Most of the time, “ashes to ashes, dust to dust poems talk about someone who is lying down quietly and is ready to pass away.
The phrase “ashes to ashes, dust to dust” comes from the Bible. It serves as a reminder of the mortality of human beings.
Over time, the phrase “ashes to ashes, dust to dust” became a part of funeral and burial services. In death, the body returns to the earth from which it was formed.
In simpler terms, the Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust poems are about someone accepting their death, expressing love for those they leave behind, and encouraging them to find joy in their life.
We are sharing examples of all types of ashes-to ashes-dust to dust poems. Read them and share them with others.
Nothing Is Forever
(Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust )
Beauty will burn,
Hearts will break,
and and and bones
turn to ashes and dust.
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
Life will end,
flowers will wither,
water will dry,
and Earth will die.
Then it will just be ashes to ashes
and dust to dust.
Everything lives,
but everything dies.
Better kiss your happiness goodbye,
and don’t forget to try not to cry.
Everything comes down to ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.
Nothing is forever,
Nothing is always.
Nothing will always be.
This my my simple philosophy.
And how I can’t simple ‘have faith’
in anyone or anything.
How can I trust God above,
if I know everything come back down to
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust.
NOTHING IS FOREVER.
NOBODY IS ETERNAL.
It’s always ashes to ashes,
and dust to dust.
Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust
Is there a Death? The light of day
At eventide shall fade away;
From out the sod’s eternal gloom
The flowers, in their season, bloom;
Bud, bloom and fade, and soon the spot
Whereon they flourished knows them not;
Blighted by chill, autumnal frost;
Ashes
Is there a Death? Pale forms of men
To formless clay resolve again;
Sarcophagus of graven stone,
Nor solitary grave, unknown,
Mausoleum, or funeral urn,
No answer to our cries return;
Nor silent lips disclose their trust;
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust!”
Is there a Death? All forms of clay
Successively shall pass away;
But, as the joyous days of spring
Witness the glad awakening
Of nature’s forces, may not men,
In some due season, rise again?
Then why this calm, inherent trust,
“If ashes to ashes, dust to dust?”
Ashes To Ashes
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Once solid iron
Is now only rust
It is but a cycle
Through all things must pass
For rarely do the tangible
Continue to last
We look at these cycles
And wish they would change
Accepting this pattern
Somehow does seem strange
Few things are eternal
And one of them is love
Now and forever
On Earth and above
Dust to Dust.
By Alfred Castner King
Is there a Death? The light of day
At eventide shall fade away;
From out the sod’s eternal gloom
The flowers, in their season, bloom;
Bud, bloom and fade, and soon the spot
Whereon they flourished knows them not;
Blighted by chill, autumnal frost;
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust!”
Is there a Death? Pale forms of men
To formless clay resolve again;
Sarcophagus of graven stone,
Nor solitary grave, unknown,
Mausoleum, or funeral urn,
No answer to our cries return;
Nor silent lips disclose their trust;
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust!”
Is there a Death? All forms of clay
Successively shall pass away;
But, as the joyous days of spring
Witness the glad awakening
Of nature’s forces, may not men,
In some due season, rise again?
Then why this calm, inherent trust,
“If ashes to ashes, dust to dust?”