Top 100 Poems About: FUNERAL

In this page, poems on / about “funeral” are listed.
  • 1.
    O Captain! My Captain!

    O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
    The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
    The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, read more »

    Walt Whitman
  • 2.
    Age And Death

    Come closer, kind, white, long-familiar friend,
    Embrace me, fold me to thy broad, soft breast.
    Life has grown strange and cold, but thou dost bend read more »

    Emma Lazarus
  • 3.
    If I Should Die


    If I should die,
    And you should live— read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 4.
    When I Am Dead, My Dearest

    When I am dead, my dearest,
    Sing no sad songs for me;
    Plant thou no roses at my head,
    Nor shady cypress tree: read more »

    Christina Georgina Rossetti
  • 5.
    Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

    Do not stand at my grave and weep
    I am not there. I do not sleep.
    I am a thousand winds that blow.
    I am the diamond glints on snow. read more »

    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  • 6.
    Night Funeral In Harlem

    Night funeral
    In Harlem:

    Where did they get read more »

    Langston Hughes
  • 7.

    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, read more »

    Robert Louis Stevenson
  • 8.
    In Flanders Field

    In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly read more »

    John McCrae
  • 9.
    Sonnet 71: No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead

    No longer mourn for me when I am dead
    Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
    Give warning to the world that I am fled
    From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell. read more »

    William Shakespeare
  • 10.
    For The Union Dead

    The old South Boston Aquarium stands
    in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows are boarded.
    The bronze weathervane cod has lost half its scales.
    The airy tanks are dry. read more »

    Robert Lowell
  • 11.
    A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London

    Never until the mankind making
    Bird beast and flower
    Fathering and all humbling darkness
    Tells with silence the last light breaking read more »

    Dylan Thomas
  • 12.
    On Death

    Then Almitra spoke, saying, 'We would ask now of Death.'
    And he said:
    You would know the secret of death. read more »

    Khalil Gibran
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