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Mourning the Loss of a Brother Through Poems
The best poems for funerals and memorial services. Poetry read at a funeral is an eloquent way to pay tribute to the life and legacy of someone you love. For the bereaved, poems about dying, the pain of loss, grief, mourning, the afterlife, or rebirth can bring comfort and be a source of inspiration and hope. Here is a collection of some of the best funeral poems of all time, organized by theme, sentiment, and relationship to the deceased:. Wintry days are over; Hope again, with April smile, Violets sows and clover. Not a bird upon the bough Can repress its rapture, Not a bud that blossoms now But doth beauty capture. An angel softly walks, With pale sweet face, and eye cast meekly down, The while from withered leaves and flowerless stalks She weaves my fitting crown.
When a friend or family member passes, sometimes the power of words can help you grieve — whether you follow a religion or not. Of course the Bible, the Quran, the Talmud, or whatever religious text you believe in can have comforting and honest words for what you are experiencing, but for those who might not belong to a church or other group, there are non-religious poems about losing a loved one that can help.
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Other Poems About the Death of a Brother
A sleep I shall have A rest I shall have Yet death will be but a pause For the peace of my years In the long green grass Will be yours and yours and yours. A limb has fallen from the family tree. Remember the best times, the laughter, the song. The good life I lived while I was strong. Keep smiling and surely the sun will shine through.
If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam, And noon should burn, As it has usual done; If birds should build as early, And bees as bustling go,— One might depart at option From enterprise below! It make the parting tranquil And keeps the soul serene, That gentlemen so sprightly Conduct the pleasing scene! How wonderful is Death, Death, and his brother Sleep! There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through a tunnel, in it darkness, darkness, darkness, like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves, as though we were drowning inside our hearts, as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul. And there are corpses, feet made of cold and sticky clay, death is inside the bones, like a barking where there are no dogs, coming out from bells somewhere, from graves somewhere, growing in the damp air like tears of rain. Sometimes I see alone coffins under sail, embarking with the pale dead, with women that have dead hair, with bakers who are as white as angels, and pensive young girls married to notary publics, caskets sailing up the vertical river of the dead, the river of dark purple, moving upstream with sails filled out by the sound of death, filled by the sound of death which is silence.