30+ Funeral Poems For Dad: Touching, Griefing & Missing

Funerals are times to commemorate. Thus, at the dad’s funeral, besides saying goodbye, you’ll want to think back to all of your wonderful memories of him. However, not everyone can do that, because in those moments you feel like you’re falling, disoriented and letting go of everything because of this great loss.

However, if you want to pay tribute to your dad and commemorate him, poetry is a great source of inspiration to help you do just that. Poems with good, concise, and brief sentences will help to express your mood and thoughts. Poetry also aids in easily sharing messages of love and grief with everyone around you.

These below funeral poems for dads collected from many authors are suitable for reading at your dad’s funeral. Some of the them express your feelings towards your dad, other ones show a life lesson your dad taught you or a beautiful quote from his life. The following poems are especially made for every dad, if you still have not found the right poem, we will update new poems that are suitable for you in the near future.

1, Dad; My Immortal Hero by Dhiraj Seth

Dashing; as he always was,
Dynamic; in each and every cause.

Diligent; to whatever he was tasked,
Delightful; with his sorrows being masked.

Delved deep; into each aspect of my life,
Disciplined me; to be just as nice.

Dad; you are my immortal hero,
Dazzling forever; with a devine halo.

2, Lost Dad by Charlene Amaral

The emotions that filled my body the day you left slowly disappeared leaving me with only faint memories from past years.

As time goes on the images of your face stuck in my brain seems to only come on the darkest of days.

I reminisce on the better times we had together wishing they would have lasted forever.

Unanswered questions multiplied everyday In my dismay but now I just want to know would you have been proud of me?

Dad, I hope your in a better place still watching over me while I cope with the pain of long lost days.

My memories may freeze but you will always be a part of me.

3, Dad by Marc Blue

With memories of my father
who never seemed to bother
the memories of the violence
the distance and the silence
my daddy didn’t stay
he had to run away

on the birthnight of my daughter
I was happy that I got her
then soon came my boy
he filled my heart with joy

I really loved their mother
but, she was too much like my brother
control, neglect, abuse
it drove me to break loose
with mom and dad the same
I’ve grown up not to blame

I tried hard to be there
to show them both I care
always thinking of them
I hope they know I love them

now they both have grown
and too much on their own
I still hope to provide them
with love they need to guide them
still hope to be the dad,……….
……….. the one I never had

4, Dementia by Andrew Fledgeling

Just when my family’s pain
Turns to sorrow
As dad’s brain begins to fail
And dads memories of yesterday
So sadly drifts away

But the memories of years ago
Seem so vivid in dad’s mind
The names of streets and people
That he worked with down the coal mine

If you have a family member
With dementia today
Sit and chat and show them love
And let them know that you care

For dementia is an illness
That’s taken dad’s dignity away
It’s heart breaking to see
Its not the father that I won’ts knew
That I’m sat beside today

5, Not How Did He Die by Summer Sandercox

Not how did he die, but how did he live?
Not what did he gain, but what did he give?
These are the units to measure the worth
Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.

Not, what was his church, nor what was his creed?
But had he befriended those really in need?
Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer,
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?

Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,
But how many were sorry when he passed away.

6, He is Gone by 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’ll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all he’s left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see him,
or you can be full of the love 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 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’d want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

7, Epitaph on a Friend by Robert Burns

An honest man here lies at rest,
The friend of man, the friend of truth;
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Few hearts like his, with virtue warm’d,
Few heads with knowledge so inform’d:
If there’s another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.

8, If Tears Could Build A Stairway by Unknown

If tears could build a stairway,
and memories a lane.
I would walk right up to Heaven
and bring you back again.

No farewell words were spoken,
No time to say “Goodbye”.
You were gone before I knew it,
and only God knows why.

My heart still aches with sadness,
and secret tears still flow.
What it meant to love you –
No one can ever know.

But now I know you want me
to mourn for you no more;
To remember all the happy times
life still has much in store.

Since you’ll never be forgotten,
I pledge to you today
A hollowed place within my heart
is where you’ll always stay.

9, Broken Chain by Ron Tranmer

We little knew the day that
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn’t go alone.
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.

You left us peaceful memories.
Your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you
You are always at our side.

Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same,
but as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again.

