The Best 8 Military Funeral Poems

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.

A beautiful and happy girl, With step as light as summer air, Eyes glad with smiles, and brow of pearl, Shadowed by many a careless curl Of unconfined and flowing hair; A seeming child in everything, Save thoughtful brow and ripening charms, As Nature wears the smile of Spring When sinking into Summer's arms. A mind rejoicing in the light Which melted through its graceful bower, Leaf after leaf, dew-moist and bright, And stainless in its holy white, Unfolding like a morning flower A heart, which, like a fine-toned lute, With every breath of feeling woke, And, even when the tongue was mute, From eye and lip in music spoke. How thrills once more the lengthening chain Of memory, at the thought of thee! Old hopes which long in dust have lain Old dreams, come thronging back again, And boyhood lives again in me; I feel its glow upon my cheek, Its fulness of the heart is mine, As when I leaned to hear thee speak, Or raised my doubtful eye to thine. I hear again thy low replies, I feel thy arm within my own, And timidly again uprise The fringed lids of hazel eyes, With soft brown tresses overblown. Ah! memories of sweet summer eves, Of moonlit wave and willowy way, Of stars and flowers, and dewy leaves, And smiles and tones more dear than they! Ere this, thy quiet eye hath smiled My picture of thy youth to see, When, half a woman, half a child, Thy very artlessness beguiled, And folly's self seemed wise in thee; I too can smile, when o'er that hour The lights of memory backward stream, Yet feel the while that manhood's power Is vainer than my boyhood's dream. Years have passed on, and left their trace, Of graver care and deeper thought; And unto me the calm, cold face Of manhood, and to thee the grace Of woman's pensive beauty brought. More wide, perchance, for blame than praise, The school-boy's humble name has flown; Thine, in the green and quiet ways Of unobtrusive goodness known. And wider yet in thought and deed Diverge our pathways, one in youth; Thine the Genevan's sternest creed, While answers to my spirit's need The Derby dalesman's simple truth. For thee, the priestly rite and prayer, And holy day, and solemn psalm; For me, the silent reverence where My brethren gather, slow and calm. Yet hath thy spirit left on me An impress Time has worn not out, And something of myself in thee, A shadow from the past, I see, Lingering, even yet, thy way about; Not wholly can the heart unlearn That lesson of its better hours, Not yet has Time's dull footstep worn To common dust that path of flowers. Thus, while at times before our eyes The shadows melt, and fall apart, And, smiling through them, round us lies The warm light of our morning skies, The Indian Summer of the heart! In secret sympathies of mind, In founts of feeling which retain Their pure, fresh flow, we yet may find Our early dreams not wholly vai

Don't think of me as gone away My journey's just begun Life holds so many facets This earth is but one Just think of me as resting From the sorrows and the tears In a place of warmth and comfort Where there are no days and years Think of how I must be wishing That you could know today How nothing but your sadness Can really go away And think of me as living In the hearts of those I touched For nothing loved is ever lost And I know I was loved so much

In the distance, we hear the echo of taps, A mournful farewell, a love that'll last, For the soldier we miss, so brave and true, We'll remember their sacrifice, our hearts feeling blue. Through the battles they fought, the burdens they bore, Their memory lives on, forevermore, We'll cherish the laughter, the moments we shared, In the silence of night, their love we'll declare. Though they've marched on, to a faraway place, In our hearts, their presence, we'll forever embrace, The echo of taps, a somber refrain, We miss you, dear soldier, until we meet again.

Let us gather in the sunlight, and celebrate, The life of the soldier, whose courage was great, Through trials and triumphs, their love never waned, A warrior's journey, forever ingrained. We'll share the stories, the laughter and tears, The memories we made, throughout the years, A life well-lived, a love so strong, In our hearts, dear soldier, you'll always belong. In the dawn's embrace, and the twilight's caress, We'll celebrate your life, your fearlessness, A warrior's journey, a love that's true, Forever, dear soldier, we'll remember you.

In the barracks, the laughter rang, As tales of the soldier, we joyfully sang, A humorous spirit, a heart so light, They brightened our days, and warmed our nights. Through the toughest of times, they'd crack a smile, Their wit and humor, a balm for life's trials, So, as we gather to honor their name, Let laughter and love, forever remain. We'll share the stories, the jokes they'd tell, Remembering the laughter, like a magical spell, A soldier's wit, a treasure we'll keep, In our hearts, dear friend, your memory will seep.

With gratitude, we stand today, To honor the soldier, who's marched away, Their courage and valor, their love so deep, A debt we owe, in our hearts to keep. For every battle won, every challenge faced, Their sacrifice we appreciate, with hearts embraced, In the silence of the dawn, the twilight's glow, We'll remember their service, a love that grows. A soldier's sacrifice, a gift we'll treasure, A love so profound, it knows no measure, Thank you, dear soldier, for all that you've done, Your legacy lives on, in the hearts you've won.

A hero's heart, so strong and true, In the soldier we loved, forever imbued, A great person they were, a beacon of light, Guiding us through, the darkest of nights. Their love and compassion, a testament to all, They stood so tall, in the face of the squall, With honor and courage, they fought every fight, A hero's heart, forever shining bright. As we gather to honor their memory, We'll cherish their greatness, their legacy, A hero's heart, a love so divine, In our thoughts, dear soldier, you'll forever shine.