47 Epitaph Poems to Memorize the Life of Great Souls
Epitaph poems are a powerful way to remember and honor the lives of great souls who have passed away.
Whether they are famous figures, beloved family members, or cherished pets, these epitaph poems can capture the essence of their character and leave a lasting impression on those who read them.
In this article, we explore various categories of epitaph poems, from famous and beautiful to funny and inspirational, as well as those that honor parents, commemorate war, and pay tribute to pets.
Through these different lenses, we gain a deeper appreciation for the art and significance of epitaph poetry.
Famous Epitaph Poems
Since the beginning of history, epitaphs have been used to honor the lives of the dead. Many of these epitaphs have become well-known because of how well they are written and how they make people feel.
1. An Epitaph on a Robin-Redbreast
by Samuel Rogers
Tread lightly here, for here, ’tis said,
When piping winds are hush’d around,
A small note wakes from underground,
Where now his tiny bones are laid.
No more in lone and leafless groves,
With ruffled wing and faded breast,
His friendless, homeless spirit roves;
Gone to the world where birds are blest!
Where never cat glides o’er the green,
Or school-boy’s giant form is seen;
But Love, and Joy, and smiling Spring
Inspire their little souls to sing!
2. Softly
by Colin Gordon-Farleigh
Softly the leaves of memory fall,
Gently I gather and treasure them all.
Unseen, unheard,
You are always near,
So missed, so loved, so very dear.
Softly the light from the stars above,
Glinting and twinkling their message of love.
Unseen, unheard,
You are always near,
So missed, so loved, so very dear.
Softly the sound in heaven above,
Silent the words to my whispered love;
Unseen, unheard,
You are always near,
So missed, so loved, so very dear.
3. Excerpt from Elegy in a Country Churchyard
by Thomas Gray
Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth,
A youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown:
Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Large was his bounty and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send:
He gave to Misery (all he had) a tear;
He gained from Heaven (‘t was all he wished) a friend.
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode
(There they alike in trembling hope repose),
The bosom of his Father, and his God.
4. His Epitaph, Short and Snappy
by Julian Scutts
They nagged him till he’d had enough.
His one remaining joy was snuff.
Beyond the post that ends his race
he has found a better place.
This is no time to joke or laugh
but to write his epitaph.
Art is long but life is short.
I lack the time to more report.
Short and snappy were his days,
short therefore to him my praise.
5. Epitaph for a Fair-Haired-Lad
by Gershon Wolf
Here lies a fair-haired-lad
who ran like the wind
Loved both his parents
never once sinned
Made one mistake
he fell for a nun
She trimmed his blonde locks
~ no more could he run
6. An Epitaph on My Dear and Ever Honoured Mother
by Mrs. Dorothy Dudley
A worthy Matron of unspotted life,
A loving Mother and obedient wife,
A friendly Neighbor, pitiful to poor,
Whom oft she fed, and clothed with her store;
To Servants wisely aweful, but yet kind,
And as they did, so they reward did find:
A true Instructer of her Family,
The which she ordered with dexterity.
The publick meetings ever did frequent,
And in her Closet constant hours she spent;
Religious in all her words and wayes,
Preparing still for death, till end of dayes:
Of all her Children, Children, liv’d to see,
Then dying, left a blessed memory.
7. The House
by Joseph Leidig
The shelter and comfort I gave so freely was gone with my destruction. The child once played alone and content in the comfort of my stairwell. The cat stalked the banister for a friendly monster to attack. The tempting odor from the kitchen, and by the fire, the pungency of the rain laundered dog steaming dry, all memories!
Hate for me was born at the deaths of my several masters. Their Mistresses not understanding that I sheltered also death. Failing to remember the many times his grim shadow was closely put aside as I allowed life also to enter or remain. They failed to realize I must shelter all! Blind to the cause as justice is to the defendant.
The shadows rise and fall with the passing of time, and now, all trace of me is gone. Yet the comfort I gave is still there. For those who knew me come to the spot where I stood and dream of the past. I keep it safe here, waiting for their return.
Again, in the remaining sod, I shelter them with the comfort of their memory of what I once was to each of them.
Beautiful Epitaph Poems
Beautiful epitaph poems help us remember those who have died in a way that is both sad and hopeful. In this part, we’ll look at some of the most beautiful epitaph poems ever written.
1. The Cloths of Heaven
by W.B Yeats
Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light;
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
2. The Smoke Jumper
by Nicholas Evans
If I be the first of us to die,
Let grief not blacken long your sky.
Be bold yet modest in your grieving.
There is a change but not a leaving.
For just as death is part of life,
The dead live on forever in the living.
And all the gathered riches of our journey,
The moments shared, the mysteries explored,
The steady layering of intimacy stored,
The things that made us laugh or weep or sing,
The joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring,
The wordless language of look and touch,
The knowing, Each giving and each taking,
These are not flowers that fade,
Nor trees that fall and crumble,
Nor are they stone,
For even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand
And mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to sand.
What we were, we are. What we had, we have.
A conjoined past imperishably present.
So when you walk the woods where once we walked togther
And scan in vain the dappled bank beside you for my shadow,
Or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze across the land,
And spotting something, reach by habit for my hand,
And finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you,
Be still. Close your eyes. Breathe.
Listen for my footfall in your heart.
I am not gone but merely walk within you.
3. Do not Stand by My Grave and Weep
by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
4. On Death
by Kahlil Gibran
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 shepherd 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 it 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 from 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.
5. Idyll
by Siegfried Sassoon
In the grey summer garden I shall find you
With day-break and the morning hills behind you.
There will be rain-wet roses; stir of wings;
And down the wood a thrush that wakes and sings.
Not from the past you’ll come, but from that deep
Where beauty murmurs to the soul asleep:
And I shall know the sense of life re-born
From dreams into the mystery of morn
Where gloom and brightness meet. And standing there
Till that calm song is done, at last we’ll share
The league-spread, quiring symphonies that are
Joy in the world, and peace, and dawn’s one star.
Funny Epitaph Poems
Funny epitaph poems can be a fun way to remember a loved one and praise their unique sense of humor. In this part, we’ll share some of the funniest epitaph poems out there.
1. A Lovely Rose
by Regina McIntosh
Betty White was the gentle Rose
Golden Girl’s funny lady of repose
She charmed us all on those shows
With kindness a poet might compose
2. A Golden Girl
by Eve Roper
A Golden Girl, Ms. Betty White, one day shall meet
Your life measured in memories that were sweet
May you tap dance to the rhythm of the beat
As you were always amusingly funny on your feet
3. Rip Nephyr E Nough
by Gregory Richard Barden
For Dad I struggled like a slave
Being clean-cut and tight-lipped
I hope he’s happy with my grave
Cuz the grass is always clipped
4. The Last Laugh
by Caren Krutsinger
Here lies John Raccoon Charms
Who laughed at wife’s fat arms.
5. A King
by Paula Goldsmith
A beloved king~Prince Philip,
adored my his loving wife~Queen Elizabeth.
Now watching and ruling from above,
children and grandchildren galore.
6. Burnt at the Stake
by Kaveesha Ruwindi
Here you find a very strange dish of steak,
Of the cat who wanted to be burnt at the stake.
7. Poor Uncle Tom
by Sandra Haight
He lies in peace beneath this tree
where death by shock came suddenly.
That thunderbolt struck Uncle Tom-
he faced the storm before the calm.
8. Here Lies Brutha N Lauh
by Gregory Richard Barden
His dear wife Daisy, wheelchair-bound
Had a sis who thought him lazy
Perhaps she’s glad he’s in the ground
For now he’s pushing Daisy
Inspirational Epitaph Poems
Inspirational epitaph poems can be a strong way to show how important it is to live a life with meaning. In this part, we’ll look at some of the most moving epitaph poems that have ever been written.
