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. 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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  3. 2. 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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  5. 3. 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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  6. 4. 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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  7. 5. My Darling Grandma

    My grandmother meant the world to me. Her death has been the hardest thing I've ever had to deal with. The life lessons she passed on has helped me become the person I've become

    A woman of extreme strength, courage and love,
    Who was beautiful, soft and now peaceful and free as a dove.
    Someone on who our admiration was built around,
    For her womanhood, wife, friend and grandmother since she was brought into this ground.

    My Darling Grandma, we will forever hold in our hearts in which we have truly learned the most from,
    Your strength as a wonderful mother to our mothers and fathers,
    And which we hope to gain in raising your great grandsons and great granddaughters.

    My darling grandma, we will always respect all you went through in your hardships and distinguished ways,
    Your ability to hold yourself with such dignity and pride in all your days,
    Your beauty shines in us all who were lucky to be part of your devoted family,
    We will carry you in our eyes, minds, and hearts in which we have a remedy,

    My Darling Grandma, that is to hold you close by all you have taught us to do,
    And to remember the beautiful women we owe our lives to,
    For giving us life to blessing us with her strong inner spirit of courage,
    Her unconditional love and her sensual laughter,
    For being such a person in who will always and have always
    held deep in our hearts now and here after.

    My Darling Grandma, You are taking a little part of us with you as you follow your angels who will guide you to your
    precious place,
    May you look down on us with pride on what you brought
    into this world with your guidance in which you are now
    truly our angel of grace.

    My Darling Grandma, as you enter your new heavenly home,
    may you rest in peace for which you truly deserve,
    For you will be truly missed and remembered for your love and honor in which we will preserve.
    We love you always and forever and may God be with you.

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  8. 6. Meet You At The Gate

    This is a poem I wrote in memory of my sister in-law, Robin Blevins, who lost her life to cancer at a young age, leaving behind three children and 10 grandchildren. Robin found peace in her garden, and it showed - her flowers were beautiful. We all miss you, Robin; meet you at the gate...

    A beautiful garden now stands alone,
    missing the one who nurtured it,
    But now she is gone.
    Her flowers still bloom, and the sun it still shines,
    But the rain is like tear drops for the ones left behind,
    The weeds lay waiting to take the gardens beauty away,
    But the beautiful memories of its keeper are in our hearts to stay.
    She loved every flower, even some that were weeds.
    So much love she would plant with each little seed,
    But just like her flowers, she was part of God's plan.
    So when it was her time, he reached down his hand.
    He looked through the Garden, searching for the best.
    That's when he found Robin; it was her time to rest.
    It was hard for those who loved her to just let her go,
    But God had a spot in his garden that needed a gentle soul,
    So when you start missing Robin, remember if you just wait,
    When God has a spot in his garden, she'll meet you at the gate...

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  9. 7. 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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  10. 8. 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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  11. 9. 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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  12. 10. 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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  13. 11. 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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  14. 12. My Mother A Rose

    • By Sue Horley
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2008

    When we began to learn to write as a child, my mother set a pad and pen in front of us and told us she would teach us to write poetry. So many times when I became upset with something, I would write a poem, and in doing just that all my anger was gone. I could look at the reason for my anger so differently. Writing poetry has helped me in more ways then one. It can bring peace, joy and happiness, like nothing else. As you write your cup runs over. Thank you, A friend in poetry, Sue

    Tribute To Mother Poem

    A rose so rare,
    one of its kind,
    love and beauty a mother,
    yes!
    mine.
    A rose without thorns,
    not a petal was torn,
    a perfect rose stood straight and tall,
    my mother was the most precious of all.
    A rose that survived the worst kind of weather and yet the most delicate ever,
    a rose with a fragrance,
    there could be know other,
    you see this rose is my Mother.
    A rose is picked and put to dry,
    the beauty is still there,
    it never dies.

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  15. 13. Thinking Of You

    • By Suzanne M. Price
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A poem about a woman who writes about the death of her father. She still sees memories of him everywhere. He left a beautiful legacy behind.

    There are days when I miss you most of all
    Like watching the leaves turn in the fall.
    Your smile I see in the mirror every day
    Like father like daughter went a long way.
    I miss your laughter when I watch the old show we enjoyed,
    And I hear your laughter in your grandson's little boy.
    Though you're not in sight, I see your face every night.
    Those blue eyes shined bright like the stars above,
    And I still feel all your love.
    It saddens me that you're gone from me,
    But you left behind such wonderful memories.

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  16. 14. Remembering You

    • By Ronda Beebe
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2009

    My husband died of liver cancer, June 18, 2008. He was suppose to have 2 yrs, but suffered two months and lost his battle quietly, with his wife and family at his side. He is deeply missed and loved by all.

    Tinkering with old gadgets,
    Riding on that old tractor.
    You lived to be outside,
    under that big blue sky.

    You were happy most any place,
    It didn't take much.
    A can of snuff, A beer in your hand.

    Never a minute was wasted,
    You found plenty to do.
    You said "Life is what you make it."
    Simple things, your garden, your tractor,
    A piece of meat on the grill.
    It was worth millions to you.

    The tales you use to tell to the grand-kids,
    they did believe.
    From gun shot wounds, to ships you won.
    OH! One of these we would love to hear.

    That little smirk or wrinkle on your nose,
    your big brown eyes I adored.
    All these things were your own design
    and of these we wish we could see.

