114 in Loving Memory Poems to Honor a Loved One

Losing a loved one can be an incredibly difficult experience, and grief can be overwhelming.

During this time of mourning honoring the memory of those who have passed often helps in the healing process.

To help in that effort, we’ve compiled these thoughtful in loving memory poems to honor your beloved so they never truly leave your side.

Whether you choose to recite them during their memorial service or privately reflect on them when memories cross your mind, they beautifully express love, loss, mourning, tribute and remembrance.

These tender memorial poems crafted by famous authors and expert poets will remind you of how even though they’re gone from our sight, they are never forgotten.

Best in Loving Memory Poems

These best remembrance poems offer a heartfelt and personal way to remember those who have passed. They capture the essence of our loved ones and the special memories we shared with them. So take a few moments to peruse through these beautiful words and find the perfect way to pay tribute to the ones you hold dear.

1. He Is not Lost Our Dearest Love

       by Anonymous

He is not lost our dearest love,
Nor has he travelled far,
Just stepped inside home’s loveliest room
And left the door ajar.

2. When We Have Lost a Friend

       by Amos Russel Wells

When soldiers die and kings depart
And statesmen pass away,
And men of gold in bank and mart
Return to common clay,
Our laurel wreaths we proudly bring,
Our panegyrics blend;
But ah, it is a sadder thing
When we have lost a friend!
When artists lay their palettes down,
And singers mutely rest;
When builders of a mighty town
Lie in a narrow chest,
We praise their genius towering tall,
Their godlike works commend;
But ah, the human tears that fall
When we have lost a friend!
Too deep for shallow-sounding phrase,
Too full for formal bound,
Our memories bloom where’er we gaze
And live in every sound.
We cannot speak our aching loss,
Nor even comprehend;
But every byway has a cross
When we have lost a friend.
A friend is such a blessed boon,
To comfort and to cheer;
Decemher glows with light of June
When any friend is near;
And want is plenty, sickness health,
And longest sorrows end,
When we have found earth’s rarest wealth,
When we have found a friend.
And such was he, this friendly man,
This man of sunny mood,
Of happiness the artisan,
The prince of brotherhood!
Oh, heaven is a cheery place
Where such as he ascend;
Let us go on a little space
And we shall find our friend.

3. I’ll Lend You a Child

       by Edgar Guest

“I’ll 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, till 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 my 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,
Not think the labour vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call
And take him back again.”
I fancied that I heard them say,
“Dear Lord, Thy will be done,
For all the joy Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we 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 planned,
We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes
and try to understand.”

4. Family O’ Mine: I Should Like to Send You a Sunbeam

       by Anonymous

Family o’ mine:
I should like to send you a sunbeam, or the twinkle of some bright star,
or a tiny piece of the downy fleece that clings to a cloud afar.
I should like to send you the essence of a myriad sun-kissed flowers,
or the lilting song as it floats along, of a brook through fairy bowers.
I should like to send you the dew-drops that glisten at break of day,
and then at night the eerie light that mantles the Milky Way.
I should like to send you the power that nothing can overflow —
the power to smile and laugh the while a-jouneying through life you go.
But these are mere fanciful wishes; I’ll send you a Godspeed instead,
and I’ll clasp your hand – then you’ll understand all the things I have left unsaid.

5. Farewell

       by Anne Bronte

Farewell to Thee! But not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of Thee;
Within my heart they still shall dwell
And they shall cheer and comfort me.
Life seems more sweet that Thou didst live
And men more true Thou wert one;
Nothing is lost that Thou didst give,
Nothing destroyed that Thou hast done.

6. If Roses Grow in Heaven

       by Anonymous

If roses grow in heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mother’s arms
and tell her they’re from me.
Tell her I love her and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for awhile.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day,
but there’s an ache within my heart
that will never go away.

7. Departed Comrade

       by Lucretius

Departed comrade! Thou, redeemed from pain
Shall sleep the sleep that kings desire in vain:
Not thine the sense of loss
But lo, for us the void
That never shall be filled again.
Not thine but ours the grief.
All pain is fled from thee.
And we are weeping in thy stead;
Tears for the mourners who are left behind
Peace everlasting for the quiet dead.

8. To the Friends of Mrs. H.C.

       by ENS

Salvation dwelt upon her tongue,
Expiring as she lay;
Then hasting to her Father’s throne,
The spirit winged its way.
But mourn her not for ever fled
To purer realms on high;
Tis glory now surrounds her head,
And sparkles in her eye.
She trusted in her Saviour’s name,
Invited Him to come;
Your loss is her eternal gain,
For now she shares His throne.

9. A Lost Love

       by Henry Francis Lyte

I meet thy pensive, moonlight face;
Thy thrilling voice I hear;
And former hours and scenes retrace,
Too fleeting, and too dear!

Then sighs and tears flow fast and free,
Though none is nigh to share;
And life has nought beside for me
So sweet as this despair.

There are crush’d hearts that will not break;
And mine, methinks, is one;
Or thus I should not weep and wake,
And thou to slumber gone.

I little thought it thus could be
In days more sad and fair
That earth could have a place for me,
And thou no longer there.

Yet death cannot our hearts divide,
Or make thee less my own:
Twere sweeter sleeping at thy side
Than watching here alone.

Yet never, never can we part,
While Memory holds her reign:
Thine, thine is still this wither’d heart,
Till we shall meet again.

10. The Meeting

       by Hannah Flagg Gould

We met upon Mount Auburn, ere its sod
Was strewed with drops from sorrow’s languid eye;
Before its shadowy walks the mourner trod,
Or to its balmy air released the sigh.
The spot had just been rendered hallowed ground,
By solemn rite and consecrating prayer;
It bore no marble, heaved no sacred mound,
But Nature reigned in placid beauty there.
And as we stood, and viewed the peaceful scene,
Our thought and converse on its purpose ran;
And on the swiftness of the race, between
The point of starting, and the goal of man.
He plucked for me a branch, where wide and high
The thick, green boughs around us hung a shade,
But thought not, that his lips and beaming eye
Must close for ever, ere its leaves should fade.
We never met again! The branch retained
Its verdure, when his eye had lost its light.
The vital flame within his bosom waned,
And left it cold, while yet my branch was bright.
A few short days—and he was on the deep,
Whose swelling surges he should cross no more.
In foreign earth the stranger’s ashes sleep—
His spirit walks the everlasting shore!
But, we shall meet again! While, ‘dust to dust,’
Of this frail house of clay may soon be said,
Its tenant His unfailing word will trust,
Whose second coming shall revive the dead.
On that great morning may our meeting be
Among the flowery hills without a grave,
And in the shade of that unfading Tree,
Whose boughs with healing for the nations wave!