1. Jeff Beck Blues
by Paul Warren Poetry
One thing about the sixties time
Was the music was just fine
Listen to it now
The Electric guitars were just wow
Look for the music played
By Jeff Beck part of the British Invasion Escapades
In the Yardbirds supercool
And the album with Rod Stewart rules
So the years roll out for everyone
And for Jeff Beck has been done
But do yourself a favour and listen to his blues
Jeff Beck as a guitarist still rules!
2. Epitaph on the Lady Mary Villiers
by Thomas Carew
This little vault, this narrow room,
Of Love, and Beauty, is the tomb;
The dawning beam that gan to clear
Our clouded sky, lies darken’d here,
Forever set to us, by death
Sent to inflame the world beneath.
‘Twas but a bud, yet did contain
More sweetness than shall spring again;
A budding star that might have grown
Into a sun, when it had blown.
This hopeful beauty did create
New life in Love’s declining state;
But now his empire ends, and we
From fire and wounding darts are free;
His brand, his bow, let no man fear,
The flames, the arrows, all lie here.
3. To Tommy, from Mommy
by Linda Renee Brown
Today I’ll always cry for you,
Your leaving takes my air.
My world is lost without your hugs,
Your sweetness gone fore’er.
Remembering how I nuzzled you,
The scent perfumes my brain.
The memories of your precious eyes
Bring now my tears of pain.
Today I’ll always cry for you,
A hollow’s in my soul.
Without your warm, devoted heart,
I’ll ne’er again be whole.
You’ve been a brave and noble cat
No lion could exceed,
My gentle, trusting angel who
Shared all his love with me.
Today I’ll always cry for you,
And stop I don’t know when.
I’d give up all that I have now
To hear your purr again.
I weep for all you’ll never do,
The birds you’ll never chase,
That regal stretch! and basking in
The sunbeams on your face.
Today I’ll always cry for you,
No one may understand.
But you and I will walk this way,
Your paw clasped in my hand.
Short Epitaph Poems
Short and sweet words can sometimes be the most powerful ones. A few words can say a lot about a person’s life in a short epitaph poem. In this part, we’ll talk about some of the best short epitaph poems.
1. The Universal Epitaph
by John Clare
No flattering praises daub my stone,
My frailties and my faults to hide;
My faults and failings all are known—
I liv’d in sin—in sin I died.
And oh! condemn me not, I pray,
You who my sad confession view;
But ask your soul, if it can say,
That I’m a viler man than you.
2. Epitaph
by Emily Dickinson
Step lightly on this narrow spot!
The broadest land that grows
Is not so ample as the breast
These emerald seams enclose.
Step lofty; for this name is told
As far as cannon dwell,
Or flag subsist, or fame export
Her deathless syllable.
3. Epitaph on an Infant
by Richard Coe
Stranger, pause and shed a tear
Upon this humble sod;
A little babe reposeth here—
Its spirit dwells with God:
Whose precious word to us is given,
“Of such the kingdom is of heaven!”
4. Requiem
by Robert Louis Stevenson
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 long’d to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
5. Wrong Turn
by Scott Carrier
You hid it well—
I couldn’t tell
Until it was too late.
I went through Hell.
Resigned to Fate
I tried to sate
Your constant growling need
Or else abate
Your lust. You feed
On the heartseed
Of my soul. Dark and fell,
I take no heed.
I’m already dead.
You bled me that way.
Long Epitaph Poems
These epitaph poems can give a more in-depth look at a person’s life and what they have done. In this part, we’ll look at some of the most beautiful and moving long epitaph poems.
1. The Knight’s Epitaph
by William Cullen Bryant
THIS is the church which Pisa, great and free,
Reared to St. Catharine. How the time-stained walls,
That earthquakes shook not from their poise, appear
To shiver in the deep and voluble tones
Rolled from the organ! Underneath my feet
There lies the lid of a sepulchral vault.
