Mourning Poems – 10 Poems that Will Bring Bring Tears to Your Eyes

Mourning Poems will bring tears to your eyes. Death and grief are things that will affect everyone. It doesn’t matter what else the Universe throws your way, we all end up losing the people we love to Death’s gentle embrace.

Some grief is a hard, rough thing. It consumes you. Some grief is bittersweet, coloring your world gray but not consuming all.

Some grief is delayed, or the passing is anticipated, expected, and easy to cope with. Everyone grieves differently, too.

There is no correct way to grieve for your grandparents, parents, siblings, children, friends, spouse, lovers, or pets.

Grief may be a universal and grieving individual, but all of us struggle with how to express our love and emotions to the deceased. Funeral poems and mourning poems can help a great deal.

1. Title: “Funeral Blues”

Stop all clocks, cut the phone,
Silence the dog with a juicy bone.
Bring out the coffin, let mourners come,
Drum muffled, pianos strum.

Aeroplanes circle, moan overhead,
Sky scribbled with He Is Dead.
Crepe bows on public doves’ necks white,
Traffic policemen in black gloves, a sight.

He was my North, South, East, West,
My workweek, Sunday’s rest.
Noon, midnight, my talk, my song,
Love lasting forever, I was wrong.

Stars unwanted, put out each one,
Pack the moon, dismantle the sun.
Pour the ocean, sweep up the wood,
For nothing good can ever come.

2. Title: “Clown in the Moon”

My tears, a quiet drift,
From a magical rose they lift.
Grief flows from the rift,
Unremembered skies and snows adrift.

If I touched the earth below,
Would it crumble, break and sow?
So sad, yet beautifully aglow,
Trembling like a dream’s echo.

In this gentle tearful rain,
Petals fall, each one a refrain.
Whispers of skies, a silent pain,
Snows forgotten, lost in the main.

A touch, and earth may crumble,
A mix of sorrow and beauty humble.
A dream’s delicate ensemble,
Trembling, as emotions tumble.

3. Title: “Life’s Tragedy”

To refrain from singing may bring misery,
Silent through the brimming day’s symphony.
To go unloved may hold its own grief,
Yet deeper sorrows often cloud belief.

Singing the flawless tune,
A half-tone lost, the sorrow’s swoon.
There lies the potent, haunting grief,
Life’s Tragedy in pale, sad relief.

To near the perfect love’s embrace,
Not the wild passion of youth’s chase.
But one that sets aside its vanity,
Gives truth for trusting worship’s sanity.

This, indeed, is to be cursed,
For if we love or if we sing,
We measure joy by what’s denied,
Not by gracing us with perfection’s wing.

4. Title: “Long Distance”

Though Mom was gone two years past,
Dad kept her slippers by the gas, steadfast.
Hot water bottles by her bed’s side,
He renewed her transport pass with pride.

Visits weren’t drop-ins, you’d phone,
An hour’s delay before you’d be shown.
He’d clear her things, alone in the room,
His love raw, shrouded in silent gloom.

He couldn’t risk my disbelief’s blight,
Sure he’d hear her key, any night.
Scraping in the rusted lock, grief’s end,
He hoped she’d just gone out, tea to attend.

Life ends with death, that’s the final call,
No joint shopping trips, nothing at all.
In my black leather book, your name stands tall,
Disconnected number, still, I recall.

5. Title: “Life Has a Meaning”

In search of salvation, thoughts forever soar,
Living apart, we can bear no more.
Father’s greatness resolves each plight,
Human migration, a constant flight.

As we arrive, a garden unfolds,
Man becomes its warden, stories to be told.
Work, a path we cannot shirk,
Navigating through life’s shadows, in murk.

Life holds meaning, lived in cheer,
Facing joy and grief, drawing near.
No room for fear, thoughts refrain,
In every emotion, we remain.

Nature’s beauty, a captivating tale,
Life’s purpose, a reason to set sail.
In adoration, we sing the father’s glory,
Heavenly love, a vibration in our story.

6. Title: “Long Distance II”

Despite my mother’s two-year absence,
Dad kept her slippers warm by the gas,
hot water bottles on her side of the bed,
and renewed her transport pass.

Visits required a call, an hour’s delay,
to clear her things and cope alone,
as if his love were a forbidden display,
hidden from doubt, still freshly sown.

He couldn’t risk my skeptical glance,
though certain her key would soon turn,
ending his grief in a hopeful trance,
believing she’d just gone for the tea.

I see life ends with death, no more.
Not a shared shopping trip, but the same,
in my phone book, your name remains,
and the disconnected number I still implore.

7. Title: “Tell Me It’s Okay”

Assure me it’s fine,
To let my tears align.
Assure me it’s fine,
To skip the goodbye sign.

Reassure me it’s fine,
To have you by my side.
Reassure me it’s fine,
This life, in its tide.

Reassure me it’s fine,
To feel what’s inside,
To handle it my way,
Let understanding abide.

Reassure me it’s fine,
If today control slips away.
Reassure me it’s fine,
Just tell me it’s okay.

8. Title: “Your Light Still Shines”

I long for our moments, held dear,
Each memory, a treasure to revere.
You took the key to my heart’s core,
Your life’s echo lives on, forevermore.

If wings were mine to claim,
I’d soar to where stars flame.
Heaven’s door, I’d implore,
Certain that’s where you explore.

To hear your voice, a wish so dire,
See your smile, set my heart afire.
Just to hold you, even a while,
I’d crawl a billion miles.

You’re eternally a part of me,
Love enduring, as far as eyes can see.
In my darkest hours, your light aligns,
Shining bright, a beacon that never declines.

9. Title: “Dirge Without Music”

I won’t accept hearts closed in the ground.
It is, will be, has been, for untold time:
Wise and lovely enter darkness, crowned
with lilies, laurel, but I won’t resign.

Lovers, thinkers, into earth you blend,
Unite with dull, indiscriminate dust.
What you felt, knew, a fragment remains,
a phrase, but the best is lost.

Quick, honest gaze, laughter, love—
all gone, to nourish roses, elegant, curled.
The blossom is fragrant, but I don’t approve.
Your light was precious than all the roses.

Down, down, down into the grave’s darkness,
they go gently—the beautiful, tender, kind.
Quietly, the intelligent, witty, brave.
I know. But I don’t approve. And I won’t resign.

10. Title: “Afternoon in February“

The day is ending,
The night is descending;
The marsh is frozen,
The river dead.

Through clouds like ashes
The red sun flashes
On village windows
That glimmer red.

The bell is pealing,
And every feeling
Within me responds
To the dismal knell;

Shadows are trailing,
My heart is bewailing
And tolling within
Like a funeral bell.

While words can never fully express how much someone means to us, language can still provide comfort, solace, hope, and even inspiration following the death of a loved one. We’re deeply sorry for your loss.