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Here Are The Most Heartfelt Memorial Day Poems For Church

Some people don’t like soldiers. But I’m not those people.

Memorial Day is coming fast and one way to honor soldiers who died while defending the freedoms we take for granted each day is to remember them.

To say their names, share their sacrifice, shoulder a little of the burden they’re suffering, and remember the ones who are only known to the Lord.

And this is where you’ll find 23 of the best Memorial Day poems for church to honor the brave soldiers who died for you and me.

You can share these poems over the pulpit, have a moment of silence with your congregation, or include a poem on the back of your church bulletin.

However you choose to use these poems, the important thing is to remember and honor those who gave their lives for our freedom.

A memorial display with a dog tag reading "in loving memory," various military medals, and a photograph of a soldier with an american flag in the background.

Here Are The Most Heartfelt Memorial Day Poems For Church

This is something you need to know.

Each of these poems was written by someone who survived the battlefield or by loved ones grieving the loss of their soldier.

I hope the Lord touches your heart as much as He did mine while you read these poems.

An image displays the poem "The Death of a Soldier" by Wallace Stevens. The text is centered and written in red on a white background, bordered by an American flag design at the top. This visually emphasizes the theme of the poem.

The Death of a Soldier

by Wallace Stevens

Life contracts and death is expected,

As in a season of autumn.

The soldier falls.

He does not become a three-days personage,

Imposing his separation,

Calling for pomp.

Death is absolute and without memorial,

As in a season of autumn,

When the wind stops,

When the wind stops and, over the heavens,

The clouds go, nevertheless,

In their direction.

An image of a Memorial Day poem by LTC (Ret.) Samuel Lombardo, with an American flag design at the top edge. The poem reflects on honoring those who sacrificed their lives for freedom, emphasizing remembrance and dedication on Memorial Day.

This Memorial Day

by LTC RET, Samuel Lombardo

This is Memorial Day

In our land of the free.

It’s because of those who sacrificed

Whose graves you’re here to see.

They fought on foreign lands

And across the open sea,

And paid the ultimate price

To keep you and I free.

So put all things aside

And honor this important day,

Which we have dedicated

As our Memorial Day.

An image of Walt Whitman's poem "O Captain! My Captain!" The poem, written on a white background with red accents, captures the feelings of sorrow and relief after a ship's victorious journey. The poem is accompanied by a small logo at the bottom reading "HomeFaithFamily.com".

O Captain! My Captain

by Walt Whitman

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,

For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Captain! dear father!

This arm beneath your head!

It is some dream that on the deck,

You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,

The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,

From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

Exult O shores, and ring O bells!

But I with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

The poem "In Flanders Fields" by John McCrae is displayed in full text on a white background with a curved American flag at the top left corner. The poem is centered and written in a mix of red and blue text.

In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

Patriotic-themed memorial poster with an American flag at the top and a poem titled "Remember A Soldier Today" by Kathy J. Parenteau, honoring Nicholas A. Taylor (1991-2012). The poem describes the soldier's bravery, sacrifice, and the importance of remembering his service.

Remember a Soldier Today

by Kathy J. Parenteau in memory of Nicholas A. Taylor (1991-2012)

He marches in God’s army now but once

upon a time,

With valor he fought long and proud

our freedom on his mind.

Leaving loved ones far behind he treaded

foreign land,

Defending peace and liberty

an honorable young man.

The world may never know him

or the sacrifice he made,

So I ask you take a moment

and remember a soldier today.

An American flag-themed poster titled "A Day to Remember" by an unknown author. The poem honors the bravery and sacrifices of soldiers, emphasizing love for the country, freedom, justice, and the importance of memorializing their contributions on Memorial Day.

A Day To Remember

unknown author

There is a day we stop and remember,

The men who fought with bravery.

Those who shed their blood and lost their lives,

So our country could live in liberty.

There is a day we stop and remember

The colors that we love.

