All verses featured on this website are free to use during any ceremony, although it is good practice to make sure the author is mentioned, if known. She wore her earringsLike a queenWith regal graceAnd a silent dignityThat only a womanWho knows who she isCan possess. The poems on this page are suitable for any loved one. You filled our home with happinessand made our life complete.The time we had with youwas far too short, but oh so sweet. But all the feelings that are nowSo vivid and so realCant hold their fresh intensityAs time begins to heal. You took a piece of me with you the day you left,leaving me unable to catch my breath. 150+ Best Funeral Poems for a Loved One - Love Lives On Cricket Poems - Poem Searcher Ill place a stone of amethyst, He said.For all the times you spent on your knees,when you asked if Id take care of your children,and then for having faith in Me., I have a pearl for every little sacrificethat you made without them knowing.For all the times you went without,to keep them happy, healthy and growing., And last of all I have a diamond,the greatest one of all,for sharing unconditional lovewhether they were big or small., It was you love that helped them growFeeling safe and happy and proudA love so strong and pureIt could shift the darkest cloud., After the Lord placed the last jewel in,He said, Your crown is now complete,Youve earned your place in HeavenWith your children at your feet., by Lewis Haynes (slightly adapted by Mark Gregory). The city . 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 dayYou tell me of . Do not go gentle into that good night, That taketh all things under wing. Then there are the moves;Always limited,restricted by the fear of capture, of failure,there are only so many times we can move sideways,move forwards,before we feel the fear of being too far out, too vulnerable. We open the cupboard filled to the brimAnd wonder which game will be todays unholy sin:The boxes are faded and tattered, well worn,All filled with memories from since we were born.Theres dice and board, and card and stickWhich is the one that will be todays pick? Oh dear, if youre reading this right now,I must have given up the ghost.I hope you can forgive me for beingSuch a stiff and unwelcoming host. So tell me, what do you do up in heaven?Are your days filled with love and light?Is there music? One, two, three,Dont cry for me,Four, five, sixIve had my kicks. Under the wide and starry sky,Dig the grave and let me lie.Glad did I live and gladly die,And I laid me down with a will. Farewell My Friend Judy Marriott A poem written for a friend who was by the authors side for many years.Friend Poem anon A poem about always being there for those you love.Goodbye My Friend Karla Bonoff A sorrowful goodbye to a friend who was with us through all of lifes moments.My Wish For You Debra Chesnoff A poem originally written for a good friend diagnosed with a terminal disease.A Real Friend anon A verse comparing a simple friend to a true friend. Whee, in the airThe balls roll around, wheel on his wheeling hands,Learning the ways of lightness, alter to spheresGrazing his finger ends,Cling to their courses there,Swinging a small heaven about his ears. My big right hand, gloved and fisted, Feeling now, the throttle twisted, Crisp exhaust roar, sounding sweet, Drop the clutch, and hit the street, The revs rise sharply, grab next gear, Excitement tinged with hint of fear, Watch that tacho needle wind, All and sundry left behind. They have outlivedtheir usefulness and cannot get warm and full.You talk to the clothes and explain that he is not coming back. Remember how we made our special dateSame day of the week and at the same placeBehaving like young teenagers we wereTho wed been married many a year. I lie wrapped in a tapestry,Stitched with every memory,That we have shared together,Through calm and stormy weather,By each others side. The first verse of Sir Henry Newbolt's 'Play the Game'? Im giving up bridge Tonights my last nightIts amen to Staymen, I give up the fight.The insults and muddles are giving me troublesAnd I cant sleep at night for thinking of doubles. All these visions give me hopeThat death is not the endThat an eternity awaits usThat together we will spend. Once it was new, best thing on the road,But now its just old; so whos driving this car? Sorry didnt read OP properly! Afterglow - Helen Lowrie Marshall Ill give the angelsBack their wingsAnd risk the lossOf everything. I pray the Captain sets his fieldWith telepathic skill,That all his plans work wellAnd that the catches do not spill. She touched the hearts of everyone she knew.Letting her go was so hard to do.Her smile could brighten up the darkest room.I wish you didnt have to take her so soon. I was here, I used it all,and now I am at peace. So be kind to your partners and dont mind their cheek.For its only a game Oh! Were in seven spades and all my hope fadesWhen surprise, surprise, the high bidding pays!Were winning all tricks, the defenders feel sick,And I have to admit my partners a brick. A Boy and His Dad by Edgar A. Ill never get to see your precious face;or whisper words to make you feel safeIll never get to hold you tightwhen you cant sleep at nightIll never get to sing to you a sweet lullaby,to calm you down when you cryIll never get to fall asleep with you in my arms,all bundled in a blanket to keep you warmIll never get to hear you laugh and