    Things you said can never be replaced,
    Some so funny, you had to laugh.
    We lived to see what you would do next.

    We had special days and special times,
    From just a quiet moment, or a ride
    or dinner at Travelers,
    You made it all so special each time.

    You liked to tease, you would not cease,
    till you got a reaction,
    then you were pleased.
    That was just you, and you loved it.

    Not much money did you have,
    But you said,
    "You were rich, just look what I have,
    My Family, My Property and my Wife."

    What a man, this man of mine.
    Just one last touch, holding his hand,
    and hearing his voice,
    This I do crave!

    But now he is gone,
    no more to see.
    But I will just bet,
    on a tractor, he can be found.

    Just look around,
    His memories you will see,
    and above all,
    I know he is waiting,
    JUST BEYOND THE MOON FOR ME!

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  17. 15. 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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  18. 16. Thinking About Dad and Remembering How Special He Was

    • By Jayne Wallislush
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2011

    Story? I have no story? I just wanted to put down in writing how I felt today. Everyday. Sometimes it is hard to say out loud or nobody wants to listen.
    I love you Dad today, tomorrow, always.
    A perfect Father. I will love and miss you always.
    You were special even more so seeing I was chosen.
    God bless my Dad John.
    Mwah xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

    Each day I wake to start a day that's normal as can be.
    Some cooking, cleaning, paperwork, as busy as a bee.

    But everyday the thoughts of you that buzz around my head distract me from this busy life and I stop to think instead.

    Baking cakes and trifles that I made and brought to you and the smile you gave so thankful for these little treats I'd do.

    You never let things get you down you took them in your stride, you cared and loved us ALL Dad with such gratitude and pride.

    The whole world could be screaming but you it never phased.
    For this dear Dad and a whole lot more, I'ts you we have to praise.

    I hope you know how proud I was to have you in my life,
    How proud you made my sisters and of course your loving wife,

    We miss you everyday Dad our lives are not the same,
    The ache in our hearts that once you filled just will not go away.

    So strange as it may seem Dad as I stand here loosing patience, with this endlessness of cooking and a list of hungry patients,

    I take a while to calm myself and my thoughts are all of you, For you make me smile you had that affect on everyone you knew.

    As a Father and a Husband no man could take your place, I'm so thankful you were in my life you will never be replaced.

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  19. 17. The Memory Of My Dad

    • By Katie
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2010

    This is a poem about the memory of my dad as I remember him on his 2 year anniversary of his death. He was a truely incredible person and I thought that I could share his memories with everyone.

    The Memory ( of My Dad )

    The memory of your bear hugs
    The memory of your loving brown eyes
    The memory of our Father-Daughter dances
    The memory of your warming smile
    The memory of all the warm summer nights
    The memory of your love
    The memory of your laughter
    The memory of your big heart
    The memory of all the family trips
    The memory of spring break in Vegas
    The memory of having the time of our lives
    The memory of looking into your eyes and
    all my problems disappearing.
    The memory of our last goodbye and our last I love you.
    But the best memory we shared was the time we spent together between our first Hello and our last Goodbye that will never be forgotten.

    The Memory Of My Dad

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  20. 18. 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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  21. 19. A Fallen Branch

    I married my husband six years ago, and my husband's dad became mine. He was a Christian man with a good loving heart. He and I would sit and have heart to heart talks. When he started showing signs of illness, he shared with me a lot of his heartfelt feelings. I wrote this poem in honor of him and put it in the truest form of his loving feelings. He passed three months ago.

    Tribute To Father-In-Law

    The strongest branch has fallen
    From our family tree.
    God had his way; he's taking me home,
    So you need not grieve for me.

    For many years God carried me
    And kept me at my best.
    He strengthened me and kept me strong.
    For this we're truly blessed.

    Hold strong to our family heritage.
    Keep living your life through God.
    Keep carrying on the traditions,
    The big ones and the small.

    Remember all the good times,
    The happiness and the love.
    Think of me when you reminisce
    As I'll be smiling from above.

    My mind's at ease, my soul has peace.
    My body's now at rest,
    For an angel came for me today
    And said God needs the best.

    The serenity of going home is a miracle
    We all shall seek,
    So please don't think of me and cry
    With a tear upon your cheek.

    I've lived and traveled long and hard
    To reach my journey's final end,
    So let's just say, "Goodbye for now,
    Until we're together again."

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    My oldest brother passed away on Dec 24, 2016, and this poem was published that same day. This poem speaks volumes to me. Thanks for sharing!

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  22. 20. Back To The Start

    • By Rita Box
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2017

    In memory of all family members who have passed but are never forgotten...people who have inspired me throughout my life. It's funny, you think of them with a smile; then you think of their passing with a heavy heart and sadness. But to bring myself back to today, I go back to things they've done to make me smile.

    Holding Onto Memories

    Step into a memory,
    Of all the years that have passed.
    Remember all the good times,
    The ones locked in to last.
    Sometimes your heart has broken,
    All shattered, torn and sad,
    Like when you lose a loved one,
    The best friend you had.
    But memories last a lifetime,
    They are planted in your heart,
    So look at all the sad things,
    Then turn them to the start,
    To the memory of the time that passed,
    The times that made you laugh.

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    I wish my Meme had not passed. It has been five years since that fateful and really sad day.

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