The red, white and blue of freedom,

That fit our country like a glove.

White for purity of purpose,

Red for valor during battle,

Blue for justice paid to those who threaten us,

Are the gifts our Lord blessed upon our men.

There is a day we stop and remember,

That our men have not died in vain.

For after every battle is won,

Our country’s standards reign.

Wave a flag,

Place a flower upon a grave,

Say a prayer of thanks on Memorial Day.

For the price of freedom was freely paid.

The image contains a poem titled "Bury Me With Soldiers" by Charles R. Fink of the 199th Light Infantry. The text of the poem is centered and surrounded by a red and blue border, with a white star at the top. The background alternates between beige and white.

Bury Me With Soldiers

by Charles R. Fink of the 199TH Light Infantry

I’ve played a lot of roles in life;

I’ve met a lot of men.

I’ve done some things I’d like to think

I wouldn’t do again.

And though I’m young, I’m old enough

to know some day I’ll die,

And to think about what lies beyond,

beside whom I would lie.

Perhaps it doesn’t matter much;

still, if I had my choice,

I’d want a grave ‘mongst soldiers when

at last death quells my voice.

I’m sick of the hypocrisy

of lectures of the wise.

I’ll take the man, with all the flaws,

who goes, though scared, and dies.

The troops I knew were commonplace

they didn’t want the war;

They fought because their fathers and

their fathers had before.

They cursed and killed and wept—

God knows

they’re easy to deride–

But bury me with men like these;

they faced the guns and died.

It’s funny when you think of it,

the way we got along.

We’d come from different worlds

to live in one no one belongs.

I didn’t even like them all;

I’m sure they’d all agree.

yet I would give my life for them,

I hope; some did for me.

So bury me with soldiers, please,

though much maligned they be.

Yes, bury me with soldiers, for

I miss their company.

We’ll not soon see their like again;

we’ve had our fill of war.

But bury me with men like them

’till someone else does more.

An image of a patriotic-themed poem titled "We Remember Them" by Sylvan Kamens and Rabbi Jack Riemer. The text is overlaid on a background featuring an American flag design. The poem expresses themes of remembrance in various life situations, honoring those who have passed.

We Remember Them

by Sylvan Kamens & Rabbi Jack Riemer

At the rising sun and at its going down; We remember them.

At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter; We remember them.

At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring; We remember them.

At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer; We remember them.

At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of the autumn; We remember them.

At the beginning of the year and when it ends; We remember them.

As long as we live, they too will live, for they are now a part of us as We remember them.

When we are weary and in need of strength; We remember them.

When we are lost and sick at heart; We remember them.

When we have decisions that are difficult to make; We remember them.

When we have joy we crave to share; We remember them.

When we have achievements that are based on theirs; We remember them.

For as long as we live, they too will live, for they are now a part of us as, We remember them.

A poem titled "Field of Poppies" by Isabelle Hammersley displayed on a background with an American flag at the top. It honors brave men and women who fought and died, symbolized by poppies. In red, blue, and white text.

Field of Poppies

by Isabelle Hammersley

Row upon row the poppies grow,

Each one a symbol to brave men we will never know.

They stood before us, they stood up straight,

For they were the men, the brave and the great.

The seasons come and the seasons go,

But unlike these men, the poppies will always grow.

We should always wear our poppies with pride

In tribute to those that fought and died.

An image of the poem "The Dying Soldier" by Mary F. Harmon. The poem laments the fate of a fallen soldier, bidding farewell to family and friends. It is set against an American flag background. The text reflects themes of sacrifice, love, and mourning.

The Dying Soldier

by Mary F. Harmon

in mourning of Philip Hamlin of the 1st Minnesota, killed on July 3, 1863 at the battle of Gettysburg.

When our country called for succor,

Bidding home and friends farewell,

Fearing not to give his young life,

For his country loved so well,

He was noble in his actions,

Dutiful to parents dear,

Gentle, loving kind, forbearing,

Ah, how much they miss him here.

