In Memory Poems

In Memory Poems

In Loving Memory Poems

The act of creating a poem is a memorial for one who has passed away. It is an act of spirituality. A memorial tells the world that while our loved one may be gone his or her spirit lives on. This individual will forever be tied together in the circle of life. Our Loved One's life mattered and continues to matter. Their acts of goodness and courage will never be forgotten. A memorial is a way to remember a loved one forever.

59 Remembrance Poems to Remember Loved Ones

  1. 1. My Memory Library

    I wrote this poem so that I could try and lift my spirits when I miss my loved ones very much. To suffer loss is such an awful experience; sometimes you have to experience bad times to know how a good time feels. I try to remember the good times; you'll need them to be able to look back and smile...

    Imagine if I was given one moment,
    just a single slice of my past.
    I could hold it close forever,
    and that moment would always last.

    I'd put the moment in a safe,
    within my heart's abode.
    I could open it when I wanted,
    and only I would know the code.

    I could choose a time of laughing,
    a time of happiness and fun.
    I could choose a time that tried me
    through everything I've done.

    I sat and thought about what moment
    would always make me smile.
    One that would always push me
    to walk that extra mile.

    If I'm feeling sad and low,
    if I'm struggling with what to do,
    I can go and open my little safe
    and watch my moment through.

    There are moments I can think of
    that would lift my spirits every time.
    The moments when you picked me up,
    when the road was hard to climb.

    For me to only pick one moment
    to cherish, save and keep
    is proving really difficult,
    as I've gathered up a heap!

    I've dug deep inside my heart,
    found the safe and looked inside.
    There was room for lots of moments;
    in fact, hundreds if I tried.

    I'm building my own little library,
    embedded in my heart,
    for all the moments spent with you
    before you had to part.

    I can open it up whenever I like,
    pick a moment and watch it through.
    My little library acts as a promise;
    I'll never ever forget you.

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  3. 2. When I Remember You

    My close friend lost his wife recently, and because of COVID, he never got to say goodbye, so I wrote this poem for him. I hope anyone who has lost someone can relate or take comfort.

    Remembering A Spouse

    When I remember you, I remember the first time we met.
    I look back at our time together with absolutely no regret.

    When I remember you, I remember the first time I looked into your eyes.
    I couldn't believe my luck; I thought I had won first prize.

    When I remember you, I remember when you stole my heart.
    I knew from that first moment they could never keep us apart.

    When I remember you, I remember our favourite song,
    But somehow it sounds different without you humming along.

    When I remember you, I always shed a tear
    For every moment we had together and every happy year.

    When I remember you, I miss our walks alone at night,
    Stars in the sky, hand in hand, we surely were a sight.

    When I remember you and the love we always shared,
    Of life without you at my side, no way was I prepared,

    So now when I remember you, my love, I remember mostly this...
    I'll see you soon in paradise, and together we'll reminisce.

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  5. 3. Birthday Wishes To My Son In Heaven

    I wrote this poem for my son who died in 2010. I wrote it for his first birthday in heaven, as I could not allow his special day to go unnoticed. I needed to make sure he was not forgotten by others outside our small family, and by writing it, it made me feel closer to him...

    If I could have one wish in life,
    That wish would have to be
    That God would take away my pain
    And send you back to me.

    Your birthday's here today, my son,
    And I just wanted you to know
    How much I deeply love you
    And that I miss you so.

    On days like this we should celebrate,
    But for me that now proves hard,
    For unlike other mothers, I cannot send
    A simple birthday card.

    No kisses can I give you
    Or birthday gifts to buy.
    Only flowers I now can give you,
    Which I place down where you lie.

    Two other things I send you
    Are my thoughts and all my love,
    So hold them close and keep them safe
    In Heaven up above.

    And please wait for me, my darling
    Until my days are through,
    And then I'll come and spend all time
    In Heaven just with you.

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  6. 4. A Heavenly Birthday

    My daughter died 5 years ago, but it is like it happened yesterday. I sat with her holding her hand as she died. This is a poem I wrote for her 25th birthday.

    Birthday Wishes To Daughter In Heaven

    You walk beside me every day.
    You're here in all I do and say.
    At night I close my eyes and pray
    To someone who took you away.

    My thoughts are all in disarray.
    My tears are public, on display.
    I wish that you were here today,
    That you could take my pain away.

    Why do I play this game I play?
    Pretend to all that I'm okay?
    This will sound selfish, some will say,
    But I wish you hadn't gone away.

    I don't go out, got feet of clay.
    I know you're here so want to stay.
    I wish I could relive that day.
    I would have washed your pain away.

    Memories like a DVD play,
    Memories of that awful day.
    So much that I wanted to say
    That day someone took you away.

    My thoughts don't move; they never may,
    Won't even meet me half the way,
    So till we meet on God's highway,
    I'll sit and dream my life away.

    I send my love to heaven today,
    Not just because it's your birthday.
    I'll send you love every day
    Until my life has passed away.

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  7. 5. I Miss You, Grandma

    • By Michelle Williams
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2008

    To my beautiful grandmother, Renee Ann Velasquez! I love you and miss you every day!

    I think about you all the time,
    And every day it hurts to cry.
    So much has happened in my life.
    I'm not sure how hard to try.

    Tears are falling constantly.
    My heart hurts every day.
    I think about your beautiful smile
    That I pray I see again someday.

    The sweet smell of your perfume
    Has slowly faded away.
    But all your helpful teachings
    Are always here to stay.

    I can't express how much you taught me,
    So much I can't explain.
    All the times I can remember,
    Never once heard you complain.

    So many hearts were broken
    The day God called you home.
    It seems as though each one of us
    Was left to survive alone.

    I know there was a reason
    That you had to leave.
    To keep us in your watchful eyes,
    So now in God I really do believe.

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  8. 6. The Fallen

    As was previously mentioned, I had served in Vietnam. I witnessed firsthand acts of bravery that should not be forgotten. The soldiers who made the ultimate sacrifice represent the heart and soul of what our great country had been built upon. Everyone in America should be made aware of what these people have given up.

    Remembering Those Who Made The Ultimate Sacrifice

    Fragile is a single life the brave so freely give.
    Bound for immortality, their souls will surely live.
    Death, don't be proud for what you took, they freely gave away.
    Their quest for freedom far outweighed the fear that you convey.

    They joined the ranks of warriors, staying vigil day and night.
    They often skipped a meal or two, but they never missed a fight.
    God bless the men and women whose fighting days are done.
    Say a special prayer at night for each and every one.

    Rest assured that you will find throughout the coming years
    These fallen warriors will return in the hearts of all their peers!
    If we forget their sacrifice, their deaths will be in vain.
    Let's stand beside their loved ones as we sing their last refrain:

    You've come upon our heaven's gate
    You surely won't have long to wait.
    The saints will take good care of you,
    But there is still a lot to do.

    You've joined the ranks of everyone
    Who fought so freedom could be won.
    Although your job on earth is done,
    Your work in heaven's just begun.

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  9. 7. Light A Candle

    • By J
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2008

    Lighting a candle for someone you loved and lost shines out light out to them and warms you.

    Light a candle,
    see it glow,
    watch it dance
    when you feel low.
    Think of me,
    think of light,
    I'll always be here,
    day or night.
    A candle flickers
    out of sight,
    but in your heart
    I still burn bright.
    Think not of sadness,
    that I'm not near,
    think of gladness
    and joyous cheer.
    I have not left,
    I am not gone.
    I'm here to stay
    my little one,
    so when you light a candle
    and you see it glow
    and you watch it dance,
    in your heart you'll know
    that I would never leave you,
    even when you feel so blue.
    I'm sitting up here with the Lord
    and now watching over you.

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  10. 8. In Memory Of My Dad

    • By Leah Hendrie
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2008

    In memory of my dad. I love and miss him dearly.

    If I could write a story,
    It would be the greatest ever told
    Of a kind and loving father
    Who had a heart of gold.

    I could write a million pages
    But still be unable to say just how
    Much I love and miss him
    Every single day.

    I will remember all he taught me.
    I'm hurt but won't be sad,
    Because he'll send me down the answers,
    And he'll always be my dad.

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  11. 9. Memories

    • By Louise Bailey
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    We cannot communicate with those who have passed to the other side, nevertheless their presence remains as long as they are in our hearts.

    Poem About Memories Of A Loved One

    I feel a warmth around me,
    like your presence is so near.
    And I close my eyes to visualize
    your face when you were here.
    I endure the times we spent together,
    and they are locked inside my heart.
    As long as I have those memories,
    we will never be apart.
    Even though we cannot speak anymore,
    my voice is always there,
    because every night before I sleep,
    I have you in my prayer.

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  12. 10. Absent From The Body

    Allowing us to feel the depth of a great loss helps us to grieve with hope, to cry and smile at the same time.

    We'll Always Remember You

    You have served your time
    and lived out your days.
    You have now made the move
    from your house of clay.

    You went on ahead of us,
    as you answered the call.
    We, too, must take our leave,
    not just some of us, but all.

