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Editorial Reviews. About the Author. Lee D. Scheingold, MA, MSW, has degrees from Duke University, University of Wisconsin, and University of Washington.
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- The Poems of Emma Lazarus
- Famous Poems About Death
- It’s a Blessing to Bear Your Friend’s Burden
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I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow-flowers appear. And, behold! Cruel Death! In these short poems about death, poets articulated complex emotions in a few short, yet sweet lines of prose. You may find that one of these short death poems would make a great addition to a sympathy card or condolence message for someone grieving the loss of a loved one.
I know I will love death.
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Before us great Death stands Our fate held close within his quiet hands. Time is too slow for those who wait, Too swift for those who fear, Too long for those who grieve, Too short for those who rejoice, But for those who love, time is Eternity. What delightful guests are they Life and Love! Lingering I turn away, This late hour, yet glad enough They have not witheld from me Their high hospitality.
So fine a time! If I should die and leave you here a while, be not like others sore undone, who keep long vigil by the silent dust.
For my sake turn again to life and smile, nerving thy heart and trembling hand to do something to comfort other hearts than mine. Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine and I perchance may therein comfort you. How wonderful is Death, Death, and his brother Sleep! Its birth was heaven, eternal it its stay, And with the sun and moon shall still abide Beneath their day and night and heaven wide. Where do people go to when they die? Somewhere down below or in the sky? Farewell to Thee!
But not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of Thee; Within my heart they still shall dwell And they shall cheer and comfort me. Life seems more sweet that Thou didst live And men more true Thou wert one; Nothing is lost that Thou didst give, Nothing destroyed that Thou hast done. He that is down needs fear no fall, He that is low, no pride; He that is humble ever shall Have God to be his guide. Fullness to such a burden is That go on pilgrimage: Here little, and hereafter bliss, Is best from age to age.
I fall asleep in the full and certain hope That my slumber shall not be broken; And that though I be all-forgetting, Yet shall I not be forgotten, But continue that life in the thoughts and deeds of those I loved. The night has a thousand eyes. And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes. And the heart but one: Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done. There is no night without a dawning No winter without a spring And beyond the dark horizon Our hearts will once more sing… For those who leave us for a while Have only gone away Out of a restless, care worn world Into a brighter day.
Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet. Let it not be a death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence. I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light your way. You must not shut the night inside you, But endlessly in light the dark immerse. A tiny lamp has gone out in my tent — I bless the flame that warms the universe.
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The Poems of Emma Lazarus
To let you know we love you, And just how much we care. Take our million teardrops, Wrap them up in love, Then ask the wind to carry them, To you in heaven above. Beautiful poetry can provide comfort, solace, hope and even inspiration following the death of a loved one. There is a plan far greater than the plan you know; There is a landscape broader than the one you see.
Why weep at death? The sadness of the present days Is locked and set in time, And moving to the future Is a slow and painful climb. No wound so deep will ever go Entirely away; Yet every hurt becomes A little less from day to day.
Famous Poems About Death
Nothing else can erase the painful Imprints on your mind; But there are softer memories That time will let you find. When at heart you should be sad, Pondering the joys we had, Listen and keep very still. If the lowing from the hill Or the toiling of a bell Do not serve to break the spell, Listen: you may be allowed To hear my laughter from a cloud.
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When I must leave you for a while Please do not grieve and shed wild tears And hug your sorrow to you through the years But start out bravely with a gallant smile And for my sake and in my name Live on and do all the things the same Feed not your loneliness on empty days But fill each working hour in useful ways Reach out your hand in comfort and in cheer And I in turn will comfort you and hold you near And never, never be afraid to die For I am waiting for you in the sky.
I am not gone I remain here beside you Just in a different form Look for me in your heart And there you will find me in our love which forever lives on. In those moments when you feel alone Look for me in your thoughts And there you will find me in sweet memories that burn strong. And think, this heart, all evil shed away, A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts of England given; Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness, In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it, death cannot kill what never dies. Nor can spirits ever be divided that love and live in the same divine principle, the root and record of their friendship. If absence be not death, neither is theirs. Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is ominipresent. In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.
But would not tears and grief be barriers? And when you hear a song or see a bird I loved, Please do not let the thought of me be sad… For I am loving you just as I always have… You were so good to me! The clock of life is wound but once And no man has the power To tell just when the hands will stop At late or early hour. Life, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom, But these are transient all; If the shower will make the roses bloom, O why lament its fall? What though Death at times steps in And calls our best away? Yet hope again elastic springs, Unconquered, though she fell; Still buoyant are her golden wings, Still strong to bear us well. Manfully, fearlessly, The day of trial bear, For gloriously, victoriously, Can courage quell fear! Just think of him as resting from the sorrows and the tears in a place of warmth and comfort where there are no days and years.
Think how he must be wishing that we could know today how nothing but our sadness can really pass away. And think of him as living in the hearts of those he touched… for nothing loved is ever lost and he was loved so much. It was beautiful as long as it lasted The journey of my life. Those dear hearts who love and care… And the strings pulling at the heart and soul… The strong arms that held me up When my own strength let me down. At every turning of my life I came across good friends, Friends who stood by me, Even when the time raced me by.
Farewell, farewell, my friends I smile and bid you goodbye. No, shed no tears for I need them not All I need is your smile.
It’s a Blessing to Bear Your Friend’s Burden
I should like to send you the essence of a myriad sun-kissed flowers, or the lilting song as it floats along, of a brook through fairy bowers. I should like to send you the dew-drops that glisten at break of day, and then at night the eerie light that mantles the Milky Way. I should like to send you the power that nothing can overflow — the power to smile and laugh the while a-journeying through life you go. Feel no sorrow in a smile that he is not here to share. You cannot grieve forever; he would not want you to.
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So, talk about the good times and the way you showed you cared, The days you spent together, all the happiness you shared. Let memories surround you, a word someone may say Will suddenly recapture a time, an hour, a day, That brings him back as clearly as though he were still here, And fills you with the feeling that he is always near.
For if you keep those moments, you will never be apart And he will live forever locked safely within your heart. Death is nothing at all I have only slipped away into the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other That we are still Call me by my own familiar name Speak to me in the easy way you always used Put no difference into your tone Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow Laugh as we always laughed At the little jokes we always enjoyed together Play, smile, think of me, pray for me Let my name be ever the household word that it always was Let it be spoken without effort Without the ghost of a shadow in it Life means all that it ever was There is absolute unbroken continuity What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind Because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you for an interval Somewhere very near Just around the corner All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost One brief moment and all will be as it was before How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again! The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveler hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveler to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls.