cricket poems for funerals

To hunt a bird,To wet a line,Gifts from God,So good and fine. Though your heart wont let the sadnessSimply slide awayThe echoes will diminishEven though the memories stay. Although we fell and stumbled at times,all those hills were necessary climbs. Flower Child Betty Hayes Albright a poem reflecting the carefree and aloof nature of the hippy life.If The World Were Full Of Hippies Rachel-Erika Henderson What would the world be like if everyone was a hippy?Ode To My Generation Betty Hayes Albright a poem urging lack of judgement on those who lived differently. My joy increased, I felt you growas weeks went quickly by Then one blessed day, I felt you moveA tiny butterfly. We sit a whileWe guess bird namesWe look them upWe watch bird games. Poems for those who had a passion for wearing jewellery, or dedicated a lifetime to crafting it themselves. The archer and his bow:Take aim and let the arrow fly,It hits, fast as lightning A perfect bulls-eye. You didnt die just recently,You died some time ago.Although your body stayed a while,And didnt really know. Going to second Mass on a summer SundayYou meet me and you say:Dont forget to see about the cattleAmong your earthiest words the angels stray. Im climbing a mountainThe blue sky is turning to gold,The sunset so peacefulSuch beauty is there to behold. Ourteam Which artelevenHallowedbethy gameOurmatch be wonTheirscorebenoneOn turf Aswe score at leastseven Give us today no card of redAnd forgiveusourlostpassesAswe forgivethoseWho lose passesagainstusLeadusnot intoretaliationAnd deliverusfrompenaltiesForthreeisthe kick offThepower and scorerForeverandeverFulltime! Dont be sad for me todayFor me please do not weepCall upon your memoriesThey are yours to keep. Joyce Kilmer wrote lots of poems about nature. Id like to sow the barren spotswith all the flowers of earth,To leave a path where those who comeshould find but gentle mirth;And when at last Im called uponto join the heavenly throngId like to feel along my wayId left no sign of wrong. Just wish me to be near you,And Ill be there with you. "Warm Summer Sun" by Walt Whitman. Guest. Survival and loveare what counts, and arentgames. I hear you whisper softly in my earTake a step forward, dont worry dearYou have my blessing, your life to enhanceKeep dancing to music of the Tea Dance.. Given that Mr Ashley has a tight hold on the purse strings the future looks grim. Feels good as chain clunks from one socket to the next and the ticking whirring of freewheel and zipping noise of fast tires on flat asphalt. They smoked, and talked of stocks and shares, Please smile and do not shed a tear, wipe away that silly frown,Im off upon that final ride, another Biker who has gone down. Ineffective? They laugh and have a kick around. " When an Old Cricketer Leaves the Crease " is a track on the Roy Harper album HQ, a prominent example of cricket poetry. So I handed him my bottleAnd he drank down my last swallowThen he bummed a cigaretteAnd asked me for a lightAnd the night got deathly quietAnd his face lost all expressionSaid, If youre gonna play the game, boyYou gotta learn to play it right. Wonderful wood full of carbon is ecologicalThe carpenter stands back in his craftsmans callWorking with your hands shows a skill so goodAs he works he magic cutting and shaping the wood. You filled our home with happinessand made our life complete.The time we had with youwas far too short, but oh so sweet. Bottles of red, bottles of white,Barrels of brown and glasses so bright,Keep the night peaceful and the customers polite,Dont let a fight break out tonight. Understand?Number one in all the landSuperhuman, super-spannedIn control and in commandIm the man, Im the manThe one and only goalie with my expanding hands! Made from the earth by loving handsThrough heat and rain prepared,To face the joys and storms of lifeAnd treasured moments shared. Poems reflecting upon the importance of the memories we have of others. The four-inch beam has filled the best with fear.They leap and land, then totter and some fall.The lines around the floor seem oft so near,That tiny step outside can lose it all. Popular funeral poems and readings. You may think of me in your waking hoursAnd on those sleepless nightsJust look out of the window and youll find meThat brightest star, that dazzling light. That Hand is you, Old Sailor.And youll be sailing out on Heavenly Seas.May the wind be ever at your back.Fair weather, and God Speed! Our Memories Build A Special Bridge Emily Matthews A verse highlighting the importance of memories. It's been mixed up week here at STW Towers, mostly thanks to