    We can no longer see you,
    but we can feel you near.
    You are hidden in our hearts,
    and we'll always hold you dear.

    We can no longer hear you,
    but we will keep you close.
    The memories of you are many,
    and the love will not grow old.

    We can no longer touch you,
    but thoughts of you remain.
    We remember your kindness
    and the love we exchanged.

    You are absent from the body;
    it has now returned to the dust.
    But your spirit lives on
    and will reunite with us.

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  13. 11. Empty Chair

    This is a poem written about someone very dear to me who passed away and left a big void in my life. It talks about the things you miss when someone has gone and the constant reminders that are all around.

    Missing Someone Who Has Passed Away

    The chair where you sat lies vacant and still.
    The air so silent, through my body runs a chill,

    The sound of your laughter echoes in my ears.
    The teddy that you loved brings me close to tears.

    Photos of you smiling are scattered on the wall.
    The sense that you are here, as I walk through the hall.

    An empty bed remains made just as it was that night.
    Bedroom left alone, even though you're out of sight.

    Your DVDs and music left untouched upon the shelf,
    Some of which you didn't get to watch yourself.

    The cup from which you drank tea alone behind the door,
    Left abandoned like a friend not needed anymore.

    I looked into the night sky on that fateful night.
    I saw a star begin to flicker, like a fading light.

    They say a star fades when a life comes to an end,
    But for you God made an exception; that rule he did bend.

    He reignited the flickering star so we can look above,
    To see that star shining bright, showering us with love.

    Stars may fade, but the light lives on somewhere.
    Just because you can't see it, doesn't mean it isn't there.

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  14. 12. O Captain! My Captain!

    "O Captain! My Captain!" was written in honor of President Abraham Lincoln after his assassination in 1865, and was published in Whitman's anthology, Leaves of Grass. The poem is a metaphor to the Civil War and the captain of the ship refers to Abraham Lincoln.

    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,
    While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
    But O heart! heart! heart!
    O the bleeding drops of red,
    Where on the deck my Captain lies,
    Fallen cold and dead.

    O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
    Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,
    For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding,
    For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
    Here Captain! dear father!
    This arm beneath your head!
    It is some dream that on the deck,
    You've fallen cold and dead.

    My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
    My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
    The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
    From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
    Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
    But I with mournful tread,
    Walk the deck my Captain lies,
    Fallen cold and dead.

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  15. 13. I'll Wait...

    This poem was written for a friend whose love is now sadly dearly departed. When someone you love has passed on, they're only a heartbeat away. The memories never fade. Loved in life, loved in death forever and a day.

    I'll wait patiently here in heaven
    For the day that you make your presence.
    A transcendental get-together
    That'll last till the end of forever.

    Where angels care for God's Golden Fleece
    O'er those at rest in heavenly peace.
    It's true without a shadow of doubt
    The light flowed in as my life ebbed out.

    Don't be sad for what came to pass.
    Be glad for the precious time we had,
    Memoirs of beautiful forget-me-nots
    Tied with ribbons in true lover's knots.

    Now I'm here with the Lord at my side
    In heaven's celestial paradise.
    Have no more worries or fear for me.
    All is as it was promised to be.

    In the distance hear my voice calling
    Through the birdsong in every morning.
    See me in the moon and stars at night
    For there my love shines ever bright.

    Smell me in the fragrant sweet perfume
    Of roses when they begin to bloom.
    Feel me in the warmth of summer sun.
    Hold me in your dreams when day is done.

    Remember, I'll wait beyond the bend
    To meet and greet where the rainbow ends.

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  16. 14. Twenty Less

    Twenty beautiful children were killed in Connecticut on December 14, 2012. This is a poem is written from a child's perspective.

    Poem About Sandy Hook Shooting

    I woke up to see the bright Connecticut sky.
    My mom came in with a holiday twinkle in her eye.
    She helped me get dressed and the morning flew by.

    I ran down the stairs in the blink of an eye,
    Kissed Mommy and hugged Daddy goodbye,
    Went out to wait with sister at the stop sign.

    The bus arrived and I was free.
    I heard the singing of birds and the buzzing of bees.
    The bell rang and my teacher smiled back at me.
    My friends and I sat in a circle and began to recite our ABCs
    But suddenly.....

    The door burst open, a man with a gun,
    And we all realized our time was done.
    We were all scared and some started to cry,
    But a little confidence bubbled up on my inside.

    I heard the booms and felt a sharp pain.
    I was sad to leave the things I would never gain,
    The family members I would dearly miss,
    My mom's face, smile, and lips that I kissed.

