Non-Religious Funeral Poems

In the event that you are having a funeral or commemoration beyond the chapel, or in a mainstream setting, or on the other hand on the off chance that the individual you are memorializing isn’t a strict individual or a skeptic, then nonstrict funeral poems can be the ideal method for expressing your sentiments or honor your cherished one. There are various poems and readings to look over, short, long, and in the middle. The following are a couple of models of nonstrict dedication or funeral poems.

Remember

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 planned:

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.

Christina Rosetti

 

 

Something Beautiful Remains

The tide recedes but leaves behind

bright seashells on the sand.

The sun goes down, but gentle

warmth still lingers on the land.

The music stops, and yet it echoes

on in sweet refrains…..

For every joy that passes,

something beautiful remains.

Author Unknown

 

Plant thou no roses at my head

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.

Christina Rosetti

 

Loving Memories (Your Gentle Face)

Your gentle face and patient smile

With sadness we recall,

You had a kindly word for each

And died beloved by all.

The voice is mute and stilled the heart

That loved us well and true,

Ah, bitter was the trial to part

From one so good as you.

You are not forgotten loved one

Nor will you ever be,

As long as life and memory last

We will remember thee.

We miss you now, our hearts are sore,

As time goes by we miss you more.

Your loving smile, your gentle face,

No one can fill your empty place.

Author Unknown

 

Do Not Stand At my Grave And Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I did 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.

Mary Elizabeth Frye

 

 

Funeral Blues

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 airplanes 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 every one;

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.

1. H. Auden

 

Four Candles

The first candle represents our grief.

The pain of losing you is intense.

It reminds us of the depth of our love for you.

This second candle represents our courage.

To confront our sorrow,

To comfort each other,

To change our lives.

This third candle we light in your memory.

For the times we laughed,

The times we cried,

The times we were angry with each other,

The silly things you did,

The caring and joy you gave us.

This fourth candle we light for our love.

We light this candle that your light will always shine.

As we enter this holiday season and share this night of remembrance

with our family and friends.

We cherish the special place in our hearts

that will always be reserved for you.

We thank you for the gift

your living brought to each of us.

We love you.

We remember you.

Unknown Author

 

Remember Me

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 the shore

Gazing at the beautiful sea, remember me

As you look in awe at a mighty forest

And in its grand majesty, remember me

Remember me in your hearts,

In your thoughts, and the memories of the

Times we loved, the times we cried,

the battle we fought and the times we laughed

For if you always think of me,

I will never have gone.

Anon

 

Goodbye, My Friend

Though we never know

Where life will take us,

I know it’s just a ride

On the wheel.

And we never know

When death will shake us

And we wonder how

It will feel.

So Goodbye my friend.

I know I’ll never see you again.

But the time together

Through all the years,

Will take away these tears.

It’s OK now – Goodbye my friend.

I see a lot of things

That make me crazy,

And I guess I held on to you,

You could have run away

And left – well maybe,

But it wasn’t time

And we both knew.

So Goodbye My friend.

I know I’ll never see you again.

But the love you gave me

Through all the years

Will take away these tears.

I’m OK now – Goodbye my friend.

-Anonymous

 

Because I Could Not Stop For Death

Because I could not stop for death

He kindly stopped for me

The carriage held but just ourselves

And immortality.

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

Emily Dickinson