everyone suddenly realising they haven't used up their annual leave so they'd better take some time off. The Carpenter Paul Warren A poem not about death, but about highlighting the skill and talent of a woodworker.The Carpenter Lives On anon A poem that highlights the legacy of a carpenter in all the things he created.The Chips Are Down Michael Ashby A humorous poem where the carpenter laments not building his own coffin.The Master Carpenter G. E. Nordell A religious poem about a carpenter building a throne for God in heaven. I dont know where wed be today,If it werent for the two of you.To show us strength, support, and love,Like only the two of you can do. The draping, it is perfectNo wrinkles will you seeA symbol of a nationA reminder that were free. The sky became your deep blue seaThe clouds became your shoreAnd there, for all eternityYou sat with friends galore. We both are made by one in the same.We grew to be different, Im not to blame. But take heed, becauseShes still keeping an eye on all of us,So lets make sureShe will like what she sees. Few things are as fleetingAs footprints in the sand;Sometimes we walk aloneAnd sometimes hand in hand. or hanging inside the dark closet. My heart often pounding; Im going to burstCome on legs, keep going!I want to come first. He has achieved successwho has lived well,laughed often, and loved much;who has enjoyed the trust ofpure women,the respect of intelligent men andthe love of little children;who has filled his niche and accomplished his task;who has left the world better than he found itwhether by an improved poppy,a perfect poem or a rescued soul;who has never lacked appreciation of Earths beautyor failed to express it;who has always looked for the best in others andgiven them the best he had;whose life was an inspiration;whose memory a benediction. This traverse may the poorest takeWithout oppress of toll;How frugal is the chariotThat bears a human soul! We have sought, but we sought it vainly,That one last drink divine;We have sampled his various bottles,But somehow they dont combine:Yet I know when I cross the riverAnd stand on the Golden ShoreI shall meet with an angel chemist Wholl brew me that drink once more. Twilight and evening bell,And after that the dark!And may there be no sadness of farewell,When I embark. Sowellgono more a-climbingSolate into the night,Though the will be neer unyielding,And the urge be still as bright. 1. Himself against himself, he ever setsHis knights, pawns, castles in a proud array;His soul the stake he on the issue bets Too great a prize to risk in thoughtless play. A 93rd minute winner ensures the days before the next game are filled with hope, a thumping defeat fills hearts with despair. Dear God, please take care of my little girl,The one with big eyes and soft brown curls.She was special, as you should know.I really didnt want to let her go. The audience is waitingFamiliar faces all aroundOnce again the baton strikesAnd I hear that familiar sound. Go up the rocks and wait; flushed apple-trees. Here is an excert from a letter to an American explaining all about Cricket. Bartenders Prayer anon A lovely little poem about the wishes of a bartender every evening before the bar opens.The Last Barman Poet Tom Cruise The poem from the 1988 film Cocktail.My Shift Is Over Mark Gregory A poem about the varied role that a bartender takes on while entertaining his punters. Poems encouraging us to think positively in the face of death. He is a lover of the earth,And all the wonders it gives birth;He is a lover of the bloom,And all the fragrant, sweet perfume. [Person] is now the brightest star in our sky tonight burning on, with a flame dimmed with sadness and sorrow for us still here.The stars are watching us. Written with a pen.Sealed with a kiss.If you are my friend,please answer this: Are we friendsOr are we not?You told me onceBut I forgot. Our memories build a special bridgeWhen loved ones have to partTo help us feel were with them stillAnd soothe a grieving heart.They span the years and warm our livesPreserving ties that bind;Our memories build a special bridgeAnd bring us peace of mind. H eartbreaks hurt less when you were by my side. You are the picture I paint in my headOf beauty that only exists in thought.You are the picture I dream of in bed.Of beauty that I have forever thought. we missThe joy that liesIn labour, and in thisGrow old before our time.The gardeners artIs Natures own,And he who tends a partTends the whole.The noblest work of manIs to add beauty to the world. Dont laugh at me, for I am not laughing with you.I see youre laughing at me why is this true? You