giggleor see you little toes wiggleThere are many things I will never get to do,but the hardest is not being with you. The teams. So let us honour and rememberThe warriors spirit that lives onFor it will be with us foreverIn every battle, lost or won. Alcohol. Poems for those who suffered from dementia during their life. Whenever Im upset I know yourethere with a shoulder to cry on.Whenever I face a problem and need some helpI know you are one I can rely on. And what do we see?There is a new star shining in the sky tonight. Our Alley,who art in BowlingHallowed by thy lanesThy strikes will comeThy will be doneOn approach as it is on releaseGive us this game our weekly bowling nightAnd forgive us our splitsAs we forgive thoseWho excessively celebrate against us.Lead us not into the gutterBut deliver us from the ten pin.For ever and EverBowl Men. Now Grandmas gone to heaven,But her quilts will long remain,Their beauty and their warmth live on,A comforting, loving refrain. The warriors spirit is like a flameThat burns so bright, lighting the wayAnd its fire will always remainIn the hearts of those who train each day. The place was very quiet,But not too quiet. Mother wore an ample apronTo cover her clean dress.Shed tell you thats what it was forIf you asked her, I would guess. We pushed them and we shoved them, Tolerated, and loved them, Glad we had them, at times we dont know why, Pray they do stay out of strife, Make the best of their sweet life, Cant bear the thought that one day they may die. Some light up rooms with their laughterOthers brighten the world with a smile.Many will make you feel happyBy sitting nearby for a while. Ah: badminton, tennis, andping-pong: obsessive,repetitive, & Kafkamight have invented tennis-scoring,Love equated with Zero, Fifteenpulled out of a surrealists head. Ill walk the extra mile.Not because I have to, but because its worth my while.I know that I am different, when I stand on a crowded street.I know the fullness of winning, Ive tasted the cup of defeat. Poems for those who excelled at the supple sport of gymnastics, at whatever level. You tell the worn raincoat that if you talk about it,you will finally let grief out. They say I walk with ease.Though trained for bodily harm, my intentions are for peace.The world may come and go, but a different path Ill choose.A path I will not stray from, no matter, win or lose. Free Funeral Poems and Memorial Verses - Next Gen Memorials Don't know if your F-in-Law was a church go-er but a good single line quote from the great Dickie Bird is below "Nid siocled yw popeth brown." When I speak your name,It still brings music to my ears,And I can still see your smileAs if heaven is so near. Crickets Poems - Modern Award-winning Crickets Poetry : All Poetry Poems / Crickets Poems - The best poetry on the web Flowermuse Follow Feb 14 Haiga 2-14-23B Feb 14, Stan Rodriguez haiga---haiga---springs color crickets Like ( 2) 2 The Lady of Perelen Follow Feb 2 Natural jazz Saxophone grooving with A twilight metronome Some people say keeping a barIs the worst job on the EarthI know the truth; how wrong they areIf only they knew its worth! Below are the all-time best Rugby poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. So, think about this long and hard.Are there things youd like to change?For you never know how much time is leftThat can still be rearranged. The lowest of them all is Ace,but sometimes hes on top aboveand thats the moral of this verse:dont give up the game of love. We will miss each other for awhile,But you will come and bring your smile.That wont be long you will see,Till were together you and me. It pictures death as an old friend, rather than something to be feared, which might be of some comfort to those in mourning. Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.I have sent up my gladness on wings, to be lost in the blue of the sky.I have run and leaped with the rain, I have taken the wind to my breast.My cheek like a drowsy child to the face of the earth I have pressed. What secrets are revealedWhilst mirrored in that chairAll caped or gowned and waitingFor the trusted hairdresser to share, As scissors work at a frenzyFeverishly between cuts and snipsShe listens intently with friendly earEmpathy at her finger tips. Poems for petrol heads, or simply for those who enjoyed a Sunday drive. But here is your race medalFrom me with all my heartYoull wear my gold at every stepAnd we will never be apart. Theres food down my shirt-front and some in my beardCos I eat off my knee and I dont think its weird;When I lounge in my armchair while watching the tellyAnd my food drips unheeded all over my bellyIts a trait of the aged from here to Japan;A perk just for being a grumpy old man. Think of me as one at rest,for me you should not weepI have no pain no troubled thoughtsfor I am just asleepThe living thinking me that was,is now forever stillAnd life goes on without me now,as time forever will. Pirouette, PirouetteDancers silhouettePracticing at duskDedication is a must. While most of us are fast asleepAs the moon begins its fall,And drifts its gentle lightAcross the clock upon the wall;Theres others who have left their bedsTheres hoof beats in the dawn,And out upon the training trackThe music of the morn.The frost lays thick upon the groundAnd shines upon the roofs,And all around, the lovely soundA thousand steel shod hoofs,A scraping here, a snorting