24+ Death Poems For Husband: Crying & Grief

As to the wife, her husband is a confidant, a soulmate, joy and happiness in daily life. Therefore, losing the husband they love with all their hearts is the cruelest thing.

For the wife who has never experienced the pain of losing a husband, it would be impossible to understand the feeling of losing a man, the breadwinner. It would be a great loss that can never ever be forgotten. That pain and loss are difficult to put into words, so the death poems for the husband will be words of comfort and encouragement to help the widow overcome this adversity.

A collection of death poems for the husband are short and emotional that express the true feeling of the wife. These poems can be read at the husband’s funeral to show respect, mourning, and memories of his life. I guarantee that, even though he is in the afterlife, he will always watch and help you overcome the obstacles ahead.

1, My Hero, My Husband © Teresa

When they told me you were leaving,
I didn’t believe.
Even as you slipped away,
I didn’t believe.
Day after day in denial I’d stay.
This cannot happen!
Our life cannot end!
In vain I so fought it, in vain I would pray.
My Hero, my Husband, don’t leave me today.
My Darling, My Dearest, no words can explain,
No man can replace you, no way to ease this pain.
My love, my protector, provider, life mate.
Gone, gone, just gone…

2, Pain Of Widow © Ethan Esmary

In her youth destiny closed her door,
When her newly wed husband got drown near sea shore,
Even his remains didn’t reach her,
Her soul vanished from body like fur,
As the age was medieval,
She was looked upon like unclaimed wealth,
Poverty struck her like thunder,
Jobless , joyless without any supporter,
She had no choice but to sell her house whole,
In order to get butter and days about to get fold,
From traders to merchants all looted her as helper in disguise,
Acted as well wishers and sometimes wanted to marry her by force from inside,
Shivering in deep pain and brutal society,
She wished death and prayed for it to Almighty,
But one day a prince passed her by,
He felt pity for lady but didn’t wanted to hurt her pride ,
He won her heart by paying her loans,
And also punished the unjust traders who robbed coz she was alone,
He approached the lady in pleasant tone,
And proposed her on knees by kneeling his throne,
World witnessed that justice was alive,
Widow was made his princess and loving royal bride,

3, R.I.P My Beloved © Khutso Matlaila

R.I.P My Beloved
I Wish To Write
But Am Out Of Words
Your Death Left Me Speachless
Your Chapter Was Closed Too Soon
I Wish You Had Another Chance To Live
How I Wish I Had Enough Time To Be With You
Its A Pitty I Met You On Your Last Days
When I Thought Am Getting To Know You Better
Death Took You Away

Am Missing You Already
Even Though You Use To Trouble Me A Lot
I Miss All The Good Times We Had Together
Even Though You Use To Annoy Me Alot Sometimes
I Miss All The Troubles You Use To Give Me
I Still Want More Of Your Time
Your Presence Meant A Lot To Me
Being Around You Always Made Me Happy

You Left An Abyss In My Heart
That Can Be Filled
Your Death Left Me Shartterd
My Heart Is Bleeding
My Planet Has Lost Its Sun
I Still Feel Like Its A Bad Dream
Which I Wish To Be Waken From
Even Though I Saw You Lying Lifelessly In A Pool Of Your Own Blood
I Still Find It Hard To Believe That You Are Gone
Loving You Is Something Which I Will Never Regret Doing

4, To My Husband: SOMETIMES I PRETEND © Stacy Knasel

I get so sad, now that you’ve died,
Sometimes I pretend its all just a lie.
You saved my life in so many ways,
I tried to save yours day after day.
When God came to get you,and take
you home,
I tried to hold on, I tried not to let you go.
Why would God take you from me?
When your all that I had,
My life fills so empty without
you here,
I feel so alone,
I know I’m not whole,
The worlds not right without you here,
I try to remember how blessed I was,
To have been able to look at your smiling face,
To have felt your arms in a loving embrace.
I still feel cheated
And feel it’s unfair,that your not here.
Only God knows his plan,
And I do thank him for the time we had,
I’m still so sad, now that you’ve died,
Sometimes I will still pretend it’s all
just a lie.

5, A Happy Man © Edwin Arlington Robinson

When these graven lines you see,
Traveller, do not pity me;
Though I be among the dead,
Let no mournful word be said.

Children that I leave behind,
And their children, all were kind;
Near to them and to my wife,
I was happy all my life.

My three sons I married right,
And their sons I rocked at night;
Death nor sorrow never brought
Cause for one unhappy thought.

Now, and with no need of tears,
Here they leave me, full of years,–
Leave me to my quiet rest
In the region of the blest.

6, Perfect Love © Jay Wyatt

The love of my life, my companion, my wife
Has gone home to heaven, she took that great flight.

God blessed me with her, when we were both young
So full of life, alive and high-strung.