11. Why Don’t He Come

       by Hannah Flagg Gould

The ship has anchored in the bay;
They’ve dropped her weary wings; and some
Have manned the boat and come away;
But where is he? Why don’t he come?
Among the crowd with busy feet,
My eye seeks one it cannot find.
While others haste their friends to greet,
Why, why is he so long behind?
Because he bade me dry my cheek,
I dried it, when he went from us;
I smiled with lips that could not speak;
And now, how can he linger thus?
I’ve felt a brother’s parting kiss
Each moment since he turned from me,
To lose it only in the bliss
Of meeting him—Where can he be?
I’ve reared the rose, he bade me rear;
I’ve learnt the song, he bade me learn;
And nursed the bird, that he might hear
Us sing to him, at his return.
I’ve braided many a lovely flower
His dear, dear picture to inwreathe;
While doating fancy, hour by hour,
Has made it smile and seen it breathe.
I wonder if the flight of time
Has made the likeness now untrue;
And if the sea and foreign clime
Have touched him with a darker hue.
For I have watched, until the sun
Has made my longing vision dim;
But cannot catch a glimpse of one
Among the crowd, that looks like him.
How slow the heavy moments waste,
While thus he stays! Where can he be?
My heart leaps forth; haste, brother, haste!
It leaps to meet and welcome thee.
‘Thou lovely one! the mournful tale
That tells why he comes not, will make
Thy heart to bleed; thy cheek turn pale!
Death finds no tie too strong to break!
‘The bird will wait its master long,
And ask his morning gift in vain.
Ye both must now forget the song
Of joy, for sorrow’s plaintive strain.
‘The face, whose shade thy tender hand
Has wreathed with flowers, is changed! But sea,
Nor sun, nor air of foreign land
Has wrought the change; for where is he?
‘Where! ah! the solemn deep that took
His form, as with their sad farewell,
His brethren gave the last, last look,
And lowered him down, that deep must tell!
‘But ocean cannot tell the whole—
The part that death can never chill,
Nor floods dissolve; the living soul
Is happy, bright and blooming still.
‘And nobler songs than ever sound
From mortal voices greet his ear,
Where sweeter, fairer flowers are found
Than all he left to wither here.
‘This, this is why he does not come,
Whom thy fond eye has sought so long!
Wait till thy days have filled their sum;
Then find him in an angel throng!’

12. Sentence

       by Witter Bynner

Shall I say that what heaven gave
Earth has taken?—
Or that sleepers in the grave

One sole sentence can I know,
Can I say:
You, my comrade, had to go,
I to stay.

13. Each That We Lose Takes Part of Us

       by Emily Dickinson

Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.

14. She Came and Went

       by James Russell Lowell

As a twig trembles, which a bird
Lights on to sing, then leaves unbent,
So is my memory thrilled and stirred;—
I only know she came and went.
As clasps some lake, by gusts unriven,
The blue dome’s measureless content,
So my soul held that moment’s heaven;—
I only know she came and went.
As, at one bound, our swift spring heaps
The orchards full of bloom and scent,
So clove her May my wintry sleeps;—
I only know she came and went.
An angel stood and met my gaze,
Through the low doorway of my tent;
The tent is struck, the vision stays;—
I only know she came and went.
Oh, when the room grows slowly dim,
And life’s last oil is nearly spent,
One gush of light these eyes will brim,
Only to think she came and went.

15. As By the Dead We Love to Sit

       by Emily Dickinson

As by the dead we love to sit,
Become so wondrous dear,
As for the lost we grapple,
Though all the rest are here, —

In broken mathematics
We estimate our prize,
Vast, in its fading ratio,
To our penurious eyes!

16. I Meant to Find Her When I Came

       by Emily Dickinson

I meant to find her when I came;
Death had the same design;
But the success was his, it seems,
And the discomfit mine.
I meant to tell her how I longed
For just this single time;
But Death had told her so the first,
And she had hearkened him.
To wander now is my abode;
To rest, — to rest would be
A privilege of hurricane
To memory and me.

17. Memorials

       by Emily Dickinson

Death sets a thing significant
The eye had hurried by,
Except a perished creature
Entreat us tenderly

To ponder little workmanships
In crayon or in wool,
With “This was last her fingers did,”
Industrious until

The thimble weighed too heavy,
The stitches stopped themselves,
And then ‘t was put among the dust
Upon the closet shelves.

A book I have, a friend gave,
Whose pencil, here and there,
Had notched the place that pleased him, —
At rest his fingers are.

Now, when I read, I read not,
For interrupting tears
Obliterate the etchings
Too costly for repairs.

Famous in Loving Memory Poems

Whether it’s a parent, grandparent, friend, or pet, these famous remembrance poems allow us to express our love and affection in a way that feels special and meaningful. Check them out!

1. To Know Just How He Suffered Would be Dear

       by Emily Dickinson

To know just how he suffered would be dear;
To know if any human eyes were near
To whom he could intrust his wavering gaze,
Until it settled firm on Paradise.

To know if he was patient, part content,
Was dying as he thought, or different;
Was it a pleasant day to die,
And did the sunshine face his way?

What was his furthest mind, of home, or God,
Or what the distant say
At news that he ceased human nature
On such a day?

And wishes, had he any?
Just his sigh, accented,
Had been legible to me.
And was he confident until
Ill fluttered out in everlasting well?

And if he spoke, what name was best,
What first,
What one broke off with
At the drowsiest?

Was he afraid, or tranquil?
Might he know
How conscious consciousness could grow,
Till love that was, and love too blest to be,
Meet — and the junction be Eternity?

2. At Length

       by Emily Dickinson

Her final summer was it,
And yet we guessed it not;
If tenderer industriousness
Pervaded her, we thought

A further force of life
Developed from within, —
When Death lit all the shortness up,
And made the hurry plain.

We wondered at our blindness, —
When nothing was to see
But her Carrara guide-post, —
At our stupidity,

When, duller than our dulness,
The busy darling lay,
So busy was she, finishing,
So leisurely were we!

3. Father and I

       by Ruby Archer

Father and I were gypsies.—
We tried to lose our way
Among the woodland mystery,
When we’d a holiday.
My hand about his finger,
We followed brook and dell.
No need to voice our ecstasy—
The robins told it well.
His love I took for granted,
Owned every dear caress,
Nor dreame’d of how a little girl
Would feel when fatherless.
Now I, poor lonely gypsey,
Roam wood and hill and blue;
But no one loves them all with me
As Father used to do.