loved the roaring of the crowd,The rush of victory,You loved the sweat, the tears, the toil,The adrenaline, so sweet. Sunday morning early comesThis sweltering summers day;One more rider, Heaven bound,Roars through the Pearly Gates. Poems for those who lived their life in rural areas, or simply shared a passion for rolling hills and sprawling fields. Core of my heart, my country! Funeral Poems; Memorial Poems, sayings, quotes, and verses; Celebration of Life Poems; Remembrance Poems The Comfort and Sweetness of Peace After the clouds, the sunshine, after the winter, the spring, after the shower, the rainbow, for life is a changeable thing. The tired old men who napped. It may not display this or other websites correctly. And if theres an occasionTo mention who you knewSpeak kindly of that personAs one day it will be you. When someone dies, the clothes are so sad. Ive seen them win, lose and draw, rush by in charging blur, Neck and neck, nose to nose, to the photo we refer, The weight is right, the track is fair, the sun will always shine, As once more past the Judges, and I cross that Finish Line. Until that day Ill close my eyes,And see your smiling face.Ill lock you up inside me heart,Until we again embrace. As you played and sharedAnd helped and taughtThe laughter and love always shone through. Nor is it the game of chance, that punting always brings, From TAB and bookies, and bar-room betting rings, The heady smell of fine manure, turf so lush and green, Fine dressed folk and superb horseflesh, making up the scene. For this one farmer the worries are over, lie down and rest your head,Your time has been and struggles enough, put the tractor in the shed. The Rape Of The Lock And Other, s By Pope Tingling Catch: Noeline Gannaway's NZ cricket. Fly Like A Bird Javon Evans A poem detailing how wonderful and freeing it would be to fly.In Memoriam Victoria Bruce A poem encouraging mourners to think of the deceased in natures finer details.No Fear Of Flying anon A message from the deceased that they are no afraid to fly or to die. The stars glisten in the night skyShining like diamonds;The fire burns a hot blazing redWarming even the coldest of nights.Fireflies lighting the dark skyLike lanterns drifting in the night;The ooey gooey mallowsChocolate melting in your mouth.Belting campfire songsSerenading the animals into a blissful sleep;Reciting spooky stories of things that lurk in the darkKnowing no one will sleep tonight.The simplicity and beauty of the night;Making memories that last forever. My Old Fishing Boat by Isaac McLellan. Avaruus Ja Thtitiede. So, if youre searching for a poem for a grandmother, scroll down to G or hit Ctrl+F to find grandmother on this page; this can be done for someone who loved cricket, someone who suffered from Alzheimers, someone who brought laughter into everyones lives, or any other topic you can think of. This wretched pain inside of meMy throat, my heart, my now. They dipThey soarThey dart right byWe wonder how it feels to fly. You were the jewel in our heartsYou were loved in every way.Now youre gone, youre truly missedeach and every day. A limb has fallen from the family tree.I keep hearing a voice that says,Grieve not for me.Remember the best times,the laughter, the song.The good life I livedwhile I was strong.Continue my heritage,Im counting on you.Keep smiling and surelythe sun will shine through.My mind is at ease,my soul is at rest.Remembering all,how I truly was blessed.Continue traditions,no matter how small.Go on with your life,dont worry about falls.I miss you all dearly,so keep up your chin.Until the day comeswere together again.. This second rose represents our courage.To confront our sorrow,To comfort each other,To change our lives. My toes may bleedAnd my knees, grow weakBut Ill never stop dancingNot until I reach my peak. I know well they powerIn each trying hourThou servant so faithful and trueWhen the swift rushing windIs left muttering behindAs thou sippest the sweet morning dew. Therell be many destinationsSome are happy, some are sadEach one a brief reminderOf the great times that weve had. I am never without it (anywhere. Although I cannot see you,I feel your presence near.I will hold you close in memory,Till I drop my very last tear. Deeper down I goso unknown steps belowexploring further than anyones beenthere seems to be no end. Stalactites hang from abovetheir beauty alone is enoughwalls covered in draperiesmillions of years of Earths memories. He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. I shot an arrow into the air,It fell to earth; I knew not where.For, so swiftly it flew, the sightCould not follow it in its flight. He held up a golden crown,as my darling mother looked on.He said in His gentle voice,I will now explain each one., The first gem, He said, is a Ruby,and its for endurance alone,for all the nights you waited upfor your children to come home., For all the nights by their bedside,you stayed till the fever went down.For nursing every little wound,I add this ruby to your crown., An emerald, Ill place by the ruby,for leading your child in the right way.For teaching them the lessons,That made them who they are today., For always being right there,through all lifes important events.I give you a sapphire stone,for the time and love you spent.. When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear. Day is ended, dim my eyes,but journey long before me lies.Farewell, friends! That man was made of many partsA teacher of lifes skills and artsFull of love and full of careWith much to give, and much to share. see also: The Countryside, Flowers, and Gardening. Unique if rudyard kipling related items, Etsy. To lose ones wealth is sad indeed,To lose ones health is more,To lose ones soul is such a lossThat no man can restore. Poems for Funerals and Memorial Services One does not leave a funeral in the same way that he has come. Crystals form almost uniformwhere many cave creatures are bornflowing walls made of stonebeautiful formations have grown. And now my race had endedSo much I have achievedI loved you all so very muchIt was so hard to leave. A Bowlers Prayer anon A short, light-hearted, slightly religious verse praising the game of ten-pin bowling. Well always rememberthat special smile,that caring heart,that warm embrace,you always gave us.You being therefor Grandma and usthrough good and bad times,no matter what.Well always rememberyou Grampa becausetherell never be another oneto replace you in our hearts,and the love we will alwayshave for you. You left withoutWarning.Gone so fast.Now all we haveAre memoriesOf our past. I am the wind in your hair, the sand in your toesButterfly kisses that you feel on your noseI am with you at sunrise and in the sunsetBut you cannot see me, its my one regret. One more day to sing our song, Close To You,and listen to you sing it to your son too. When the bell rings for last ordersPlease dont panic or get vexedIts simply time to sup this worlds last drinkBefore ordering your first in the next. The race begins,as engines roar.They charge ahead,like a wild boar. We miss him in his gardenDoing odd jobs here and there.We miss him at the tableWhen we see the empty chair.We miss him at the firesidewhen we gather round the blaze.We miss him, oh, we miss himIn a hundred different ways.When troubles came the familyWould always turn to him.He always had a cheery wordWhen things were looking grimAnd now hes gone we know he wouldntWant us to be sad But life can never be the sameWithout the Dear Old Dad. R est in peace and know I will miss you every day. For untying the strings that held them,when they grew up and left home.I give you this one for courage.Then the Lord added a garnet stone. Here lies a man who loved the game,Of knights and bishops, pawns and rooks,He spent his days in quiet thought,Wondering which piece should be took. I would be wearing a favourite dressYou as always looking your usual bestFeeling like Cinderella at the BallWith the most handsome Prince Charming of all. realize,when I dive into the sea,Im part of something greater yet. For a second you were flyingLike you always wanted toNow youll fly foreverIn skies of azure blue. Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.I give a share of my soul to the world where my course is run.I know that another shall finish the task I must leave undone.I know that no flower, nor flint was in vain on the path I trod.As one looks on a face through a window, through life, I have looked on God. Roads go ever ever onUnder cloud and under star,Yet feet that wandering have goneTurn at last to home afar.Eyes that fire and sword have seenAnd horror in the halls of stoneLook at last on meadows greenAnd trees and hills they long have known. Just know our love goes deep and strongWell forget you neverThe child we had, but never hadAnd yet will have forever! My grandfathers clock was too large for the shelf,So it stood ninety years on the floor.It was taller by half than the old man himself,Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,And was always his treasure and pride;But it stopped short never to go again When the old man died. We never had the chance to play,To laugh, to rock, to wiggle.We long to hold you, touch you nowAnd listen to you giggle. That