We saw much sunshine; we went through much rain
Good times and bad times, laughter and pain.

Sometimes we laughed, and sometimes we cried
But what ever we went through, she stayed by my side.

She always loved me, no doubt in my mind
Caring, compassionate, forgiving and kind.

Her last years were painful, her last days were rough
And though she was suffering, she stayed faithful and tough.

She couldn’t eat, and she couldn’t walk
And in her last hours, she couldn’t even talk.

But now she is feasting and singing glad songs
And on streets of gold, she is running along.

Safe in the presence, of her Savior and Lord
Her battle is over, her body’s restored.

Good people pass on, often before their time
But those who follow godly paths, rest in peace when they die.

I’m sad and I’ll miss her, I’m grieved and I’m hurt
Because she’s up in Heaven and I’m still on earth.

But I’ll see her again; I’ll be with her someday
Because Jesus my Savior has provided the way.

I loved her, the only way I knew how
My love wasn’t perfect, but she’s loved perfect now.

7, Stillness © Audrey Klatkiewicz

Eternal lights flicker
In a distant sky.
Where have you gone;
Why did you die?

When I first saw you,
You stole my heart,
And until this awful day,
We have never been apart.

I look to the heavens,
Hoping to see you anew.
Where have you gone?
I’m searching for you.

My painful cries
Fill the dark of night.
I need your arms
To hold me tight.

Where have you gone?
Show me the place
So I can once again see
The smile on your face.

We met life’s challenges
And somehow made it through.
But how do I do it
Alone without you?

I know you are in my heart,
But I long to see your face.
Memories of yesterday
Leave only a trace.

There’s emptiness now
That nothing can fill.
I so need to find you
So I, too, can be still.

8, Missing You © Kathy Murphy

I sit alone now in the darkness of despair.
I cry my silent tears.
My heart is broken into a million tiny pieces.
The silence is deafening to my ears.
The darkness frightens me.
The shadows climb the wall.
I hear footsteps walking,
Passing through the hall.
The loneliness surrounds me;
It takes my breath away.
This is the pattern of my life
Since that awful, dreadful day.
Without a clue,
Without a hint
Of what was yet to be,
God called you home
To be with him
And took you away from me.
I walk, I talk. I carry on
When the sun pokes out its head,
But when darkness falls
And evening comes,
I cannot go to bed.
For this is when I miss you most of all.
When I curl into a little ball
And cry those silent tears.
Watching the shadows
And missing you.

9, Time © Kimberly P

Time is of the essence, they say
it flees and fades away
We don’t have enough time today
let’s rush it before the night
Hoping to get our way, we pray
to make it thru just right
We really don’t understand times plan
it’s truly the giving type
Looking at time in another light
really should be the demand

Each day and night it moves us

Giving us maturity, strength and courage
to deal with life’s abuses
Stress, ills and pain befall us all
death stops our time out right
Still winter, spring, summer and fall all pass
healing our hearts in spite
In time relief will come our way
It’s promised! It’s true!
As time keeps pushing us progressively forward
until we are renewed

10, I thank you God for most this amazing © E.E. Cummings

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any—lifted from the no
of all nothing—human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

11, Ice Storm © Robert Hayden

Unable to sleep, or pray, I stand
by the window looking out
at moonstruck trees a December storm
has bowed with ice.

Maple and mountain ash bend
under its glassy weight,
their cracked branches falling upon
the frozen snow.

The trees themselves, as in winters past,
will survive their burdening,
broken thrive. And am I less to You,
my God, than they?

12, Listen, Lord: A Prayer © James Weldon Johnson

(A Prayer from God’s Trombones)

O Lord, we come this morning
Knee-bowed and body-bent
Before Thy throne of grace.
O Lord—this morning—
Bow our hearts beneath our knees,
And our knees in some lonesome valley.
We come this morning—
Like empty pitchers to a full fountain,
With no merits of our own.
O Lord—open up a window of heaven,
And lean out far over the battlements of glory,
And listen this morning.

Lord, have mercy on proud and dying sinners—
Sinners hanging over the mouth of hell,
Who seem to love their distance well.
Lord—ride by this morning—
Mount Your milk-white horse,
And ride-a this morning—
And in Your ride, ride by old hell,
Ride by the dingy gates of hell,
And stop poor sinners in their headlong plunge.

And now, O Lord, this man of God,
Who breaks the bread of life this morning—
Shadow him in the hollow of Thy hand,
And keep him out of the gunshot of the devil.
Take him, Lord—this morning—
Wash him with hyssop inside and out,
Hang him up and drain him dry of sin.
Pin his ear to the wisdom-post,
And make his words sledge hammers of truth—
Beating on the iron heart of sin.
Lord God, this morning—
Put his eye to the telescope of eternity,
And let him look upon the paper walls of time.
Lord, turpentine his imagination,
Put perpetual motion in his arms,
Fill him full of the dynamite of Thy power,
Anoint him all over with the oil of Thy salvation,
And set his tongue on fire.