4. My Father

       by Richard Coe

My father was a parent kind,
And loved his children dear;
And when his hour of death drew nigh
We shed full many a tear;
We wept—but not in bitterness,
For well we knew that he
Enjoy’d throughout the shadow-vale
The smile of Deity!
He had a pleasant word for all
Who came within his way,
A smile was ever on his face—
A kind, benignant ray.
Where’er he roam’d he made him friends
Of high or low degree;
The only birthright that he own’d
Was sterling honesty!
Misfortune’s heavy shadow fell
Upon his later years,
We mark’d with grief his failing strength,
And turn’d to hide our tears:
At length an angel messenger
Commission’d from the sky,
Approach’d my father with a smile,
And bore his soul on high!
We laid him in his quiet grave,
A rural, soft retreat,
And turn’d our faces from the spot,
With slow, unwilling feet!
We raised no graven monument
Above his humble sod;—
My father was “an honest man—
The noblest work of God!

5. The Reaper and the Flowers

       by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There is a Reaper whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.
“Shall I have naught that is fair?” saith he;
“Have naught but the bearded grain?
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,
I will give them all back again.”
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,
He kissed their drooping leaves;
It was for the Lord of Paradise
He bound them in his sheaves.
“My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,”
The Reaper said, and smiled;
“Dear tokens of the earth are they,
Where he was once a child.
“They shall all bloom in the fields of light,
Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear.”
And the mother gave in tears and pain
The flowers she most did love;
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.
O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day,
‘T was an angel visited the green earth,
And took the flowers away.

6. A Chrysalis

       by Mary Emily Bradley.

My little Mädchen found one day
A curious something in her play,
That was not fruit, nor flower, nor seed;
It was not anything that grew,
Or crept, or climbed, or swam, or flew;
Had neither legs nor wings, indeed;
And yet she was not sure, she said,
Whether it was alive or dead.

She brought it in her tiny hand
To see if I would understand,
And wondered when I made reply,
“You’ve found a baby butterfly.”
“A butterfly is not like this,”
With doubtful look she answered me.
So then I told her what would be
Some day within the chrysalis:
How, slowly, in the dull brown thing
Now still as death, a spotted wing,
And then another, would unfold,
Till from the empty shell would fly
A pretty creature, by and by,
All radiant in blue and gold.

“And will it, truly?” questioned she—
Her laughing lips and eager eyes
All in a sparkle of surprise—
“And shall your little Mädchen see?”
“She shall!” I said. How could I tell
That ere the worm within its shell
Its gauzy, splendid wings had spread,
My little Mädchen would be dead?

To-day the butterfly has flown,—
She was not here to see it fly,—
And sorrowing I wonder why
The empty shell is mine alone.
Perhaps the secret lies in this:
I too had found a chrysalis,
And Death that robbed me of delight
Was but the radiant creature’s flight!

7. The Morning-Glory

       by Maria White Lowell

We wreathed about our darling’s head
The morning-glory bright;
Her little face looked out beneath,
So full of life and light,
So lit as with a sunrise,
That we could only say,
“She is the morning-glory true,
And her poor types are they.”
So always from that happy time
We called her by their name,
And very fitting did it seem—
For, sure as morning came,
Behind her cradle bars she smiled
To catch the first faint ray,
As from the trellis smiles the flower
And opens to the day.
But not so beautiful they rear
Their airy cups of blue,
As turned her sweet eyes to the light,
Brimmed with sleep’s tender dew;
And not so close their tendrils fine
Round their supports are thrown,
As those dear arms whose outstretched plea
Clasped all hearts to her own.
We used to think how she had come,
Even as comes the flower,
The last and perfect added gift
To crown Love’s morning hour;
And how in her was imaged forth
The love we could not say,
As on the little dewdrops round
Shines back the heart of day.
We never could have thought, O God,
That she must wither up,
Almost before a day was flown,
Like the morning-glory’s cup;
We never thought to see her droop
Her fair and noble head,
Till she lay stretched before our eyes,
Wilted, and cold, and dead!
The morning-glory’s blossoming
Will soon be coming round—
We see the rows of heart-shaped leaves
Upspringing from the ground;
The tender things the winter killed
Renew again their birth,
But the glory of our morning
Has passed away from earth.
O Earth! in vain our aching eyes
Stretch over thy green plain!
Too harsh thy dews, too gross thine air
Her spirit to sustain;
But up in groves of Paradise
Full surely we shall see
Our morning-glory beautiful
Twine round our dear Lord’s knee.

8. The First Snowfall

       by James Russell Lowell

The snow had begun in the gloaming,
And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white.
Every pine and fir and hemlock
Wore ermine too dear for an earl,
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree
Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
From sheds new-roofed with Carrara
Came Chanticleer’s muffled crow,
The stiff rails softened to swan’s-down,
And still fluttered down the snow.
I stood and watched by the window
The noiseless work of the sky,
And the sudden flurries of snow-birds,
Like brown leaves whirling by.
I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn
Where a little headstone stood;
How the flakes were folding it gently,
As did robins the babes in the wood.
Up spoke our own little Mabel,
Saying, “Father, who makes it snow?”
And I told of the good All-father
Who cares for us here below.
Again I looked at the snow-fall,
And thought of the leaden sky
That arched o’er our first great sorrow,
When that mound was heaped so high.
I remembered the gradual patience
That fell from that cloud like snow,
Flake by flake, healing and hiding
The scar that renewed our woe.
And again to the child I whispered,
“The snow that husheth all,
Darling, the merciful Father
Alone can make it fall”
Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her;
And she, kissing back, could not know
That my kiss was given to her sister,
Folded close under deepening snow.

9. My Child

       by John Pierpont

I cannot make him dead!
His fair sunshiny head
Is ever bounding round my study chair;
Yet when my eyes, now dim
With tears, I turn to him,
The vision vanishes,—he is not there!
I walk my parlor floor,
And, through the open door,
I hear a footfall on the chamber stair;
I’m stepping toward the hall
To give my boy a call;
And then bethink me that—he is not there!
I thread the crowded street;
A satchelled lad I meet,
With the same beaming eyes and colored hair;
And, as he’s running by,
Follow him with my eye,
Scarcely believing that—he is not there!
I know his face is hid
Under the coffin-lid;
Closed are his eyes; cold is his forehead fair;
My hand that marble felt;
O’er it in prayer I knelt;
Yet my heart whispers that—he is not there!
I cannot make him dead!
When passing by the bed,
So long watched over with parental care,
My spirit and my eye,
Seek him inquiringly,
Before the thought comes that—he is not there!
When, at the cool gray break
Of day, from sleep I wake,
With my first breathing of the morning air
My soul goes up, with joy,
To Him who gave my boy;
Then comes the sad thought that—he is not there!

