Funeral Poem is commonly known as Memorial Poem in some places in the world. The memorial poem sonnet is the bit of writing in which the declaration of feelings and considerations is given energy by exceptional regard for dialect (now and again including rhyme), musicality, and imagery. On a very basic level, the burial service ballad is composed in the recognition of their cherished one. In memorial service program, the burial service sonnet has an imperative part to give the tribute to their adored one. Memorial poem is written in the remembrance and honor of daughter, son, spouse, brother/sister, father/mother, friend, grandfather/grandmother who is recently departed.
Some of the popular memorial poem is given below-
- I fall asleep ( written by Samuel Butler, iconoclastic Victorian author (1835 – 1902) )
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.
- Peace My Heart ( Written by Rabindranath Tagore Bengali poet and philosopher (1861 – 1941))
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.
- Remember (Christina Georgina Rossetti, poet (1830 – 1894))
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
- The Soldier( Written by Rupert Brooke, war poet (1887 – 1915))
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust that England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by the suns of home.
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.
- The new life’s salutation( written by Anna Barbauld, poet, essayist and children’s author (1743 – 1825))
Life, we’ve been long together
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
‘Tis hard to part when friends are dear,
Perhaps ’twill cost a sigh, a tear;
Then steal away, give little warning,
Choose thine own time:
Say not “Good night,” but in some brighter clime
Bid me “Good morning.”