Where the battle raged the wildest,

In the thickest of the fight,

Fell he like a hero, bravely,

Proudly battling for the right.

Far away from home and kindred,

Loving Mother, Father dear,

Gentle Sister, youthful Brothers,

Ne’er again his voice shall hear.

Soon there came a white-winged missive,

Written by a friendly hand.

Fraught with words of tender solace

To that stricken family band.

“Tis a task to write this letter,

Painful news have I to tell,

On the second day of battle,

Sergeant Philip Hamlin fell.

From his bowed head I severed

One dark tress of waving hair.

Tore a bit from off his colors,

Folded them with reverent care.

‘Neath the shadow of the wildwood

There we made his lowly bed.

Left him there to rest unbroken

With the silent nameless dead.

Here’s the small but sacred token;

Well I know his Mother’s heart.

Will be cheered by this memento

Though from him she’s called to part.”

Death for Philip had no terrors.

He was strong in faith and love.

Hopeful, trusting, patient ever,

Living for his home above.

Father, Mother, all ye loved ones,

Though you meet on earth no more

Far from war and raging tumult,

Safe you’ll meet on Canaan’s shore.

An image of the American flag with text overlaying it. The text reads "God Bless Our Native Land" by Frances E.W. Harper, followed by the lyrics of the hymn. The lyrics emphasize liberty, peace, and blessings for the land and its people.

God Bless Our Native Land

by Frances E.W. Harper

God bless our native land,

Land of the newly free,

Oh may she ever stand

For truth and liberty.

God bless our native land,

Where sleep our kindred dead,

Let peace at thy command

Above their graves be shed.

God help our native land,

Bring surcease to her strife,

And shower from thy hand

A more abundant life.

God bless our native land,

Her homes and children bless,

Oh may she ever stand

For truth and righteousness.

An image of the poem "Ballad of a Dead Soldier" by Wellington Tichagwa. The poem, centered in the image, is against a white background with American flag elements in the corners. The poem reflects on the soldier's honor, sacrifices, and longing for remembrance.

Ballad Of A Dead Soldier Poem

by Wellington Tichagwa

I honoured thy mother,

And went to war for thy brother.

Laying in a grave, my military thoughts shall be remembered.

I conquered the unconquered,

Embarked on a fierce endless journey,

Where the agricultural land was covered with dead bodies,

On which bullets had fallen from the barrels of the guns like raindrops.

I still cry for brothers and sisters who died before their time.

If only anyone thought of what I died for! ,

The world would have been in one peace.

In my grave, I still have hope.

Hope that one day you will realize my very only vision.

Regrettably, only spirit is left of me,

It is accurate that no one should be trusted,

I was betrayed by those I called my own.

Today, they are happy that I ceased to be.

They are happy not to witness world as one body.

I desire everyone could see what I died for.

An American flag adorns the top left corner, with a poem titled "The Young Dead Soldiers Do Not Speak" by an unknown author underneath. The poem honors fallen soldiers, reflecting on their silence, sacrifices, and the legacy they leave behind.

The Young Dead Soldiers Do Not Speak

unknown author

Nevertheless they are heard in the still houses: who has not heard them?

They have a silence that speaks for them at night and when the clock counts.

They say, We were young. We have died. Remember us.

They say, We have done what we could but until it is finished it is not done.

They say, We have given our lives but until it is finished no one can know what our lives gave.

They say, Our deaths are not ours: they are yours: they will mean what you make them.

They say, Whether our lives and our deaths were for peace and a new hope or for nothing we cannot say: it is you who must say this.

They say, We leave you our deaths: give them their meaning: give them an end to the war and a true peace: give them a victory that ends the war and a peace afterwards: give them their meaning.

We were young, they say. We have died. Remember us.

An image of a tribute titled "A Veteran Died Today" by an unknown author. The background features the US flag. The text honors the life and sacrifice of war veterans, emphasizing the significance of their contributions to society. HomeFaithFamily.com is credited at the bottom.