And now, O Lord—
When I’ve done drunk my last cup of sorrow—
When I’ve been called everything but a child of God—
When I’m done traveling up the rough side of the mountain—
O—Mary’s Baby—
When I start down the steep and slippery steps of death—
When this old world begins to rock beneath my feet—
Lower me to my dusty grave in peace
To wait for that great gittin’-up morning—Amen.

13, A Psalm of Life © Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

14, The Widow’s Lament in Springtime © William Carlos Williams

Sorrow is my own yard
where the new grass
flames as it has flamed
often before but not
with the cold fire
that closes round me this year.
Thirtyfive years
I lived with my husband.
The plumtree is white today
with masses of flowers.
Masses of flowers
load the cherry branches
and color some bushes
yellow and some red
but the grief in my heart
is stronger than they
for though they were my joy
formerly, today I notice them
and turn away forgetting.
Today my son told me
that in the meadows,
at the edge of the heavy woods
in the distance, he saw
trees of white flowers.
I feel that I would like
to go there
and fall into those flowers
and sink into the marsh near them.

15, You Just Walked On Ahead of Me © Joyce Grenfell

And I’ve got to understand
You must release the ones you love
And let go of their hand.
I try and cope the best I can
But I’m missing you so much
If I could only see you
And once more feel your touch.
Yes, you’ve just walked on ahead of me
Don’t worry I’ll be fine
But now and then I swear I feel
Your hand slip into mine.

16, Her Late Husband © Thomas Hardy

“No–not where I shall make my own;
But dig his grave just by
The woman’s with the initialed stone –
As near as he can lie –
After whose death he seemed to ail,
Though none considered why.

“And when I also claim a nook,
And your feet tread me in,
Bestow me, under my old name,
Among my kith and kin,
That strangers gazing may not dream
I did a husband win.”

“Widow, your wish shall be obeyed;
Though, thought I, certainly
You’d lay him where your folk are laid,
And your grave, too, will be,
As custom hath it; you to right,
And on the left hand he.”

“Aye, sexton; such the Hintock rule,
And none has said it nay;
But now it haps a native here
Eschews that ancient way . . .
And it may be, some Christmas night,
When angels walk, they’ll say:

“‘O strange interment! Civilized lands
Afford few types thereof;
Here is a man who takes his rest
Beside his very Love,
Beside the one who was his wife
In our sight up above!’”

17, William Morecomb – In Memoriam © Victoria Bruce

For a second you were flying
Like you always wanted to
Now you’ll fly forever
In skies of azure blue
We’ll see your smile in every ray
Of sunshine after rain
And hear the echo of your laughter
Over all the pain
The world’s a little quieter now
The colours have lost their hue
The birds are singing softly
And our hearts are missing you
Each time we see a little cloud
Or a rainbow soaring high
We’ll think of you and gently
Wipe a tear from our eye

18, To A Lady On The Death Of Her Husband © Phyllis Wheatley

GRIM monarch! see, depriv’d of vital breath,
A young physician in the dust of death:
Dost thou go on incessant to destroy,
Our griefs to double, and lay waste our joy?
Enough thou never yet wast known to say, 5
Though millions die, the vassals of thy sway:
Nor youth, nor science, not the ties of love,
Nor ought on earth thy flinty heart can move.
The friend, the spouse from his dire dart to save,
In vain we ask the sovereign of the grave. 10
Fair mourner, there see thy lov’d Leonard laid,
And o’er him spread the deep impervious shade;
Clos’d are his eyes, and heavy fetters keep
His senses bound in never-waking sleep,
Till time shall cease, till many a starry world 15
Shall fall from heav’n, in dire confusion hurl’d,
Till nature in her final wreck shall lie,
And her last groan shall rend the azure sky:
Not, not till then his active soul shall claim
His body, a divine immortal frame. 20

But see the softly-stealing tears apace
Pursue each other down the mourner’s face;
But cease thy tears, bid ev’ry sigh depart,
And cast the load of anguish from thine heart:
From the cold shell of his great soul arise, 25
And look beyond, thou native of the skies;

There fix thy view, where fleeter than the wind
Thy Leonard mounts, and leaves the earth behind.
Thyself prepare to pass the vale of night
To join for ever on the hills of light: 30
To thine embrace this joyful spirit moves
To thee, the partner of his earthly loves;
He welcomes thee to pleasures more refin’d,
And better suited to th’ immortal mind.

19, When Death Comes © Mary Oliver

When it’s over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

19, He Is Gone © David Harkins

You can shed tears that he is gone
Or you can smile because he has lived

You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left

Your heart can be empty because you can’t see him
Or you can be full of the love that you shared

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday

You can remember him and only that he is gone
Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what he would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

20, Fare Thee Well © Lord Byron

Fare thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well:
Even though unforgiving, never
‘Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.