taketh all things under wing. These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits andAre melted into air, into thin air:And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-cappd towers, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples, the great globe itself,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolveAnd, like this insubstantial pageant faded,Leave not a rack behind. I brood not over the broken past,Nor dread whatever time may bring;No nights are dark, no days are long,While in my heart there swells a song,And I can sing. Thtitiede. When I feel overwhelmed by destruction,Let me go down to the sea.Let me sit by the immeasurable oceanAnd watch the surfBeating in and running out all day and all nightLet me sit by the seaAnd have the bitter sea windsSlap my cheeks with their cold, damp handsUntil I am sensible again.Let me look at the sky at nightAnd let the stars tell meOf limitless horizons and unknown universesUntil I am grown calm and strong once more. Poems for those who brought laughter into our lives. I pray that if a batsmanLoops a ball into my lap,Ill pouch it without too much fuss,And get a well-earned clap. crunch!, but I know you may fight back.You are so bright it makes me cry.When I finish creating different things, I may destroy you.There are so many of you, but compared to Legoland, this is small.You may be decoration but you are more to me.You are the biggest set and I am happy to see you.You are beautiful when you are together, but it makes me sad because the adventure is over. Cricket, Lovely Cricket By Kwame Dawes Sometimes living in America is like living in a bubble. And so we meet again today,To toast your bodys end.For it was true and faithful,Until right at the end. Dear friends I go, but do not weep;Ive lived my life, so full and deep.Throughout my life, I gave my best,I earned my keep, Ive earned my rest.I never tried to be great or grand,I tried to be a helping hand. Its fun and its laughterIts planning and strategyBut most of all, its you and me.We laugh, we cheer, we argue a few,but this is a memory made anew. As you bid me farewell this one last timeSpray me with natures flowers and loveFor I will need those memoriesAs I watched you from above. Dad Karen K. Boyer A poem reflecting upon how a father made his children throughout his life.Dear Old Dad Patience Strong A poem lamenting all the things we miss about our father.A Happy Man Edwin Arlington Robinson A verse about a father who feels as though his role in life has been fulfilled.Life Lessons Joanna Fuchs A verse admiring all the lessons a father taught his children.Memories Of Dad anon A poem reflecting on the positive influence a father had on his children.Not A Day Goes By, Dad anon Another poem about a fathers positive influence, and how it will never be forgotten.Our Father Kept A Garden anon Another lovely poem about everything our father taught us in his life.Thanks, Dad anon A verse thanking a father for everything his did during his life.That Man Cliff Sargeant A verse about all the wonderful things that man did for us during his life.Walk A Little Slower, Daddy Helen Bush A verse about following in a wonderful fathers giant footsteps.What Is A Dad? Tiny Angel, look at me,I want this image clearThat I will forget your precious faceIs my biggest fear. Whats with this gameThat made you feel so high?Was it your teamYour matesThe offside trapAnd then that lousy shoot-outNearly made you cry? But you think I am goneYou dont see me, but I can see youWhatever the problems, I will help you get through. There is an old belief that the stars shining in the night sky are the spirits of those who have died.They have shed their earthly bodies and exchanged them for bodies made of light;thousands upon thousands of our dear departed friends all promoted to glory in the night sky.There is another saying that the brightest flame burns the shortest. Poems about people who liked a drink in a healthy way. Where words fail,music speaks.It speaks of the pain,of the sorrow,of the lost,of the life we live.It shares emotions.Its a way to connect,to understandwhat others feel.Where words fail,music speaks.It tells the truthwhether you want it to or not.Music shares the soulsof those were around,of those in the worldthat were living.I wish to sharemy music with youSo you can understandthe pain I feel,so I can share my soul with you,so you can understandWhat Im going through. and cricket pads. I picture you in every placeAmong the trees and waters blueAnd every time it comes to mindIm grateful I had you. "At Lords" by Francis Thompson is pretty well-known (above wiki > cricket poetry > poems). Bird Watching Amy Ludwig Vanderwater A poem highlighting the joys and excitement of bird watching.Fly Celine Dion Words originally sung that reveal the sorrow yet relief of setting someone free from this Earth. Minimalist Funeral Poem Ready to Print Those We Love, Celebration of Life Table Sign, Forever In Our Hearts, Funeral Poem Digital Download PeachPaperieCo (271) $5.99 The day god took you home, memory poem, shadow box frame, memorial gift keepsake, home decor, funeral poem MadewithlovebygemGB (521) $41.31 Let us faith and hope receiveThe rose still grows beyond the wall,Scattering fragrance far and wideJust as it did in days of yore,Just as it did on the other side,Just as it will forever-more. As you learned lifes messagesNo matter how hardThe laughter and love always shone through. Ive seen fire and Ive seen rainIve been through a desert on a horse with no name, Ive gone to Kansas City, I sang in the sunshineIve been on the road again, with Georgia on my mind, Like a rolling stone, Ive given peace a chanceIve put a camel to bed and danced the last dance, Mr Tambourine Man played a song for meIve whispered words of wisdom, let it be, Ive fallen into a burning ring of fire and walked the lineTo all the girls Ive loved before, you were always on my mind, Ive been everywhere, Ive been so lonesome I could cryIve driven my Chevy to the levee when the levee was dry, Ive been to Itchy Coo Park in a yellow submarineIve made the scene in a time machine, Ive done the Hokey Pokey and turned myself aroundIve welcomed baby back to the poor side of town, Ive followed the tracks of my tears down a long and winding roadIve kept on searching for a heart of gold, Ive sought shelter from the storm, Ive sat on the dock of the bayIve rocked around the clock, on a sunshiny day, Ive knocked on Heavens door, while blowing in the windJoy to the world those were the days my friend. I chat about peoples livesI help to solve their woes,I make damn sure their night will thrive,And they keep me on my toes. Friend and kin,I loved them so;Although Im gone,Im sure they know. But I am a man who loves his jobAnd the life I live. Trees by Joyce Kilmer. O Life! If thou wouldst win, and not thy fortune rue,Subdue thyself yet to thyself be true. Poems for those who discovered a love of dance, either watching or participating, throughout their life. The archer and his bowNever cease to amaze;They are togetherThroughout all days. Angel Wings anon A beautiful poem about the deep bond a parent forms with a child even when they die young.Asleep Wendy Sisson A short but impactful poem comparing an infants death to a peaceful sleep.A Butterfly Lights Beside Us anon A touching short verse comparing the loss of a child to a butterfly passing by.The Cord anon A beautiful poem about a mothers love for their deceased child being an unbreakable, invisible cord.Dear Child In Heaven anon A poem with a religious sentiment finding comfort in the knowledge of a child in heaven.Fingerprints Tom Krause A poem reflection upon the huge impact a child can have on our lives and our hearts.Little Snowdrop anon A poem to reflect the immense grief a parent might feel when they lose their child.Love In Every Tear anon A poem about the child we had, but never had, yet we will have forever.Never K. Fugleberg A poem lamenting all the things a parent will never get to do with their child.Parenthood Graeme Cook An amusing and thought-provoking poem about the joys and toils of parenting.These Are My Footprints anon A poem that urges us to see the remnants of a lost child in the world around us.Tiny Angel anon A poem reflecting upon the question of why? we had to lose a child at such a young age.Too Soon Mary Yarnall A poem about loving a child enough for a lifetime, even though they were taken too soon.When I Speak Martin Nelson A poem about the positive memories one still has after a childs death. Every songbird has its own unique songAnd yours is my favourite.Would my first steps be as hasty if not for its tempo?Would my spirits be as high if not for its key?Your song walked with me as I grew upLike an underscore, lifting me.And I have always listened, and I always will.For no matter how quiet your tune gets,As the years go on and time passes,Even if it fades out to a gentle hum,The echo of your melody will continue to guide meAnd shape me into the (wo)man that I will become.So, although you arent here to sing it,The beat of your song will continue in our hearts.Its steady rhythm will keep us on track.And now every time I hear a songbirds song,I will think of you, and I will sing back.