A Veteran Died Today

unknown author

He was getting old and paunchy, and his hair was falling fast; and he sat around the post home, telling stories of the past.

Of a war that he had fought in the deeds that he had done; sharing exploits with his buddies, all were heroes, everyone.

And ‘thos sometimes to his neighbors, his tales became a joke, all his comrades listened, for they know whereof he spoke.

But, we’ll hear his tales no longer, of ol’ Bob has passed away, and the world’s a little poorer, for a Veteran died today.

No, he won’t be mourned by many, just his children and his wife, for bob lived a plain and ordinary sort of life.

He held a job, raised a family, and quietly went his way, and the world won’t note his passing, ‘tho a Veteran died today.

See, when politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state, while thousands note their passing, and proclaim that they were great.

Their life stories are grandly told, from the time they were young, but the passing of a Veteran goes unnoticed, and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land, some jerk who breaks his promises and cons his fellow man?

Or the ordinary person, who in times of war and strife, goes off to serve this Country and offers up his life?

Now, the politician’s salary and the style in which he lives, are sometimes disproportionate to the services he gives.

While the ordinary Veteran who offered up his all, is paid off with a medal and, perhaps, a pension small.

It’s so easy to forget them, for it was so long ago, that our Bobs, Jims, and Larrys went to battle, that we know.

It was not the politicians, with their compromise and ploys, who won for us the freedom that our Nation now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger, with an enemy at hand, would you really want some “cop out” with his wishy-washy stand?

Or, would you want a Veteran who swore he would defend GOD, COUNTRY, FAMILY, and would fight until the end.

Yes, he was just a common Veteran and his ranks are growing thin, but his presence still remind us, we may need his kind again.

For when foreigners are in trouble, then the Military’s part, is to clean up all the troubles that the politicians start.

So, if we cannot do him honor, while he’s here to hear the praise, then at least let’s pay him homage at the ending of his days.

Perhaps a simple headline in the paper that might say.



An image of a patriotic poem titled "Remembering the Fallen Soldier" by an unknown author. The poem honors fallen soldiers, describing their sacrifice and legacy. The text is set against a white background, bordered at the top by an American flag.

Remembering The Fallen Soldier

unknown author

We honor those who fought and died,

Their memory, a flame that won’t subside.

In the gallery of heroes, their portraits dwell,

In the tapestry of valor, their stories swell.

They gave their all, with a resolute will,

In war’s dark shadow, they fought uphill.

They gave it well, on the battlefield,

For freedom’s sake, their fate was sealed.

In the quiet moments, when the bugle calls,

Remembering the fallen, as the night falls.

Their sacrifice, a poignant song,

In the memories that echo, strong and long.

In the heart’s sacred chamber, their names inscribed,

Remembering the fallen, in gratitude imbibed.

Their courage, a beacon in history’s retelling,

In the quiet places, where heroes are dwelling.

A poem titled "Independence Day" by Gary Jacobson displayed on a background imitating the American flag. The poem celebrates the sacrifices and bravery of soldiers and forefathers. The header includes "INDEPENDENCE DAY" and the footer credits HomeFaithFamily.com.

Independence Day

by Gary Jacobson

Give a hearty cheer

For those who shed their blood for you.

When the red, white and blue

Streaks the sky,

Remember those who for their flag

On faraway soil did bleed and die…

Die that our children might in this land breathe free

In this hallowed land of liberty.

For America’s great destiny

Lies in its right to choose.

Honor our forefather’s brave precepts

Or our brave country lose.

So ever hail the red, white and blue,

That on this day brings a teary eyed dew.

Raise her banners high and higher,

Celebrate with fireworks last gleaming fire,

The rockets red glare,

The bombs bursting in air.

Unfurled in the stars and stripes might

We fervently pray

Never in vain will have been our fight.

For with duty

We offered our most revered birthright.