10. My Daughter Louise

       by Homer Greene

In the light of the moon, by the side of the water,
My seat on the sand and her seat on my knees,
We watch the bright billows, do I and my daughter,
My sweet little daughter Louise.
We wonder what city the pathway of glory,
That broadens away to the limitless west,
Leads up to—she minds her of some pretty story
And says: “To the city that mortals love best.”
Then I say: “It must lead to the far away city,
The beautiful City of Rest.”
In the light of the moon, by the side of the water,
Stand two in the shadow of whispering trees,
And one loves my daughter, my beautiful daughter,
My womanly daughter Louise.
She steps to the boat with a touch of his fingers,
And out on the diamonded pathway they move;
The shallop is lost in the distance, it lingers,
It waits, but I know that its coming will prove
That it went to the walls of the wonderful city,
The magical City of Love.
In the light of the moon, by the side of the water,
I wait for her coming from over the seas;
I wait but to welcome the dust of my daughter,
To weep for my daughter Louise.
The path, as of old, reaching out in its splendor,
Gleams bright, like a way that an angel has trod;
I kiss the cold burden its billows surrender,
Sweet clay to lie under the pitiful sod:
But she rests, at the end of the path, in the city
Whose “builder and maker is God.”

11. The Reverie of Poor Susan

       by William Wordsworth

At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years:
Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard
In the silence of morning the song of the Bird.
‘Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees
A mountain ascending, a vision of trees;
Bright volumes of vapor through Lothbury glide,
And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale,
Down which she so often has tripped with her pail;
And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove’s,
The one only dwelling on earth that she loves.
She looks, and her heart is in heaven: but they fade,
The mist and the river, the hill and the shade:
The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise,
And the colors have all passed away from her eyes!

12. The Child’s Wish Granted

       by George Parsons Lathrop

Do you remember, my sweet, absent son,
How in the soft June days forever done
You loved the heavens so warm and clear and high;
And when I lifted you, soft came your cry,—
“Put me ‘way up—’way, ‘way up in blue sky”?
I laughed and said I could not;—set you down,
Your gray eyes wonder-filled beneath that crown
Of bright hair gladdening me as you raced by.
Another Father now, more strong than I,
Has borne you voiceless to your dear blue sky.

13. The New Tomb

       by Hannah Flagg Gould

They’ve finished the darksome abode,
Of silence, of death and of dust!
And who, of the train that are thronging the road
To this mansion, shall enter it first?
It is not the silvery head,
That here shall be first to repose;
Nor the babe, that shall come to the house of the dead,
Ere the bud of its life can unclose.
But mark him, whose cheek is so bright
With the freshness of beauty and youth—
Whose step is so firm, and whose bosom so light
With the glow of affection and truth!
Ere care has o’ershadowed his brow,
With the roses of health all in bloom,
From the many, who love him, he comes even now;
For he is the first for the tomb!
And shall he, who could carry the charm
Of joy wheresoe’er he was known—
Shall he with affections, so kindly and warm,
Come down and repose here alone?
Oh! no—from the sorrowing train
There hastens a beautiful maid—
Ere the moon shall be full in her lustre again,
Her form by his side will be laid!
The kindred in blood, far from sight,
Together shall slumber in peace;
The kindred in spirit their voices unite
In praises, that never shall cease.
They would not their friends should bewail
Their absence from scenes they have trod!
They beckon the mourner to look through the veil,
Where they shine with the brightness of God!

14. The Playthings

       by Hannah Flagg Gould

“Oh! mother, here’s the very top,
That brother used to spin;
The vase with seeds I’ve seen him drop
To call our robin in;
The line that held his pretty kite,
His bow, his cup and ball,
The slate on which he learned to write,
His feather, cap and all!”
“My dear, I’d put the things away
Just where they were before:
Go, Anna, take him out to play,
And shut the closet door.
Sweet innocent! he little thinks
The slightest thought expressed,
Of him that’s lost, too deeply sinks
Within a mother’s breast!”

15. Are the Children at Home?

       by Margaret Sangster

Each day, when the glow of sunset
Fades in the western sky,
And the wee ones, tired of playing,
Go tripping lightly by,
I steal away from my husband,
Asleep in his easy-chair,
And watch from the open doorway
Their faces fresh and fair.
Alone in the dear old homestead
That once was full of life,
Ringing with girlish laughter,
Echoing boyish strife,
We two are waiting together;
And oft, as the shadows come,
With tremulous voice he calls me,
“It is night! are the children home?”
“Yes, love!” I answer him gently,
“They’re all home long ago;”—
And I sing, in my quivering treble,
A song so soft and low,
Till the old man drops to slumber,
With his head upon his hand,
And I tell to myself the number
At home in the better land.
At home, where never a sorrow
Shall dim their eyes with tears!
Where the smile of God is on them
Through all the summer years!
I know,—yet my arms are empty,
That fondly folded seven,
And the mother-heart within me
Is almost starved for heaven.
Sometimes, in the dusk of evening,
I only shut my eyes,
And the children are all about me,
A vision from the skies:
The babes whose dimpled fingers
Lost the way to my breast,
And the beautiful ones, the angels,
Passed to the world of the blest.
With never a cloud upon them,
I see their radiant brows;
My boys that I gave to freedom,—
The red sword sealed their vows!
In a tangled Southern forest,
Twin brothers bold and brave,
They fell; and the flag they died for,
Thank God! floats over their grave.
A breath, and the vision is lifted
Away on wings of light,
And again we two are together,
All alone in the night.
They tell me his mind is failing,
But I smile at idle fears;
He is only back with the children,
In the dear and peaceful years.
And still, as the summer sunset
Fades away in the west,
And the wee ones, tired of playing,
Go trooping home to rest,
My husband calls from his corner,
“Say, love, have the children come?”
And I answer, with eyes uplifted,
“Yes, dear! they are all at home.”

16. Death of the Beautiful

       by Eliza Lee Fallen

The young, the lovely, pass away,
Ne’er to be seen again;
Earth’s fairest flowers too soon decay,
Its blasted trees remain.
Full oft, we see the brightest thing
That lifts its head on high,
Smile in the light, then droop its wing,
And fade away and die.
And kindly is the lesson given;
Then dry the falling tear:
They came to raise our hearts to Heaven;
They go to call us there.

16. Requiem

       by Emily Dickinson

Taken from men this morning,
Carried by men to-day,
Met by the gods with banners
Who marshalled her away.

One little maid from playmates,
One little mind from school, —
There must be guests in Eden;
All the rooms are full.

Far as the east from even,
Dim as the border star, —
Courtiers quaint, in kingdoms,
Our departed are.

17. Early Death

       by Hartley Coleridge

She passed away like morning dew
Before the sun was high;
So brief her time, she scarcely knew
The meaning of a sigh.
As round the rose its soft perfume,
Sweet love around her floated;
Admired she grew-while mortal doom
Crept on, unfeared, unnoted.
Love was her guardian Angel here,
But Love to Death resigned her;
Though Love was kind, why should we fear
But holy Death is kinder?

