Below is a small collection of some interesting poems.

Do not stand at my grave and weep

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 sunglight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush
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.
--Anonymous

Had I the Heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with gold and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths,
Of night and light and 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 thread on my dreams.
--W.B.Yeats 1865-1939

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foriegn field
That is forever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust which England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blessed by the suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds, dreams as happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts a peace, under an English heaven.
-- Rupert Brooke 1887 - 1915