    I remembered Daddy's bear hugs,
    His musky cologne, feeling warm and snug.
    Sister was only a few classrooms away; through the window I sometimes could see.
    I'll never get to tell her how much she means to me.

    Suddenly a powerful hand touched my face,
    A soothing voice calmed my heart's pace.
    "Don't worry, my child, you were here once before," said He.
    "I love you and missed you and am glad you're with me."

    I looked around and saw halos and wings,
    Happiness and love and wonderful things.
    I saw my friends, not dead, but here with me,
    And realized what my life had come to be.

    That man sent me here, but I'm doing okay,
    Even though despair and sadness fill my family's day.
    I watch with sorrow as I tear my family apart,
    But they'll soon realize I'm still in their hearts.

    Maybe he was crazy; maybe he was ill.
    Did that give him a reason to kill?
    Maybe the man hurt us because he was hurting inside.
    When he killed us, a part of our small town died.

    Love with everything you've got.
    Laugh, hug, and smile a lot.
    You never know what Father has in mind.
    You'll never know when it's your time.

    So take it as a lesson, whether you're young or old.
    Learn from me and know your life is full of gold.
    Maybe this will teach you to never regret a thing.
    Although it's sad, you could've been me.

    Pray for my family and my friends too.
    Be joyous and glad that it wasn't you,
    And although it's really hard and tough,
    God would want us to forgive the killer we've hated enough.

    I know they miss me and I'll miss them,
    But what's done is done; it's the end.
    So enjoy your years; they go by fast.
    Forget and forgive things from your past.

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  17. 15. Times Gone By

    One day at the cemetery, I sat looking across the rows of graves and watching visitors placing flowers and mementos and lingering for a while. Many graves were well-tended, a few were new, and many others seemed forgotten. Each grave represented a life once connected to others, and the memories they sowed live on for a while before eventually fading away as loved ones complete their life's journey. The thoughts for this poem came to mind as I sat looking across those rows of many memories and sorrows.

    In Memory Of Those We Loved

    Graves of those once loved in times gone by,
    Quietly lying in rows beneath the Earth's sky;
    Such a peaceful place of many deep sorrows,
    Where the living walk among solemn rows,
    Looking for the grave where memories lie,
    As they recall the day of the final goodbye.

    The dead bring memories of joy and sorrows
    For loved ones walking among the silent rows;
    Some stand by graves in hushed reflection.
    Others speak aloud of heartbreak and affection;
    Some visit for just a moment and others for a while,
    Then walk away with a tear or memory's fond smile.

    Many graves have mementos or lovely flowers,
    Some with new sod needing nature's showers,
    While others have clearly fallen out of memory,
    With only stones showing a brief life's summary,
    Until they fade and crumble over the long years,
    When no one is left to care or shed grief's tears.

    Each grave has a life story once known,
    Stories created as life's seeds were sown.
    Some stories live on in family histories,
    While others wane into unknown mysteries;
    All eventually forgotten as time passes by,
    When all those memories grow old and die.

    Such a peaceful place of many deep sorrows,
    Where the living walk among solemn rows,
    Looking for the grave where memories lie,
    Sadly mourning until their own final goodbye,
    When they too will quietly lie beneath the sky,
    As their loved ones mourn for times gone by.

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  18. 16. Gone But Not Forgotten

    • By Cecilia M. Kocher
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A person may be dead and buried, but if we are lucky we will never be forgotten.

    The years we've shared have been full of joy.
    The memories we've made will go on and on.
    I haven't stopped crying since you went away,
    and I've asked God time and time why you couldn't stay.
    You lit up my life, my hopes, and my dreams.
    You've opened my eyes to see what it all means.
    So now that you're gone, how can I forget;
    Because you were the greatest out of all I have met.

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  19. 17. Gifts For A Grieving Heart

    Grief often overwhelmed me after my sister, Brenda, suddenly died. As I went through her things, I'd stop to look at mementos and photos, or reread the cards she had kept, all of which evoked wonderful memories. I realized how fortunate I was to have had her in my life and knew how much she loved me. If I had died, instead of her, I would have never wanted her to suffer like I had and knew she'd want the same for me. It was her precious, loving gifts that helped me mend my grieving heart.

    Poem About Gifts Of Loving Memories

    Your face frozen in blissful eternal sleep now.
    As I kiss you goodbye on your cold brow,
    A last tearful glance as you're taken away.
    There was nothing anyone could do or say.
    My pleas and tears won't bring you back to me.
    Comforting friends could not help me to see.
    No words could explain to my grieving heart,
    Why cruel death had to tear my world apart.