18. Adieu

       by Mary E. Tucker

Life is full of mirth and pleasure,
But all joy is on the wing —
Base alloy corrodes each treasure,
And enjoyment hides a sting.
Bliss is like a rainbow, cheating,
Beautiful and bright, but fleeting.
True, there’s real bliss in the greeting
Of each loving, kindred heart;
But a sadness dims our meeting,
For we know we soon must part —
Thus ties of Love, and friendship true,
Are severed by the sad adieu.
Adieu, and from the mother’s eyes
Streams her deep love, in tears.
Adieu, adieu, my child, she cries,
Adieu, perchance for years.
And of our parting, keep this token,
My bitter tears — my heart is broken.
And that mother, in her anguish,
Prays to God that she may die —
Better thus, than still to languish,
Crying ever, this sad cry:
Give me back my child, my treasure,
Ye have o’erflown my bitter measure.
Alas! the hand of reckless fate,
As on time’s wings, she flies;
Severs, with most remorseless hate,
The tenderest, holiest ties.
E’en sacred bonds of heaven’s making,
Fate laughs to scorn, and smiles in breaking.
Thus all earthly friendships sever —
Such is Heaven’s stern decree.
But God’s loved ones meet, to never
Part again in land of free,—
There, there above the sky’s deep blue,
Hearts are not broken by adieu.

19. Sarah

       by Hannah Flagg Gould

She had not breathed this world’s inclement air
Till it had chilled, or touched her with a blight.
She had not lived till sorrow, pain, or care
Had marked her brow, or dimmed her spirit’s light.
Beauty and health hung round her infant form.
Ten hasty summers had not o’er her flown.
Her guileless heart was happy, pure and warm;
And she believed all others like her own.
She was a shining creature God had lent
This world awhile, too holy to be given!
And SARAH knew that she was only sent
To visit earth, and that her home was heaven.
And, finding much to lure and bind her here,
She smiled on all around her, while within,
Her little angel bosom felt a fear,
Lest thoughts might enter with the stain of sin.
The things of time, the flowery fields of earth
Had much to charm; to win her childish love:
But still she doubted if they all were worth
The brighter scenes that she should find above.
She therefore made her young and tender heart
A morning off’ring for her God to keep;
So that, if summoned early to depart,
Upon his bosom she might fall asleep.
Some spirit-messenger of his had come,
But none knew how, or when, to Sarah’s ear,
And told her she had nearly filled the sum
Of days allotted for her being here!
She startled not at this. The warning word,
That told the little listener she must die,
Without surprise, without dismay was heard;
It filled with purer light her joyful eye.
She only sought to soothe her weeping friends,
Assuring them, that she was now to go
Where, but to enter, were to make amends
For more than all that man can leave below.
She fell asleep! The gently fleeting breath
Left her young spirit on a seraph’s wing,
Triumphant o’er the grave! The angel Death,
To her, had neither terrors or a sting!
She was a blessed creature God had sent
To show what love and beauty dwell on high,
Upon a kind, a holy errand bent;
To win our love and lure us to the sky!

Short in Loving Memory Poems

These short poems about remembering a love one are a beautiful way to pay tribute to your loved one and keep them close to your heart. These poems are a touching way to remember those who have left us. So take a moment to check them out and find the perfect words to honor your loved one.

1. The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

       by Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

2. To My Dear and Loving Husband

       by Anne Bradstreet

If ever two were one, then surely we,
It is not fate, but choice, has made us so;
And when I die, my dear, forget me not,
Forget not our love, nor how we swore
To love each other till death do us part.

3. My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose

       by Robert Burns

My love is like a red, red rose,
That blooms in June’s sunshine bright;
My love is like a melody,
So sweet it charms the heart and soul.

4. How Do I Love Thee?

       by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.

5. I Will Always Love You

       by Dolly Parton

I will always love you,
I will always cherish,
Every moment I’ve spent with you,
From this day forward, forevermore.

6. You Are the Love of My Life

       by Sam Cooke

You are the love of my life,
My shining star, my guiding light;
In your eyes, my soul takes flight,
With every breath, my love for you grows stronger.

7. Unchained Melody

       by Hy Zaret and Alex North

Oh, my love, my darling,
I’ve hungered for your touch,
A long, lonely time,
And time goes by, so slowly.

8. We’ll Meet Again

       by Vera Lynn

We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when,
But I know we’ll meet again, some sunny day;
When the blue skies chase the dark clouds away.

9. You Raise Me Up

       by Rolf Lovland and Brendan Graham

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains,
You lift me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am weak,
You raise me up, to more than I can be.

10. Somewhere Over the Rainbow

       by E.Y. Harburg

Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high,
There’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby;
Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly,
Birds fly over the rainbow, why oh why can’t I.

11. I’ll Be Seeing You

       by Irving Kahal and Sammy Fain

I’ll be seeing you, in all the old familiar places,
Moonlight serenades, and candlelit embraces;
I’ll find you in the crowded rooms,
Forevermore, my love, my heart’s desire.

12. What a Wonderful World

       by Bob Thiele and George David Weiss

The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky,
Are also on the faces of people going by;
I see friends shaking hands, saying “How do you do?”
They’re really saying, “I love you.”

In Loving Memory Poems for Loved Ones

Losing someone we love is one of the hardest things we experience in life. It’s natural to want to honor them in some way, and these in loving memory poems are a beautiful way to do just that. Try them!

1. Remember Me

       by Margaret Meadows

Remember me with smiles and laughter,
For that is how I will remember you.
If tears fall, let them be few,
For I have lived a full life,
And most of all, I want to remember you.

2. Death Is Nothing at All

       by Henry Scott Holland

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away
Into the next room.
Whatever we were to each other,
That we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to 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 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 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 absolutely unbroken continuity.
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!

3. 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 did not die.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the sweet 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.

4. To Those Who Have Gone before Us

       by Anonymous

To those who have gone before us,
We owe a debt of gratitude.
For all that they have done for us,
Their legacy lives on forever.
May their memory be a blessing,
A source of strength and comfort.
May their spirit guide us,
On our journey through life.

5. Gone From Our Sight

       by Anonymous

Gone from our sight,
But never from our hearts.
Though you may be far away,
Your memory stays close.
We miss you more than words can say,
But we find comfort in the memories we shared.
You will always be with us,
In spirit, in thought, in prayer.

6. In Memoriam

       by Alfred Lord Tennyson

In memoriam,
Our dearly loved and lost,
Their memory lives on,
Forever in our thoughts.
May their souls find peace,
In the realm beyond this world,
Where love and joy abide,
And sorrow is unfelt.

7. Sleep Peacefully

       by Anonymous

Sleep peacefully, dear one,
May your rest be deep and long.
Dream of happy times and places,
Where love and laughter fill the spaces.
May your slumber be untroubled?
Free from pain and fear and strife.
Sleep peacefully, dear one,
Until we meet again in life.

