Funeral Verses

Funeral Poems for a Friend

Friendship is the one great love with no official ceremony — no anniversary, no vows — which is why a friend’s funeral can feel like the first time anyone says out loud what the friendship was. A poem helps. The verses below were chosen for chosen family: poems of gratitude, companionship on the road, and comfort, each with a note on when it fits and who might read it.

Poems about what a friend was

Shakespeare’s Sonnet 30 is the great friendship-grief poem in English: a catalogue of sorrows that all dissolve at the thought of one dear friend. Its final couplet, addressed directly to the friend, lands with startling force at a funeral.

Sonnet 30 (When to the Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought)William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night, And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe, And moan the expense of many a vanished sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.

Public domain

Edgar Guest’s plain-spoken thank-you verse says what most mourners actually want to say at a friend’s service: I wish I could have been to you what you were to me. It reads well even for someone who has never read a poem aloud in their life.

A Friend's GreetingEdgar A. Guest (1881–1959)
I’d like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me; I’d like to be the help that you’ve been always glad to be; I’d like to mean as much to you each minute of the day As you have meant, old friend of mine, to me along the way. I’d like to do the big things and the splendid things for you, To brush the gray from out your skies and leave them only blue; I’d like to say the kindly things that I so oft have heard, And feel that I could rouse your soul the way that you have stirred. I’m wishing at this Christmas time that I could but repay A portion of the gladness that you’ve strewn along my way; And could I have one wish this year, this only would it be: I’d like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me.

Published 1917 — public domain · The third stanza's seasonal line is usually omitted or adapted at a funeral.

Emily Dickinson measured distance from a friend not in miles but in rooms — and made even the final distance sound crossable. Four lines, ideal for an order of service.

Elysium Is as Far as ToEmily Dickinson (1830–1886)
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom —

Public domain

Poems for the road shared

Robert Louis Stevenson wrote his own epitaph, and it has served travellers, sailors, and adventurous friends ever since. For the friend who was happiest outdoors — or simply glad to be wherever they were — few poems fit better.

RequiemRobert Louis Stevenson (1850–1894)
Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.

Public domain

Sam Walter Foss’s beloved poem honours the friend whose door was always open — the one whose kitchen everyone ended up in. Its refrain works beautifully as a short reading on its own.

The House by the Side of the RoadSam Walter Foss (1858–1911) — excerpt
Let me live in a house by the side of the road, Where the race of men go by — The men who are good and the men who are bad, As good and as bad as I. I would not sit in the scorner’s seat, Or hurl the cynic’s ban — Let me live in a house by the side of the road And be a friend to man.

Public domain

For the friend who did everything wholeheartedly, this anonymous verse shifts the question from how the loss happened to how the life was lived — which is usually the story a best friend is best placed to tell.

Not, How Did He Die, But How Did He Live?Traditional (author unknown)
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 a word of good cheer, To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?

Traditional verse

Poems of comfort and letting go

Mary Elizabeth Frye’s consolation was itself written for a friend — composed in 1932 for a young woman grieving her mother — and it remains one of the most-read funeral poems in the world. The full text and the story behind it are on our dedicated page.

Do Not Stand at My Grave and WeepMary Elizabeth Frye (1905–2004) — excerpt
Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.

Widely treated as public domain

Christina Rossetti’s “Remember” — spoken in the voice of the person who died, ending with permission to “forget and smile” — suits a friend who would have hated to see anyone miserable on their account. We look at the full sonnet line by line on its own page. And this traditional Gaelic blessing closes a service gently:

Deep Peace (A Gaelic Blessing)Traditional Gaelic
Deep peace of the running wave to you, Deep peace of the flowing air to you, Deep peace of the quiet earth to you, Deep peace of the shining stars to you, Deep peace of the gentle night to you.

Traditional verse

Who should read the poem at a friend’s service

At a friend’s funeral the family usually leads the service, so if you’ve been asked to read, it’s because you mattered — accept if you possibly can. Keep your introduction to a sentence or two about why you chose the poem; the verse does the rest. If several friends want to take part, two short poems read by two people works better than one long one. And if you’re carrying the tribute itself rather than a reading, our eulogy examples for a best friend show how to capture a friendship the family only ever saw from the outside.

For more options, the full collection of funeral poems is organised by tone and relationship, and our funeral readings guide adds prose passages that pair naturally with any verse here.

Questions about poems for a friend's funeral

Is it appropriate for a friend, not family, to read a poem at a funeral?

Yes — being asked to read is one of the traditional roles given to close friends, precisely because friends can sometimes speak more steadily than immediate family. Check the running order with whoever is arranging the service, keep any introduction brief, and you will not put a foot wrong.

What's a good short poem for a best friend's funeral?

Emily Dickinson's 'Elysium is as far as to' (four lines) and the Gaelic 'Deep Peace' blessing (five lines) both read beautifully in under thirty seconds. Stevenson's 'Requiem' (eight lines) suits a friend who loved the outdoors. Short poems often land harder than long ones — the room stays with every word.

Can I adapt a poem's words to fit my friend?

For public-domain and traditional verses, yes — swapping a pronoun or dropping a dated line (like the Christmas reference in Edgar Guest's poem) is common practice. Mention the original title and author when you do. Copyrighted poems should be read as written.

Should I choose a sad poem or an uplifting one?

Take your cue from the friend. A gathering for someone who filled rooms with laughter usually wants gratitude and warmth — Guest, Foss, or 'Not, How Did He Die' — while a quieter friendship may suit Shakespeare's Sonnet 30 or Rossetti. Many services pair one of each: a poem of grief early, a poem of thanks to close.