    Sometimes I'd find treasured mementos you kept
    Or reread the cherished cards from you as I wept;
    Fond memories return from photos of smiling faces,
    Or suddenly come to mind in the strangest places;
    Although I sometimes sadly long for all the yesterdays
    And sorely miss our chats and your understanding ways,
    Your gifts helped me relive the good times we shared,
    And reminded me that you loved me and truly cared.

    Even though your death is a most painful memory,
    The memories in recesses of my mind's treasury
    Have helped save me from grief's dark, lonely decree,
    That your death meant only painful sorrow for me;
    For the loving bonds remain and will never depart,
    Ensuring that you are with me as a part of my heart,
    To comfort and sustain me until I see you once more,
    When I'm called to come join you on an eternal shore.

    I wonder if your spirit lingered a while on that fateful day
    And witnessed grief's sorrow as your body was taken away.
    Did you see me gently kiss you goodbye on your cold brow,
    And hear me ask how I was to continue without you now?
    Did you hear the sobs and see the tears flowing from me,
    Before you answered calls from across a vast eternal sea?
    For I'd want you to know, before your spirit had to depart,
    That you had left love's precious gifts for a grieving heart.

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  20. 18. I'll Be There

    I wrote this for my dad. He died the day after Christmas in 2003. This is what we had printed inside his memorial folder for his funeral.

    Poem About Loved One Always Being With Us

    You ask me to stay, if
    Only for one more day.
    I wish I could, but it's time for me
    to go.

    Please don't cry, for
    I could never really
    leave you.

    Close your eyes, feel my
    warm embrace, my kiss upon
    your brow. Don't worry, I'll
    always be here.

    As the spring rain softly falls,
    the trees begin to bud and the
    flowers begin to bloom, I'll
    be there.

    As the summer breeze cools you,
    and the children laugh and
    play, I'll be there.

    As the leaves begin to turn their
    bright wondrous colors, I'll
    be there.

    As the snow gently falls,
    covering the earth in
    a soft blanket of
    white, I'll be there.

    Look into my
    grandchildren's eyes,
    see them smile,
    hear them laugh,
    I'll be there.

    So cry now, if you must, but
    remember your tears are for
    you, not for me.

    I've gone home to live with
    God, and one day soon I'll be
    standing at Heaven's gates, my
    arms opened wide to welcome
    you home, where we'll all be
    together again.

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  21. 19. Almost A Year

    The poem was written about my Grandma, Flossie McMillan, who passed away on November 2, 2007. I have lost people in my life before, but this death hit me really hard. There are lots of days a memory brings about depression and tears. I miss her more than words can explain.

    Pain Of Remembering Special Times Together

    The familiar sting of tears in my eyes
    And the ripping pain in my heart.

    It's been almost a year since the dreaded day
    That my whole entire world was ripped apart.

    I didn't know the depth of my love
    And how I would miss you so.

    The pain I feel is still as intense
    As the very day I had to let you go.

    So many thoughts and memories creep
    Through my aching mind.

    The answer to heal my grieving
    I fear I will never find.

    Grandma, please don't be sad when you
    Look down upon me from heaven above,

    For the tears you see are from all
    The memories of you I love.

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  22. 20. My Early Morning Visit

    I wrote this as I strolled through an old cemetery near my home. It was very early on a cloudy morning, and it was so peaceful.

    A Visit To A Cemetery

    I took a walk this morning
    Just as the sun began to rise,
    And the inky clouds encompassed her
    And cluttered up the skies.

    In the gloom I stood among
    Those worn and weathered stones.
    Stretched out upon the greenest grass
    Each standing quite alone.

    A morning bird was singing
    Such a sweet and mournful song,
    A tribute to those dearest souls
    Who long ago moved on.

    Ancient trees stood towering
    Like loyal sentries standing guard,
    Witnesses to all those laid to rest
    And those surviving broken hearts.

    The respectful silence floated
    On a chilly morning breeze,
    And the peacefulness embraced me
    Like a blanket warming me.

    Outside the gates, life carried on,
    A siren pierced the hallowed air.
    I thought perhaps another soul
    Would soon be buried there.

    I strolled around quite aimlessly
    Entranced by all those words in stone,
    And I realized that behind those words
    Each had a story of their own.

    I was glad I came to visit them
    On this dark and dreary day,
    And shared my story with them too
    As I wandered on my way.

    And as I reached the gates to leave,
    Rain fell lightly from the sky,
    And I swear I heard the softest voice
    Bidding me a sweet good-bye.

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