Vet’s honored our grand old flag

With supreme patriotism

For freedom fought

With gallant heroism

Now we pray with sacrifices given stalwartly

Our flag will fly on into the annals of history

Flying forever over the land of the free…

Waving over the home of the brave…

An image of a poem titled "A Mother’s Tear" by Amy Peterson. The poem is emotional and honors a son's bravery and loss in war. It is laid over an American flag at the top. Text is on a white background with red and blue borders. "HomeFaithFamily.com" is at the bottom.

A Mother’s Tear

by Amy Peterson

There’s more to the story,

than what just appears.

A war written story,

from blood and from tears.

My son went to war,

a very proud man.

He fought in Iraq,

on the hot desert sands.

He witnessed his buddies,

his comrades, his men,

bleeding and dying,

he witnessed their end.

Where is Pvt. Tommy?

He’s blown up all around,

his comrades spent hours,

picking him from the ground.

Sleeping in holes,

dug in the sand,

dreaming of home,

but it’s become foreign land.

He can’t tell his enemy,

from family or foe,

as he watches his friends sent out,

with tags on their toe.

He knows his Mama,

is sleepless like him,

and he tries to send word,

whenever he can.

He tries not to worry,

his family at home,

the horror that he faces,

he faces alone.

His mission is over,

he’s sent back to me,

he fought for our freedom,

but he’ll never be free.

He yearns for his buddies,

that died over there.

He’s caught with the living,

in a doubled looped snare.

He screams in the night,

for the battle still roars,

as he lays in his bed,

he re-lives all the horror.

Nobody heard the fight,

he still fights,

except for his Mama,

who comforts him every night.

He never will be,

the son I once knew,

the war killed that part,

for freedom, for you.

Great Nation, Great Leaders,

and all those who will hear,

Freedom began

on a mother’s first tear.

A poster titled "Just Souls" by Nancy L. Meek features a poem with patriotic theme. An American flag decorates the top, and the poem, centered on the page, is highlighted in red, blue, and white text. A website, HomeFaithFamily.com, is noted at the bottom.

Just Souls

by Nancy L. Meek

Lift up your voice. Follow me

Thank the ones who kept us free

Whether home field or Isle of Nam

Offer prayers and an open palm

Salute the brave, the tried, the true

Who loved Liberty through and through

Who clutched the torch and held it high

Who ran with it to the battle cry

For souls like me and you

Who loved our country more than self

Left comfort home upon a shelf

Risked it all for freedom’s hue

Doing, of course, what they had to do

For souls like me and you

We have a choice. Follow them

In faith; pave the way for future men

Light of hope around them pearled

Or live oppressed in a bitter world

Evil is still alive on planet Earth

Caring not for Freedom’s worth

Peace and Love beyond their grasp

Doomed to Hell’s eternal lock and hasp

The soldiers die. The poppies blow

Toward Heaven’s fields, row-by-row

Plucked from Earth; and by and by

We, each, will reach beyond the sky

To touch a petal where poppies grow

Just souls like you and I.

An image with a patriotic-themed design featuring an American flag at the top left corner. The text in the image is a poem titled "A Soldier's Sacrifice" by an unknown author, describing the bravery, dedication, and ultimate sacrifice of a soldier in battle.

A Soldier’s Sacrifice

unknown author

He fought for freedom, a warrior so brave,

He fought through the day, his spirit to save.

He fought through the night, with courage untold,

In the story of honor, his tale unfolds.

He gave his all, in the field of strife,

His dedication cut through, like a sharpened knife.

His very best, in the face of the test,

A soldier’s sacrifice, in the heart’s solemn quest.

In the echoes of battle, where memories persist,

A soldier’s sacrifice, in the annals exists.

His life laid down, a poignant display,

For freedom’s cause, he found his way.

In the hallowed ground, where heroes rest,

His legacy lives on, forever blessed.

A soldier’s sacrifice, engraved in history,

In the embrace of valor, he found his victory.