8. Eternal Rest

       by Anonymous

Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord,
And let perpetual light shine upon them.
May their souls and all the souls of the faithful departed,
Through the mercy of God, rest in peace.

9. Goodnight, Dear Heart

       by Anonymous

Goodnight, dear heart,
May angels guard thee while thou sleepest,
And keep thy soul safe from all alarm.
May dreams of happiness await thee,
And may tomorrow bring thee joy.
Goodnight, dear heart,
Sweet dreams and goodbye.

10. In Loving Memory

       by Anonymous

Though you have left this earthly sphere,
Your presence lingers, ever so near.
In memories that gently unfold,
Your love and laughter, a story to be told.

In the warmth of the sun, in the moon’s soft glow,
In the gentle breeze, your spirit does flow.
In the blooming flowers, in the birds’ sweet song,
Your essence lingers, forever strong.

In the depths of our hearts, you’ll always reside,
A cherished soul, in whom we confide.
With love as our guide, we’ll carry you on,
In our hearts and memories, you’ll never be gone.

11. Forever in Our Hearts

       by Anonymous

In the stillness of the morning,
In the twilight’s gentle gleam,
Our thoughts turn to you, dear one,
A cherished soul, forever in our dreams.

Your smile, a radiant sunbeam,
Your laughter, a melody so sweet,
Your presence, a comforting haven,
A love that could never be beat.

Though you’ve left this earthly realm,
Your spirit soars, unbound and free,
In the tapestry of our lives,
Your essence forever weaves.

12. In Memory of a Beautiful Soul

       by Anonymous

A gentle soul, with a heart so kind,
A spirit so bright, forever enshrined.
In the tapestry of our lives,
Your memory shines, like the stars in the skies.

Your touch, a soothing balm,
Your words, a gentle refrain,
A presence so calming,
Easing every pain.

Though you’ve gone from our sight,
Your spirit lingers, ever so bright.
In the depths of our hearts, you’ll always reside,
A cherished soul, in whom we confide.

13. In Remembrance of a Dear Friend

       by Anonymous

A dear friend, a confidante true,
A bond that was deep, and forever grew.
Through laughter and tears, we shared it all,
A friendship that would never fall.

Though you’ve left this earthly sphere,
Your memory remains, ever so clear.
In the tapestry of our lives,
Your friendship forever weaves.

In every moment of joy,
In every moment of pain,
Your presence is with us,
A comforting refrain.

14. In Loving Memory of a Family Member

       by Anonymous

A family member, a pillar of strength,
A source of love, to which we could turn at length.
Through thick and thin, you were always there,
A guiding light, with love to share.

Though you’ve left this earthly domain,
Your memory lingers, like a gentle rain.
In the tapestry of our lives,
Your love forever shines.

In every family gathering,
In every moment of need,
Your presence is with us,
A comforting seed.

15. In Loving Memory of a Bright Flame

       by Anonymous

A flame so bright, it danced and swayed,
Illuminating all who came its way.
A beacon of hope, a guiding star,
A life well-lived, shining from afar.

With warmth and passion, it burned so keen,
Touching hearts with its vibrant sheen.
A spirit so strong, a soul so bold,
A story to be told, a legend to unfold.

But like all flames, it came to an end,
Leaving behind a void that will never mend.
Yet in the darkness, a flicker remains,
A memory that time cannot erase.

For the flame’s essence lives on in our hearts,
A guiding light that never departs.
In every smile, in every tear,
The flame’s presence is ever so near.

So let us cherish the time we had,
With the flame that burned so bright and glad.
And though it’s gone, its legacy will stay,
Forever etched in our hearts, come what may.

In Loving Memory Poems for Funerals

These touching and heartfelt remembrance poems for funerals are a perfect tribute to honor your loved ones and say goodbye. So, take a moment to explore these beautiful poems and find the perfect way to honor their memory.

1. Your Spirit

       by T. Von Reichenbach

I know that no matter what
You will always be with me.
When life separates us
I’ll know it is only your soul
Saying goodbye to your body
But your spirit will be with me always.
When I see a bird chirping on a nearby branch
I will know it is you singing to me.
When a butterfly brushes gently by me so care freely
I will know it is you assuring me you are free from pain.
When the gentle fragrance of a flower catches my attention
I will know it is you reminding me
To appreciate the simple things in life.
When the sun shining through my window awakens me
I will feel the warmth of your love.
When I hear the rain pitter patter against my window sill
I will hear your words of wisdom
And will remember what you taught me so well’
That without rain trees cannot grow
Without rain flowers cannot bloom
Without life’s challenges I cannot grow strong.
When I look out to the sea
I will think of your endless love for your family.
When I think of mountains, their majesty and magnificence
I will think of your courage for your country.
No matter where I am
Your spirit will be beside me
For I know that no matter what
You will always be with me.

2. Do not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

       by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

3. Epitaph

       by Merrit Malloy

When I die
give what’s left of me away
to children
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
around anyone
and give them
what you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something,
something better
than words
or sounds.

Look for me
in the people I’ve known
or loved,
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
by letting
hands touch hands,
by letting
bodies touch bodies,
and by letting go
of children
that need to be free.

Love doesn’t die,
people do.
So, when all that’s left of me
is love,
give me away.

I’ll see you at home
in the earth.

4. Her Smile

       by Anonymous

Though her smile is gone forever
and her hand I cannot touch
I still have so many memories
Of the one I loved so much.
Her memory is now my keepsake
Which with I’ll never part.
God has her in her keeping
I have her in my heart.
Sadly missed, but never forgotten.

5. His Journey’s Just Begun

       by Ellen Brenneman

Don’t think of him as gone away
his journey’s just begun,
life holds so many facets
this earth is only one.
Just think of him as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years.
Think how he must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.
And think of him as living
in the hearts of those he touched…
for nothing loved is ever lost
and he was loved so much.

6. Life Goes on

       by Joyce Grenfell

If I should go before the rest of you
Break not a flower
Nor inscribe a stone
Nor when I am gone
Speak in a Sunday voice
But be the usual selves
That I have known

Weep if you must
Parting is hell
But life goes on
So…sing as well

7. There is no Light Without a Dawning

       by Helen Steiner Rice

No winter without a 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 a restless, care worn world
Into a brighter day.

8. I Carry Your Heart with Me

       by E. E. Cummings

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart).

9. He is Gone (Remember Me)

       by David Harkins

You can shed tears that he is gone,
Or you can smile because he lived,
You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back,
Or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left.

Your heart can be empty because you can’t see him
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 him and only that he is gone
Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on,
You can cry and close your mind be empty and turn your back,
Or you can do what he would want: smile, open your eyes,
love and go on.