thereA jockeys curse, a whinny;A trainer feeling tender legsDamn, that colts gone shinny.The flaring nostrils show soft red,A roll, hose, scrape and lead,The rug thrown on, and off back homeTo munch the morning feedAnd as they leave, some more come inWhile the sun turns red at dawnTo the clatter of a thousand hoofs,The music of the morn.So when I die I hope that ICan chat with old Saint Peter,And that dear chap would understandThat nothing could be sweeterFor me, to go where the horses runDown a track thats long and worn,To hear once more, the glorious sound;The music of the morn. And Lord I pray that tonight or sometime real soon,I get to raise my voice in praise Praise that you deserve When I get to shout out BINGO! My grandfathers clock was too large for the shelf,So it stood ninety years on the floor.It was taller by half than the old man himself,Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,And was always his treasure and pride;But it stopped short never to go again When the old man died. He noted that first came the date of birthAnd spoke the following date with tears,But he said what mattered most of allWas the dash between those years. Please know how many lives you touch.These words are my present. A broad demographic, some salt of the earthWho with them they bring passion, character and worthThe owners, the trainers, the jockeys, the stridethe horses, the strappers, the dreams and the pride. I hear you whisper softly in my earTake a step forward, dont worry dearYou have my blessing, your life to enhanceKeep dancing to music of the Tea Dance.. You truly inspire. Sown in the earth by skillful handsBrought forth by sun and storm,Destined for a harvest dayFulfilled when ripe grain forms. t206 walter johnson portrait; family jealous of my success Dont get your feet wet when you throw,And to this advice please hark,Take up a firm but easy stance Behind the eight-foot mark! The morning mist had lifted,And the sun was shining bright.I poured myself a cup of tea,And sat and watched the light. The strings were tied, it was freshly washed, and maybe even pressed.For Grandma, it was every day to choose one when she dressed.The simple apron that it was, you would never think about.the things she used it for, that made it look worn out. Great souls die andour reality, bound tothem, takes leave of us.Our souls,dependent upon theirnurture,now shrink, wizened.Our minds, formedand informed by theirradiance, fall away.We are not so much maddenedas reduced to the unutterable ignorance ofdark, cold caves. Margaret Thatchers ashes are to be interred at the Royal Chelsea Hospital. The sadness of the present daysIs locked and set in time.And moving to the futureIs a slow and painful climb. Farewell my friend, youre leaving.Its time for you to go.Your friendship was a blessing,And I will miss you so.We shared so many secrets.You brightened up my days.You brought me so much happinessWith your kind and loving ways.You lifted up my spiritsWhen I was feeling blue.No matter what was happening,You knew just what to do.We ran between the raindropsAnd walked beneath the sun,Ran barefoot in the summertime,And oh, we had such fun.Through all the ups and downs of lifeThe good times and the sad,From high school days to golden years,The best friend I ever had.God is here to take you home.Now you and I must part.I love you, and foreverYou will live within my heart. cricket poems for funerals And though we wish it couldhave stayed, we feel so lucky to have seen it. Thanks Poems about people who liked a drink - in a healthy way. On a warm summers eveningOn a train bound for nowhereI met up with the gamblerWe were both too tired to sleepSo we took turns a-starinOut the window at the darknessThe boredom overtook usAnd he began to speak. He said, Son, Ive made a lifeOut of readin peoples facesKnowin what the cards wereBy the way they held their eyesSo if you dont mind my sayinI can see youre out of acesFor a taste of your whiskeyIll give you some advice.. There are candles in the night,flickering souls fighting back the dark:these are the angels of the abyss,holding back the blackness that consumes us. Foster A poem for a child born with a disability who is lost to the world too soon. The poet laureate, Simon Armitage, has released a poem to mark the death of Queen Elizabeth II. When I was knee high, I was immortalBecause my Mum always held my handI knew no harm would come to meIn this, the safest place in the land, Her hands were always there to guide meTo show me where to goHer hands were forever knittingTo keep us warm in Winters snow, They were there to wave me offEach morning when I left for schoolBecause you know she wouldnt let meGrow up to be no fool, As I started to grow olderI would walk of my own accordAnd those hands once there for safetyChanged roles to encourage and applaud, Later when I took a hand in marriageWith new little hands to hold in mineShe was always there when neededTo take their hands and give us time, For many years they still held strongWrapping presents as each birthday came alongGiving out big hugs at ChristmasIn the growing family throng, But then they started to become unsureNot remembering what to doSo I knew that it was my timeTo hold her hand and help her through, We walked so many milesIn corridors hand in handI just hope that in her own mindWe were walking in the sand.
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