to you, the rest of the world doesn’t stop or slow down to grieve with you. It continues with its life as if nothing has changed. Auden wants the world to grieve with him as well. Grief has been presented to be isolated from those who grieve in the world that surrounds them.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message ‘He is Dead’.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out everyone,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
21. To Sleep
By John Keats
In Keats’ poem, the action of sleeping is a metaphor for death. During Keat’s last moments of life, he talks about the moment of rest to be similar to that of death. Keats wants to escape the physical and emotional suffering that he is going through and instead wants to sleep to forget. This suggests that sleeping puts you in a place of calmness and wellness, whereby you are not disrupted by the troubles that come with the daytime when you’re awake.
O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas’d eyes, embower’d from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close
In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes,
Or wait the “Amen,” ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities.
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes,—
Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.
22. Death is Nothing At All
By Henry Scott Holland
Holland’s poetry explores the nature of death. Holland states that death is inevitable. Even though you’re unable to escape it, you don’t have to be afraid or worry about how and when your death will come to pass. Holland emphasizes that when you die, nothing changes as everything will remain the same in the afterlife. This tells the reader that death isn’t something that we should dwell on because our loved ones will always remain in our hearts. Love remains after death despite the separation between your loved one and yourself.
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; 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!
23. She is Gone (He is Gone)
By David Harkins
This is an uplifting poem, by David Harkins, about being grateful for a loved one’s life. Harkins is telling the reader to cherish the memories that they shared with the departed soul. He doesn’t want the reader to be in pain and sorrowful that their loved one has passed away. But instead, smile and keep living on.
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 will come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
Or you can be full of the love that you shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday
You can remember her and only that she is 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 would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
24. And Death Shall Have No Dominion
By Dylan Thomas
This three-stanza poem written by Dylan Thomas explores how death controls mankind. Even though it might seem that it’s powerful, Thomas believes that death cannot control everything. We as mankind can stand up against death by moving on to the afterlife. The repetition of ‘and death shall have no dominion’ emphasizes that death will not have power against us.
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead man naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan’t crack;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.
By Merrit Malloy
Merrit Malloy’s verse conveys her wishes after she passes away. Malloy tells the reader that she wants her life on earth and her death to do good for the world. This includes giving away what’s left of her and for her memories to be used in the best way possible. Malloy doesn’t want the reader to cry but to share the love she had for others.
When I die
Give what’s left of me away
And old men that wait to die.
And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you.
And when you need me,
Put your arms
And give them
What you need to give to me.
I want to leave you something,
Look for me
In the people I’ve known
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live on your eyes
And not on your mind.
You can love me most
Hands touch hands,
Bodies touch bodies,
And by letting go
That need to be free.
Love doesn’t die,
So, when all that’s left of me
Give me away.
Dealing with the loss of someone who was near and dear to you takes a lot of strength. Poetry can help to calm spirits and console you during these hard times.
Whether you are looking for uplifting poems, long verses or short poems, we hope that our chosen selection of poetry will help bring peace and comfort.
These poems about death can be used as a eulogy, to be read at a funeral or even used in a greeting card. No matter how you decide to use them, we hope that they are helpful and comforting to anyone dealing with a tough loss.
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What are some famous poetry lines about death? ›
"Death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality." "Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time." "He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man."What is a poem that reflects death called? ›
An elegy is a poem of serious reflection, and in English literature usually a lament for the dead.What is considered the greatest poem of all time? ›
- Still I Rise by Maya Angelou.
- Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare.
- O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman.
- The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe.
- Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas.
- i carry your heart with me by e.e. cummings.
- Power by Audre Lorde.
- The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.
Emily Dickinson wrote about death a lot, and a number of her poems would fit in this category.What are some good poems about life? ›
- "Risk", by Anaïs Nin. ...
- "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening", by Robert Frost. ...
- “Hope is the thing with feathers", by Emily Dickinson. ...
- "The Peace of Wild Things", by Wendell Berry. ...
- "The Summer Day", by Mary Oliver. ...
- "The Guest House", by Rumi.