The image of an armed knight is graven
Upon it, clad in perfect panoply—
Cuishes, and greaves, and cuirass, with barred helm,
Gauntleted hand, and sword, and blazoned shield.
Around, in Gothic characters, worn dim
By feet of worshippers, are traced his name,
And birth, and death, and words of eulogy.
Why should I pore upon them? This old tomb,
This effigy, the strange disused form
Of this inscription, eloquently show
His history. Let me clothe in fitting words
The thoughts they breathe, and frame his epitaph.
“He whose forgotten dust for centuries
Has lain beneath this stone, was one in whom
Adventure, and endurance, and emprise
Exalted the mind’s faculties and strong
The body’s sinews. Brave he was in fight,
Courteous in banquet, scornful of repose,
And bountiful, and cruel, and devout,
And quick to draw the sword in private feud.
He pushed his quarrels to the death, yet prayed
The saints as fervently on bended knees
As ever shaven cenobite. He loved
As fiercely as he fought. He would have borne
The maid that pleased him from her bower by night,
To his hill-castle, as the eagle bears
His victim from the fold, and rolled the rocks
On his pursuers. He aspired to see
His native Pisa queen and arbitress
Of cities; earnestly for her he raised
His voice in council, and affronted death
In battle-field, and climbed the galley’s deck,
And brought the captured flag of Genoa back,
Or piled upon the Arno’s crowded quay
The glittering spoils of the tamed Saracen.
He was not born to brook the stranger’s yoke,
But would have joined the exiles, that withdrew
For ever, when the Florentine broke in
The gates of Pisa, and bore off the bolts
For trophies—but he died before that day.
“He lived, the impersonation of an age
That never shall return. His soul of fire
Was kindled by the breath of the rude time
He lived in. Now a gentler race succeeds,
Shuddering at blood; the effeminate cavalier,
Turning from the reproaches of the past,
And from the hopeless future, gives to ease,
And love, and music, his inglorious life.”
2. In Summertime on Bredon
by A. E. Housman
The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In steeples far and near,
A happy noise to hear.
Here of a Sunday morning
My love and I would lie,
And see the coloured counties,
And hear the larks so high
About us in the sky.
The bells would ring to call her
In valleys miles away;
“Come all to church, good people;
Good people come and pray.”
But here my love would stay.
And I would turn and answer
Among the springing thyme,
“Oh, peal upon our wedding,
And we will hear the chime,
And come to church in time.”
But when the snows at Christmas
On Bredon top were strown,
My love rose up so early
And stole out unbeknown
And went to church alone.
They tolled the one bell only,
Groom there was none to see,
The mourners followed after,
And so to church went she,
And would not wait for me.
The bells they sound on Bredon,
And still the steeples hum,
“Come all to church, good people.” –
O noisy bells, be dumb;
I hear you, I will come.
3. Ancient Greek Epigrams
by Michael Burch
Wall, we’re astonished that you haven’t collapsed,
since you’re holding up verses so prolapsed!
You begrudge men your virginity?
Why? To what purpose?
You will find no one to embrace you in the grave.
The joys of love are for the living.
But in Acheron, dear virgin,
we shall all lie dust and ashes.
Let me live with joy today, since tomorrow is unforeseeable.
Now his voice is prisoned in the silent pathways of the night:
his owner’s faithful Maltese…
but will he still bark again, on sight
Poor partridge, poor partridge, lately migrated from the rocks;
our cat bit off your unlucky head; my offended heart still balks!
I put you back together again and buried you, so unsightly!
May the dark earth cover you heavily: heavily, not lightly…
so she shan’t get at you again!
Hunter partridge,
we no longer hear your echoing cry
along the forest’s dappled feeding ground
where, in times gone by,
you would decoy speckled kinsfolk to their doom,
luring them on,
for now you too have gone
down the dark path to Acheron.