An image of a poem titled "The Cost of Freedom" credited to an unknown author. The text honors those who sacrificed their lives for freedom, describing it as a heavy and great cost paid in blood. The background includes an American flag. The poem is from HomeFaithFamily.com.

The Cost Of Freedom

unknown author

We honor those who paid the price

For freedom’s sake, they gave their life

Their sacrifice we can’t forget

For freedom’s cause, they paid the debt

Their sacrifice, etched in the annals of fate,

A cost of freedom, heavy and great.

In the silence of remembrance, we bow our head,

For the ones who sleep, in freedom’s bed.

Their life, the currency for liberty’s plea,

The cost of freedom, for all to see.

In the echoes of gratitude, their voices linger,

A cost paid in blood, by freedom’s bringer.

An image of a poem titled "To Them We Owe" by Don Nielsen, accompanied by the American flag's design at the top and bottom. This poignant Memorial Day poem for church honors military sacrifices, mentioning loss and freedom: "On this day, lest we forget; To them we owe, our life in debt.

To Them We Owe

by Don Nielsen

Happened today, and in the past;

Sacrifice made, for ours to last.

Wives to widows, families torn;

Gave their lives, for them we mourn.

Gone forever, souls are lost;

Freedom comes, with this cost.

Enjoy the life, they did preserve;

Fate they suffered, did not deserve.

On this day, lest we forget;

To them we owe, our life in debt.

An image featuring a memorial day poem for church titled "THE FALLEN" by Randall West, set against a red, white, and blue background with an American flag banner at the top. The poem honors fallen soldiers and their sacrifice for freedom.

The Fallen

by Randall West

Fragile is a single life the brave so freely give.

Bound for immortality, their souls will surely live.

Death, don’t be proud for what you took, they freely gave away.

Their quest for freedom far outweighed the fear that you convey.

They joined the ranks of warriors, staying vigil day and night.

They often skipped a meal or two, but they never missed a fight.

God bless the men and women whose fighting days are done.

Say a special prayer at night for each and every one.

Rest assured that you will find throughout the coming years

These fallen warriors will return in the hearts of all their peers!

If we forget their sacrifice, their deaths will be in vain.

Let’s stand beside their loved ones as we sing their last refrain:

You’ve come upon our heaven’s gate

You surely won’t have long to wait.

The saints will take good care of you,

But there is still a lot to do.

You’ve joined the ranks of everyone

Who fought so freedom could be won.

Although your job on earth is done,

Your work in heaven’s just begun.

An image displaying the "Memorial Day Poem" by Everett C. Goodwin, ideal for a church setting, with an American flag design at the top. The poem honors fallen soldiers and expresses hope for future peace. The background is white, and the text is in red and black.

Memorial Day Poem

by Everett C. Goodwin

I went to the grave of a fallen soldier

we will never know of medals he was the holder

Fighting in air on land and sea

he had given his life so we all could be free

His fight had started in seventy-six

all branches of the service were his pick

His first march was to the beat of a drum

using only a flint lock gun

Called up to duty into many wars

landed upon so many foreign shores

Going forward and giving his all

never has a soldier stood so tall

Unknown will always adorn his grave

he was born in the home of the brave

My fellow veteran, now rest in peace

as we pray that all wars will someday cease.

No one who knows the pains of battle and the loss of brothers in arms can ever forget the significance of Memorial Day. It’s a day to honor those who have made the ultimate sacrifice for their country, and to remember that freedom is never free.

As we enjoy our time with family and friends, let us also take a moment to reflect on the sacrifices made by our brave soldiers.

Let’s remember those who gave their lives for our freedom, and let’s never forget the families left behind. Let us honor their memory by living our lives with gratitude and appreciation for the sacrifices made on our behalf.

Thank you to all the brave men and women who have served and continue to serve our country. Your bravery and selflessness will never be forgotten. Happy Memorial Day! Lest we forget.

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