10. In My Mind

       by Jenn Farrell

Somewhere in my dreams tonight
I’ll see you standing there
You look at me with a smile
“Life isn’t always fair”

You say you were chosen for his garden
His preciously hand picked bouquet
“God really needed me,
That’s why I couldn’t stay”

It’s said to be that angels
Are sent from above
I’ve always had my angel
My [relation to deceased] — whose heart was filled with love

Wherever the ocean meets the sky
There will be memories of you and I
When I look up at the sky so blue
All I see are visions of you
“While there’s a heart in me, you’ll be a part of me.”

11. After Glow

       by Anonymous

I’d like the memory of me
to be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an after glow
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

12. When I Must Leave You

       by Helen Steiner Rice

When I must leave you
For a little while;
Please do not grieve
And shed wild tears
And hug your sorrow to you
Through the years,

But start out bravely
With a gallant smile;
And for my sake
And for my name
Live on and do
all things the same,

Feed not your loneliness
On empty days,
But fill each waking hour
In useful ways,

Reach out your hand
In comfort and in cheer
And I in turn will comfort you
And hold you near;

And never, never
Be afraid to die
For I am waiting for you in the sky!

13. It Will Never Be Goodbye…

       by Anonymous

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.

14. The Broken Chain

       by Ron Tranmer

We little knew the day that
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn’t go alone.
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.

You left us peaceful memories.
Your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you
You are always at our side.

Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same,
but as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again.

15. Away

       by James Whitcomb Riley

I cannot say and I will not say
That he is dead, he is just away.
With a cheery smile and a wave of hand
He has wandered into an unknown land;
And left us dreaming how very fair
Its needs must be, since he lingers there.
And you — oh you, who the wildest yearn
From the old-time step and the glad return —
Think of him faring on, as dear
In the love of there, as the love of here
Think of him still the same way, I say;
He is not dead, he is just away.

16. She’s in the Sun, the Wind, the Rain

       by Christy Ann Martine

She’s in the sun, the wind, the rain,
she’s in the air you breathe
with every breath you take.
She sings a song of hope and cheer,
there’s no more pain, no more fear.
You’ll see her in the clouds above,
hear her whisper words of love,
you’ll be together before long,
until then, listen for her song.

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

       by Anonymous

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.

18. I’ll Be There

       by Anonymous

There was no time to say goodbye
But this I ask – please do not cry
Remember me as you think best
The happy time – forget the rest.

Look for me and I’ll be there
And you will find me everywhere
In the gentle touch of breeze
That cools the skin or swirls the leaves.

In the scent and colour of flowers
That gave to me such happy hours
On sunny days under sunny skies of blue
Just think of me, I’ll be with you.

In winter when there’s cloud or mist
The rain will give to you my kiss
As wood smoke lingers in the air
Look for me and I’ll be there.

Where seagulls cry above the sea
And surf rolls in so endlessly
Among towering trees that soar above
In all these things that i once loved
Look for me and I’ll be there
You’ll feel my presence everywhere.

19. When Tomorrow Starts Without Me

       by David M. Romano

When tomorrow starts without me and I am not here to see
If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me
I know how much you love me as much as I love you
And each time you think of me I know you’ll miss me too.

But when tomorrow starts without me please try to understand
That Jesus came and called my name and took me by the hand.
He said my place is ready in heaven far above
And that I have to leave behind all those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away a tear fell from my eye
For all my life I’d always thought it wasn’t my time to die.
I had so much to live for and so much yet to do
It seems almost impossible that I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays the good ones and the bad
I thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had.
If I could have stayed for just a little while
I’d say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realize that this could never be
For emptiness and memories would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things that I’d miss come tomorrow
I thought of you and when I did my heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through Heaven’s gate and felt so much at home
As God looked down and smiled at me from his great golden throne.
He said This is eternity And all I’ve promised you
Today your life on earth is past but here it starts anew.

I promise no tomorrow but today will always last
And since each day’s the same here there’s no longing for the past.
So when tomorrow starts without me don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me I’m right here in your heart.

20. Fallen Limb

       by Anonymous

A limb has fallen from the family tree.
I keep hearing a voice that says, “Grieve not for me”.
Remember the best times, the laughter, the song.
The good life I lived while I was strong.

Continue my heritage, I’m counting on you.
Keep smiling and surely the sun will shine through.
My mind is at ease, my soul is at rest.
Remembering all, how I truly was blessed.

Continue traditions, no matter how small.
Go on with your life, don’t worry about falls
I miss you all dearly, so keep up your chin.
Until the day comes we’re together again.

21. Crossing the Bar

       by Lord Alfred Tennyson

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.

22. Should You Go First

       by A.A. 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 length’ning shadows ahall 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

23. Warm Summer Sun

       by Mark Twain

Warm summer sun, shine kindly here;
Warm southern wind, blow softly here;
Green sod above, lie light, lie light;
Good night, dear heart, good night, good night.

24. Memories in the Heart

       by Anonymous

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

25. Consolation

       by Robert Louis Stevenson

Though he, that ever kind and true,
Kept stoutly step by step with you,
Your whole long, gusty lifetime through,
Be gone a while before,
Be now a moment gone before,
Yet, doubt not, soon the seasons shall restore
Your friend to you.

He has but turned the corner — still
He pushes on with right good will,
Through mire and marsh, by heugh and hill,
That self-same arduous way —
That self-same upland, hopeful way,
That you and he through many a doubtful day
Attempted still.

He is not dead, this friend — not dead,
But in the path we mortals tread
Got some few, trifling steps ahead
And nearer to the end;
So that you too, once past the bend,
Shall meet again, as face to face, this friend
You fancy dead.

Push gaily on, strong heart! The while
You travel forward mile by mile,
He loiters with a backward smile
Till you can overtake,
And strains his eyes to search his wake,
Or whistling, as he sees you through the brake,
Waits on a stile.

In Loving Memory Poems for Friends

Losing a friend is never easy, and it’s natural to want to honor their memory in a special way. So take a moment to peruse these touching memorial poems for friends and find the perfect words to express the love and gratitude you have for your friend who may no longer be with you physically but will always be with you in spirit. Check them out!

1. Friendship

       by Ralph Waldo Emerson

The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand,
Nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship;
It is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him.

2. To the Memory of My Beloved Friend

       by William Wordsworth

Farewell, dear friend! My heart is sore,
But I will not lament thee;
Thou art gone to the grave,
But thou shalt live in my memory.

3. In Memory of a Happy Hour

       by Edna St. Vincent Millay

The moon was like a flower,
Soft and delicate and pale,
And the sky was like a bower,
Full of sweetness and fragrance.
And thus we sat,
Two friends, alone,
In perfect harmony.

4. Memory

       by Christina 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.