Wert thou, O Artemis,
overbusy with thy beast-slaying hounds
when the Beast embraced me
Dead as you are, though you lie as
still as cold stone, huntress Lycas,
my great Thessalonian hound,
the wild beasts still fear your white bones;
craggy Pelion remembers your valor,
splendid Ossa, the way you would bound
and bay at the moon for its whiteness
as below we heard valleys resound.
And how brightly with joy you would leap and run
the strange lonely peaks of high Cithaeron!
4. Epitaph to a Dog
by George Gordon Byron
Near this Spot
are deposited the Remains of one
who possessed Beauty without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferosity,
and all the virtues of Man without his Vices.
This praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery
if inscribed over human Ashes,
is but a just tribute to the Memory of
Boatswain, a Dog,
who was born in Newfoundland May 1803
and died at Newstead Nov. 18th, 1808.
When some proud Son of Man returns to Earth,
Unknown to Glory but upheld by Birth,
The sculptor’s art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And storied urns record who rests below:
When all is done, upon the Tomb is seen
Not what he was, but what he should have been.
But the poor Dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his Master’s own,
Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonour’d falls, unnotic’d all his worth,
Deny’d in heaven the Soul he held on earth:
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debas’d by slavery, or corrupt by power,
Who knows thee well, must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy tongue hypocrisy, thy heart deceit!
By nature vile, ennobled but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye! who behold perchance this simple urn,
Pass on, it honors none you wish to mourn.
To mark a friend’s remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one—and here he lies.
Epitaph Poems That Rhyme
Epitaph lines that rhyme can be easy to remember and fun to read. In this section, we’ll look at some of the most creative and beautiful epitaphs that use rhyme to honor the dead.
1. Lisa MariePresley
by Paul Warren Poetry
Threads connect us to things in the past
A song a happening or person we think would last
Where were you when it happened then
Is stamped to come back to replay in your memory again
I remember the day Elvis died in a news flash
That woke me up on afternoon shift so brash
Dying alone in his bedroom seemed out of place
My first thought that day was what a waste
You wonder about history repeating itself you say
With his only daughter Lisa Marie dying in a similar way
And it severs a link from my past memory
So sad for Elvis’ daughter to pass so similarly.
2. Tragedy at Sea
by L Milton Hankins
Here lies one who died pitifully
She would have sought anonymity,
But publicity stole away her privacy
She threw herself off a ship at sea.
Trying to salvage her favorite flip-flops
And got sucked into the vessel’s props.
3. Epitaph on William Muir
by Robert Burns
An honest man here lies at rest,
As e’er God with his image blest;
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 informed;
If there is another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.
4. Epitaph for a Darling Lady
by Dorothy Parker
All her hours were yellow sands,
Blown in foolish whorls and tassels;
Slipping warmly through her hands;
Patted into little castles.
Shiny day on shiny day
Tumble in a rainbow clutter,
As she flipped them all away,
Sent them spinning down the gutter.
Leave for her a red young rose,
Go your way, and save your pity;
She is happy, for she knows
That her dust is very pretty.
5. Court’s Adjourned
by Gershon Wolf
His wry epitaphs
gave us many laughs
Now Milt has returned
heaven’s court, adjourned
Epitaph Poems for Parents
Epitaph poems for parents can bring comfort and peace during this hard time. In this part, we’ll share some of the most touching and heartfelt epitaph poems for parents.
1. Epitaph on a Child
by Thomas Gray
Here, freed from pain, secure from misery, lies
A child, the darling of his parents’ eyes:
A gentler lamb n’er sported on the plain,
A fairer flower will never bloom again:
Few were the days allotted to his breath;
Now let him sleep in peace his night of death.
2. Epitaph on a Tyrant
by W. H. Auden
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
3. Her Father’s Epitaph
by Anonymous
Within this tomb a patriot lies
That was both pious, just and wise,
To truth a shield, to right a wall,
To sectaries a whip and maul,
A magazine of history,
A prizer of good company
In manners pleasant and severe
The good him loved, the bad did fear,
And when his time with years was spent
In some rejoiced, more did lament.