10, My Father, My Father by Dakota Ellerton

My father, my father,
I love he,
my father, my father,
made me see,
how beautiful this world really can be.
My father, my father,
said to me,
my daughter my daughter,
come see me,
I wont be around forever, and I have things that must be.
My father, my father,
don’t die on me.

11, Father by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

He never made a fortune, or a noise
In the world where men are seeking after fame;
But he had a healthy brood of girls and boys
Who loved the very ground on which he trod.
They thought him just little short of God;
Oh you should have heard the way they said his name –
‘Father.’

There seemed to be a loving little prayer
In their voices, even when they called him ‘Dad.’
Though the man was never heard of anywhere,
As a hero, yet somehow understood
He was doing well his part and making good;
And you knew it, by the way his children had
Of saying ‘Father.’

He gave them neither eminence nor wealth,
But he gave them blood untainted with a vice,
And opulence of undiluted health.
He was honest, and unpurchable and kind;
He was clean in heart, and body, and in mind.
So he made them heirs to riches without price –
This father.

He never preached or scolded; and the rod –
Well, he used it as a turning pole in play.
But he showed the tender sympathy of God.
To his children in their troubles, and their joys.
He was always chum and comrade with his boys,
And his daughters – oh, you ought to hear them say
‘Father.’

Now I think of all achievements ‘tis the least
To perpetuate the species; it is done

By the insect and the serpent, and the beast.
But the man who keeps his body, and his thought,
Worth bestowing on an offspring love-begot,
Then the highest earthly glory he was won,
When in pride a grown-up daughter or a son
Says ‘That’s Father.’

12, My Father by Anita Guindon

He was a jolly little man full of fun and laughter,
He played jokes on his fellow men
And to him it did not matter.
Education he had not,
But what he learned he never forgot.
He wrote what he knew all about cancer
so that someday, there will be an answer.
He joined the Canadian Medical Corps.
And served in the Second World War.
He risked his life, to save others,
This man, that I call my Father.
Seein’ my Father in me is the title of a song
Which I can relate to as I do see my Father in me.
I have a French accent just like my Father,
I love walking, just like my Father,
I love being with people, just like my father.
But most of all, is my love for children, like my Father.

13, Our Loving Father by Unknown

God took the strength of a mountain & the majesty of a tree.
The warmth of a summer sun, the calm of a quiet sea.
The generous soul of nature & the comforting arm of night.
The wisdom of the ages and the power of the eagle’s flight,
The joy of a morning in spring & the faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity & the depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so, He called it … ‘DAD!’

14, God’s Garden by Unknown

God looked around his garden- And found an empty place,
He then looked down upon the earth- And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you -And lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful -He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering -He knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would never – Get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough – And the hills were hard to climb.
So he closed your weary eyelids – And whispered, ‘Peace be thine’.
It broke our hearts to lose you – But you didn’t go alone,
For part of us went with you – The day God called you home.

15, Roses by Unknown

Roses
On your coffin
A daughter’s last farewell
To the man who taught her so much
Of love

Of life
How to live well
What it meant to be good
As a person and a parent
A friend

16, Daddy’s Little Girl by Unknown

It used to be an insult,
“Daddy’s little girl”
But I never understood
Why I should not be your world

I knew I was your favorite person
Because you were always mine
Never tired, never grumpy
You would always find the time

To answer all my questions
Or play my little games
I know I still have those memories
But it will never be the same

Daddy’s little girl became
Daddy’s grown-up woman
But you were still my rock, my shoulder
The one person who always listened

And now I have to say goodbye
The hardest thing I have ever done
And Daddy’s little girl must face the world
Without Daddy, all alone

17, Dad by Emma

A special dad is hard to find,
You dad I’m keeping in my mind,
I wished you could have stayed forever,
But I will never forget you oh not ever.

If dreams weren’t dreams and dreams came true,
I wouldn’t be here I’d be with you.
Distance is one thing that keeps us apart,
But dad you will always remain in my heart.

A special smile, a special face, a special someone I can’t replace,
I love you and I always will,
You filled a space that no one will ever replace.

18, What Makes A Dad by Unknown

God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle’s flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so, He called it … “DAD!”

