what ae some poems/quotes about someone dying that you loved so very much?

Question

If someone died that you loved very dearly, what could you say? what poems could you say? My cousin just recently passed away in a car accident n we are putting things where she died and we have made up thngs but there is still not enough. we have searched the ent n nothing came up. Please help it is really sad n I am crying.

Thank you so much.

Answer 1

first of all, my condolences go to you and your family...i know how it feels to loose a loved one...anyways as for your poems/quotes that you have requested, i or nobody can really answer that for you...i can however give you advice...whenever you have the free time, grab a pencil and paper and just reminisce about the good old times that you and your cousin shared...passing on her memories is one of the greatest things that you can do to show respect so that she will not be forgotten......in your poem, think about what made her happy...what she was good at...who she most cared about...what scared her the most...what she had wanted to be growing up...think of funny moments and put that in your poem as well...remember this poem does not have to rhyme but just have meaning...as for your quote, you can probably say "even death itself cannot take away her dreams, as she has yet another life to live up in Heaven"...that one was just made up, but im pretty sure that you can make up a better one.

Answer 2

Sorry for your loss. I would go with memories. Here is an example poem about your cousin ( i don't know her so you could replace certain things, just to give you picture of how)

She was cool and hip,
And went on many ski trips.
Her cookies were the best,
and she aced her test.
She loved to dance, sing, and more,
She also had the cutest snore.
Her cards were always nice and sincere,
she was the kind of friend you wanted near.
She never lied, cheated, or hated
But she was always smiling, and seemed elated.
I loved her so much no one could replace,
my cousins old soft looking face.

Answer 3

There are many poems by Emily Dickinson about death and dying. You can find them on several websites. Here are some titles and first lines you can use for your search:
Farewell: "Tie the strings to my life, Lord,"
Joy in Death: " If tolling bell I ask the cause"
"Let down the bars, O Death!"
The Chariot: "Because I could not stop for Death"

And here is one from the Persian poet Rumi, translated by Robert Bly:

I lived for hundreds of thousands of years as a mineral,
And then I died and was reborn as a plant.

I lived for hundreds of thousands of years as a plant.
And then I died and was reborn as an animal,

I lived for hundreds of thousands of years as an animal,
And then I died and was reborn as a human being.

What have I ever lost by dying?

Answer 4

"All poetry is supposed to be instructive but in an unnoticeable manner; it is supposed to make us aware of what it would be valuable to instruct ourselves in; we must deduce the lesson on our own, just as with life." - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The greatest thing you can say, only you can say. It is real and clear because noone wrote it but the bird in your heart.

I honestly remember looking through poems and quotes when my cousin died, but nothing compared to the memory of her smile which W H Auden could never write about like I can... or you can.

My condolences to you and your family.

Answer 5

my heart goes out for your loss.....
this is by Khalil Gibran, and it is absolutely beautiful..... also, Loreena McKennit's DANTE'S PRAYER is a beautiful beautiful song.

You would know the secret of death.

But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?

The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.

If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;

And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.

Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.

Is the sheered not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?

Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink form the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.