Epitaph Poems of the War
Epitaph poems of the war can help us remember these brave men and women and honor their sacrifices. In this section, we will explore some of the most moving and powerful epitaphs of the war.
1. Epitaphs of the Great War
by Rudyard Kipling
Common Form
If any question why we died.
Tell them, because our fathers lied.
A Dead Statesman
I could not dig: I dared not rob:
Therefore I lied to please the mob.
Now all my lies are proved untrue
And I must face the men I slew.
What tale shall serve me here among
Mine angry and defrauded young
The Coward
I could not look on Death, Which being known,
Men led me to him, blindfold and alone
Hindu Sepoy
This man in his own country prayed we know not to what Powers.
We pray Them to reward him for his bravery in ours.
Canadian Memorial
From little towns in a far land we came,
To save our honour and a world aflame.
By little towns in a far land we sleep;
And trust that world we won for you to keep!
2. Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries
by A. E. Housman
Alfred Edward Housman
These, in the day when heaven was falling,
The hour when earth’s foundations fled,
Followed their mercenary calling
And took their wages and are dead.
Their shoulders held the sky suspended;
They stood, and earth’s foundations stay;
What God abandoned, these defended,
And saved the sum of things for pay.
Epitaph Poems for Pets
Epitaph poems for pets can help us remember our furry friends and the joy they brought into our lives. In this section, we will share some of the most heartwarming and beautiful epitaph poems for pets.
1. Epitaph
by Jonathan J.
If curiosity killed the cat
But satisfaction indeed brought them back
Then you must have been slain by joy complete
For you to go to eternal sleep, resting…
2. Flat Cat
by L Milton Hankins
Here lies Percival C. Singer’s tabby cat
Who tragically forgot where he was at
He was crossing a street
When, perchance, he did meet
A truck that crushed him inalterably flat.
3. Feles Noster
by Simon King
all particular’s, but also from the invisible
strange and terrible things that cannot be allowed to take hold or go unchecked.
These unseen terrors stalk the woods, sleep and breed with spiders and lay upon our pillows and mattress’s and await that moment when sleep leaves us unguarded.
Then from the abomination of their unholy union, nightmares and illness to us are then born.
Our feline allies see Those hiding things,
and without pity dispatch them from this realm back from whence they came.
From ancient times Bastet and her kind have been guardian to our unaware yet vulnerable Sleeping souls.
The Feles purr is not just a sound of contentment ‘no it is so much more it’s rhythm and frequency locates any threat from their quarry that may lerk invisible for us,
A resounding that resonates in perfect pitch with our own frequency and manifest as calm within us.
These noble creatures are capable of speech you know
but have really nothing to say because unless prompted humans tend only to talk to their cats and never listen back.
I see that guardianship with which their kind humbly lay around us, I feel comfort that comes from their presence.
I smile with appreciation when my cat sits upon or beside me, purring, guarding, keeping me safe from those strange and terrible things.
4. Petty the Cat
by Kaveesha Ruwindi
Here is the grave of Petty our pet,
Not a sweeter lady I’ve ever met.
To eleven kits she was a dear ma,
For her, I hope cat heaven ain’t so far.
5. Epitaph to a Cat
by Bryn Strudwick
Here lies our cat,
At peace no doubt.
Survived eight times,
Then his luck ran out
Final Thoughts
Epitaph poems are an effective way to remember and celebrate the lives of the deceased.
There are many alternatives, ranging from well-known and motivational epitaphs to lovely and humorous ones.
You can find epitaph poetry to suit your needs, whether you’re looking for a short or long one, one that rhymes, one to remember a parent, a pet, or a soldier.
As a permanent remembrance of individuals who have passed away, these poems provide a means of expressing the intense feelings that accompany grief.
In the comments section below, we invite our readers to share their own personal favorites for these poems.