19, Old Men Forget by Stanley of Alderley

‘Old men forget!’ aye it may well be so.
But youth remembers all the magic spun
and woven in the warm fraternal glow
of your companionship. Your day is done?
It is not true. You know you left behind
a memory of courage which the years
can but increase. And we, your heirs, will find
that in good truth there’s nothing here for tears.
So be it. This your legacy to youth –
to make the best of all your days
and finally to recognise the truth
and you have shown us, silhouetted, stark
that though we love the sunlight’s summer rays
we need not fear the coming of the dark.

20, If by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

21, Song – Daddy’s Hands by Holly Dunn

I remember Daddy´s hands, folded silently in prayer.
And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story, in the calluses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
I remember Daddy´s hands, how they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back, for something done right.
There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.
Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.
I remember Daddy´s hands, working ’til they bled.
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.
And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.
Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

22, Mirror by J. Allen Shaw

Dad, I am often told I am just like you.
I am honored beyond measure if that is true.
You were the best example of what a man should be.
I am overwhelmed that someone would say that of me.

I never told you enough, how proud I am to be called your son,
Now that you are gone, I want to tell everyone.
You gave me much more than a name,
Someday, I hope my son says the same.

23, Father by Unknown

Family man, first and foremost
A troublemaker, a teacher, a friend
The one person I could always take my troubles to
Heartbreaks hurt less when you were by my side
Even in my darkest hours, you were always there for me
Rest in peace and know I will miss you every day

24, Haiku for a Father by Unknown

You were my best friend
Not just a loving father
But a confidante

A partner in crime
For my silly pranks and jokes
Childhood mischief

There in bad times too
Heartbreaks, breakups, and failed tests
Shoulder to cry on

Will be dearly missed
By friends, loving family
By me most of all

25, Dad by Unknown

Such a simple word, is dad
One syllable, three letters
I do not think that makes it bad
In fact, I think it makes it better

An easy word for kids to say
To remember and repeat
To wish love to at the end of the day
Before a kiss and a drift off to sleep

I did not always call you Dad
Did not always know you well
You just showed up one day wearing plaid
And slowly in love we fell

You made me lunch, you tucked me in
Gave me all your love until I learned
That like mentor, and grandfather and friend
Dad was a title you earned

26, He Only Takes the Best by Unknown

God saw that he was getting tired,
A cure was not to be.
So He put His arms around him
and whispered, “Come with Me.”
With tearful eyes, we watched him suffer,
And saw him fade away.
Although we loved him dearly,
We could not make him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes “the best”.

27, Life Lessons by Joanna Fuchs

You may have thought I didn’t see,
Or that I hadn’t heard,
Life lessons that you taught to me,
But I got every word.
Perhaps you thought I missed it all,
And that we’d grow apart,
But Dad, I picked up everything,
It’s written on my heart.
Without you, Dad, I wouldn’t be
The (woman)(man) I am today;
You built a strong foundation
No one can take away.
I’ve grown up with your values,
And I’m very glad I did;
So here’s to you, dear father,
From your forever grateful kid

28, My Hero by Unknown

You held my hand when I was small
You caught me when I fell
You are the hero of my childhood
And my later years as well
And every time I think of you
My heart still fills with pride
Though I will always miss you Dad
I know you’re by my side
In laughter and in sorrow
In sunshine and in rain
I know you’re watching over me
Until we meet again.

29, To My Father by Georgia Harkness

A giant pine, magnificent and old
Stood staunch against the sky and all around
Shed beauty, grace and power.
Within its fold birds safely reared their young.
The velvet ground beneath was gentle,
and the cooling shade gave cheer to passers by.
Its towering arms a landmark stood, erect and unafraid,
As if to say, “Fear naught from life’s alarms”.

It fell one day.
Where it had dauntless stood was loneliness and void.
But men who passed paid tribute – and said,
“To know this life was good,
It left it’s mark on me. Its work stands fast”.
And so it lives. Such life no bonds can hold –
This giant pine, magnificent and old.

30, A Successful Man by Bessie Anderson Stanley

That man is a success –
who has lived well, laughed often and loved much;
who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love ofchildren;
who has filled his niche and accomplished his task;
who leaves the world better than he found it;
who has never lacked appreciation of earth’s beauty or failed to express it;
who looked for the best in others and gave the best he had.