5. In Memory of My Dear Friend

       by Robert Burns

Farewell, thou noble, generous, and free-hearted man,
Thy friendship was a gift from heaven above;
And though thou art now called to join the choirs of the blessed,
Thy memory will forever dwell in my bosom, a token of true love.

6. To the Memory of My Friend

       by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Adieu, the voice that answered mine,
The echo of my thoughts, the friend divine;
The pilgrim of Eternity, whose steps
Were pacing with my own, in union sweet.

7. In Loving Memory

       by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

So you have passed into the silence,
My dear, dear friend so true;
But your memory will live on and on,
A precious treasure, pure and tender,
As the flowers that bloom in springtime,
Or the stars that twinkle bright in the evening dew.

8. To My Friend

       by Walt Whitman

O my friend, what shall I say to you,
What can I say, that has not been said before?
You have gone from me, and left me lonely,
But your memory will live on, forevermore.

9. In Memory of My Friend

       by John Keats

Farewell, dear friend, farewell!
Thou hast left behind a memory,
A memory that will not fade,
A memory that will not decay.
Thou wert a flower among men,
A star that shone in darkness,
A ray of hope in despair,
A beacon in the storm.

10. To the Memory Of My Lost Friend

       by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I remember the day and the hour,
When we first met, and how we swore
To be friends till death us do part,
And cherish each other in our heart.
But fate has taken thee away,
And now I sit here, alone and gray,
With only memories to console me,
And the whisperings of yester-year.

11. Forever in My Heart

       by Christina Rossetti

How can I forget you? While I still remember
A touch, a word, a look, a smile, a tear,
A voice, a step, a memory ever near!
I have not lost you – you are with me still;
I see you in the sunshine and the rain,
I hear you in the laughter and the pain.
You are with me in the silence of the night,
And in the busy day, you are my light.

12. A Friend Remembered

       by Anonymous

A friend is gone, but not forgotten,
Their memory lives on, forever cherished.
In the laughter and tears we shared,
A bond was formed, forever paired.

Through the years, our friendship grew,
A tapestry of moments, old and new.
In the depths of our hearts, they’ll always reside,
A cherished friend, in whom we confide.

13. In Memoriam

       by Alfred Lord Tennyson

In those dark days of loss and pain,
A friend’s memory, like a gentle rain,
Soothes the soul and brings relief,
In the depths of sorrow and grief.

Their laughter echoes in the air,
Their smile, a beacon, shining bright and fair.
In the tapestry of our lives, they’ll always be,
A cherished friend, eternally.

14. A Friendship Forever Cherished

       by Anonymous

A friendship forged in moments shared,
Through laughter, tears, and moments cared.
A bond so strong, it would never fray,
A friendship that would forever stay.

Though time has passed, and you’re no more,
Your memory lives on, forevermore.
In the depths of our hearts, you’ll always reside,
A cherished friend, in whom we confide.

In Loving Memory Poems for Someone Who Died

Losing someone we love is never easy. It’s tough to say goodbye when we know that we will never see them again. It’s even harder when we’re never quite sure what to say to honor their memory. But these poems about remembering someone who died are a beautiful way to pay tribute to your loved ones who have passed on.

1. Remember Me

       by Margaret Mead

To the living, I am gone.
To the sorrowful, I will never return.
To the angry, I was cheated.
But to the happy, I am at peace.
And to the faithful, I have never left.
I cannot speak, but I can listen.
I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore, gazing at a beautiful sea—remember me.
As you look in awe at a mighty forest and its grand majesty—remember me.
As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity—remember me.
Remember me in your heart, your thoughts, your memories of the times we loved,
the times we cried, the times we fought, the times we laughed.
For if you always think of me, I will never be gone.

2. Epitaph on a Friend

       by Robert Burns

An honest man here lies at rest,
The friend of man, the friend of truth,
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Few hearts like his, with virtue warm’d,
Few heads with knowledge so inform’d:
If there’s another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.

3. Remember

       by Christina 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 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.

4. He is Gone

       by David Harkins

You can shed tears that he is gone,
Or you can smile because he lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back,
Or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see him,
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 him only that he is gone,
Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back,
Or you can do what he would want: smile, open your eyes, love, and go on.

5. In Loving Memory

       by Robert Frost

He drew his plans against the failing light,
And left a half-built tower that we call life,
A crooked road, yet welcoming home.
And many little projects here and there
Drawn with a pencil on a small piece of paper.

6. In Remembrance of a Beloved Pet

       by Anonymous

A beloved pet, a furry friend,
A loyal companion, till the very end.
With wagging tails and playful paws,
You filled our lives with endless cause for applause.

Though you’ve crossed the rainbow bridge,
Your memory remains, forever etched.
In the depths of our hearts, you’ll always reside,
A cherished companion, in whom we confide.

In every sunny stroll,
In every gentle breeze,
Your presence is with us,
Easing our unease.

7. In Loving Memory of a Lost Loved One

       by Anonymous

A lost loved one, a soul so dear,
A cherished presence, ever so near.
Though you’ve left this earthly realm,
Your love and laughter, forever at the helm.

In the warmth of the sun,
In the moon’s soft glow,
In the gentle breeze,
Your spirit does flow.

In the blooming flowers,
In the birds’ sweet song,
Your essence lingers,
Forever strong.

8. In Remembrance of a Kind Spirit

       by Anonymous

A kind spirit, with a gentle soul,
A heart that touched many, making them whole.
Through acts of compassion, you spread your light,
Leaving a trail of warmth and delight.

Though you’ve departed from this earthly scene,
Your kindness blooms, evergreen.
In the tapestry of lives you’ve touched,
Your legacy of love, forever clutched.

9. In Loving Memory of a Bright Flame

       by Anonymous

A bright flame, burning so intense,
A life lived with passion, making a difference.
With unwavering spirit, you chased your dreams,
Leaving behind a legacy that gleams.

Though your flame has flickered and dimmed,
Your brilliance shines, forever unconfined.
In the hearts of those you’ve inspired,
Your spirit ignites, forever fired.

10. In Remembrance of a Cherished Memory

       by Anonymous

A cherished memory, a moment so dear,
A glimpse of a life, forever held near.
In the depths of our hearts, it will always reside,
A treasure to cherish, in which we confide.

Final Thoughts

Writing poems to honor a loved one is an incredibly important way to remember someone special.

This post has given some creative, unique and heartfelt in loving memory poems as examples of how you can keep the memory of your loved one alive, no matter how great or small the gesture may be.

Whether it’s a poem for their memorial service, an ode to their life or a personalized expression of love – these funeral poems were designed to show that words are powerful.

They can make all the difference in how we commemorate our beloved family members and friends who have passed.

It is our hope that when facing difficulties within grief you find comfort through creative expression.

Please comment in the comments section below about this post—we would love to hear your stories or your creative attempts at honoring someone special.

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