Emily Dickinson's poem “I Died for Beauty” is an allegorical work that depicts someone who died for beauty interacting briefly with someone who died for truth. An allegory is a metaphorical work in which the characters and actions represent larger ideas or themes.What is the poem at the end of afterlife? ›
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 the snow.What is a remembrance poem? ›
A remembrance poem or funeral reading can be a wonderful way of saying your final goodbyes to a loved one. It's often considered an important part of any funeral service, religious or not, and can bring comfort at this difficult time.What poem should I read at a funeral? ›
Some of the most popular funeral poems include: She Is Gone (He Is gone) Remember Me. Don't Cry for Me.What are some meaningful poems? ›
- Sir Edward Dyer, 'My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is'. ...
- 2. Walt Whitman, 'Song of Myself'. ...
- Emily Dickinson, '“Hope” is the Thing with Feathers'. ...
- W. E. Henley, 'Invictus'. ...
- Rudyard Kipling, 'If—'. ...
- Max Ehrmann, 'Desiderata'. ...
- Langston Hughes, 'Dreams'. ...
- Philip Larkin, 'Coming'.
Who is the most famous poem in the world? ›
- #1. From 'The Highwayman' by Alfred Noyes (1906) ...
- #2. 'A Red, Red Rose' by Robert Burns (1794) ...
- #3. 'Crossing the Bar' by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1889) ...
- #4. From 'The Raven' by Edgar Allan Poe (1845) ...
- #5. From 'Howl' by Allan Ginsberg (1956) ...
- #6. ...
- #7. ...
- “No Man Is An Island” by John Donne.
- “Stopping by Woods On a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost.
- “Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou.
- “Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?” by William Shakespeare.
- “There Will Come Soft Rain” by Sara Teasdale.
- “If You Forget Me” by Pablo Neruda.
- “O Captain! ...
- “Fire And Ice” by Robert Frost.
Some of Dickinson's poems present death as a reward in the hereafter for the deceased people because they exist in such a peaceful place in the afterlife while some poems show death as a punishment because dying people experience boredom or damnation after death.Who wrote poetry about love and death? ›
The most flamboyant and notorious of the major English Romantic poets, George Gordon, Lord Byron, was likewise the most fashionable poet of the early 1800s. He created an immensely popular Romantic hero—defiant, melancholy, haunted by secret guilt—for which, to many, he seemed the model.What is the most famous line of poetry? ›
- “To be or not to be: that is the question” ...
- “'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” ...
- “Tread softly because you tread on my dreams” ...
- “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I – I took the road less traveled by”
A Thing of Beauty is by the famous poet John Keats. Furthermore, the poet says that a beautiful thing can give us extreme happiness and delight.What type of poem reflects upon death or loss? ›
An elegy is a poem that reflects upon death or loss.What is the poem I felt a funeral in my brain about? ›
"I felt a funeral in my brain" traces the speaker's descent into madness. It is a terrifying poem for both the speaker and the reader. The speaker experiences the loss of self in the chaos of the unconscious, and the reader experiences the speaker's descending madness and the horror most of us feel about going crazy.What is the poem in afterlife 3? ›
"Do not stand at my grave and weep."What does the end of life after life mean? ›
The book's ending is somewhat different. Although in every version of Ursula's life where she lives until the war, Teddy's plane is always shot down and he is killed, by the end Ursula lives a life where Teddy actually survives the war and comes home, which makes her realise that this is the reality that is "real".
What is the poem the afterlife about? ›
The poem describes the speaker's fantasies of what would happen if everyone, when they died, experienced the afterlife they believed in when they were alive. Like many of Collins's poems, "The Afterlife" is rife with humor and a wry sense of the unusual.What is the best quote when someone dies? ›
- “Gone from our sight, but never from our hearts.”
- “Our thoughts and prayers are with you.”
- “I wish you healing and peace.”
- “I hope you feel surrounded by much love.”
- “We are so sorry for your loss.”
- “We are thinking of you during these difficult times.”
- "Life is not separate from death. ...
- "Everything revolves around bread and death."
- "One is certain only of death."
- "There is no one who can jump so high as to escape death."
- "Who is old and doesn't believe it, will trip into his grave without seeing it."
- "All who have died are equal."
A quintain (also known as a quintet) is any poetic form or stanza that contains five lines. Quintain poems can contain any line length or meter, the most common being a limerick.