Would that breast were bared before thee
Where thy head so oft hath lain.
While that placid sleep came o’er thee
Which thou ne’er canst know again;

Would that breast, by thee glanced over,
Every inmost thought could show!
Then thou wouldst at last discover
‘Twas not well to spurn it so.

Though the world for this commend thee–
Though it smile upon the blow,
Even its praises must offend thee,
Founded on another’s woe:

Though my many faults defaced me,
Could no other arm be found,
Than the one which once embraced me,
To inflict a cureless wound?

Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not;
Love may sink by slow decay,
But by sudden wrench, believe not
Hearts can thus be torn away:

Still thine own its life retaineth,
Still must mine, though bleeding, beat;
And the undying thought which paineth
Is – that we no more may meet.

These are words of deeper sorrow
Than the wail above the dead;
Both shall live, but every morrow
Wake us from a widow’d bed.

And when thou wouldst solace gather,
When our child’s first accents flow,
Wilt thou teach her to say ‘Father!’
Though his care she must forego?

When her little hands shall press thee,
When her lip to thine is press’d
Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee,
Think of him thy love had bless’d!

Should her lineaments resemble
Those thou never more may’st see,
Then thy heart will softly tremble
With a pulse yet true to me.

All my faults perchance thou knowest,
All my madness none can know;
All my hopes where’er thou goest,
Wither, yet with thee they go.

Every feeling hath been shaken;
Pride, which not a world could bow,
Bows to thee–by thee forsaken,
Even my soul forsakes me now:

But ’tis done–all words are idle­
Words from me are vainer still;
But the thoughts we cannot bridle
Force their way without the will.

Fare thee well! thus disunited,
Torn from every nearer tie
Sear ‘d in heart, and lone, and blighted,
More than this I scarce can die.

21, [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] © E.E.Cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

22, My Lost Love © Anne Spiller

I have only just lost you; the pain is hard to bear.
Do I have to go through life knowing you’re not there?
Please, someone explain to me why he had to go.
Are there any reasons, I really need to know?
I sit here and remember all the lovely times we shared,
the talks, the laughter, of everyone you cared.
I am told the pain will ease in time
and I will think of him without a tear,
but that will be impossible as I need to have him here.
He was my very world, my ever-guiding star.
Just kiss me softly on the cheek and tell me where you are.

23, Til Death Do Us Part © Alex

When life seems a blur,
And I can’t quite believe
That I’m living without you
And you were taken from me,

I sit back and think
Of the memories we shared,
All the laughs that you gave me
And the times that you cared.

‘Til death do us part.
That’s true in our case.
I miss you so much,
Your voice and your face.

Time is a healer.
I can’t say that it’s true,
But life does go on,
Which means without you.

When it all gets too much
And I wish you were here,
I feel thankful that I met you,
And I hold you close, my dear.

‘Til death do us part.
That’s true in our case.
I miss you so much,
Your voice and your face.

24, Where Are You? © Grace A. Mandry

Why has He taken you from me?
Torn from my side, where you should be.
Forty-six years we lived as one
To stand stronger than we had begun.

You’re deep within my heart each day,
The love I crave each time I pray,
The arms I need to hold me tight,
To rid each wrong and make it right.

Your valor was beyond the norm.
You weathered each and every storm.
Whatever challenges you faced,
You conquered with courage and grace.

Unlike you, I’m not self-assured.
Whatever strength I showed was yours.
You held my hands and quelled my fears.
You helped me smile and dried my tears.

Where are you? Are you very near?
Are you so close that you can hear
My voice pleading for one more day,
Just one, before you’re lured away?

They say that time will ease the pain,
Yet days fly by and grief remains.
I miss you! Do you miss me, too?
Are you happy, Love? Oh, where are you?

25, Love Hurts Me © Regina Shane

I love him honestly
But being honest
His love hurts me
I love him truthfully
But truth be told
His love hurts me

Some days I cry
Some days it hard
Some days we fight
Some days we scar

I love him badly
But this love is bad
His love hurts me
I love him madly
But this is all mad
His love hurts me

It’s time for the truth
I have to be real
This love hurts me
It’s time to go
Here I can’t stay
This love hurts me
I have to run
Before I die
This love hurts me

Loving him is sad
In this love I’m sad
His love hurts me
Loving him is death
In this love I’d die
His love hurts me
Loving him is wrong
This love is wrong
His love hurts me

I love him honestly
But being honest
His love hurts me
I love him truthfully
But truth be told
His love hurts me

His not here now
This is my chance
He went somewhere
My time to escape
I can’t stay here
For all this hurt
From this bad life
His love hurts me