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Place me not, within this ground
To hear no more, a mortal sound
Encumbered by earth, a twisted soul
Covered by death, in this devils hole
I scream, I cry, to no avail
A pity screech, a desperate wail
In this wretched place I be
No more to hear, no more to see
All mourners turn and walk away
Interned in darkness and forced to stay
This knoll is now my resting place
Dried tears are etched upon my face
Six feet under is now my home
No more to wander, no more to roam
A stone is laid upon my head
My body blanketed with a flower bed
Please visit me, although I'm gone
Our bodies wither, but the soul lives on
In hearts of loved ones, for ever more
Dreams to keep and minds to store
Our lives are given as a gift
To help restore and give a lift
To those who shared our living days
In many forms and many ways
So I Rest in Peace with knowledge known
Of eternal slumber and seeds I've sown
I close my eyes and say farewell
To what was once my human shell
To hear no more, a mortal sound
Encumbered by earth, a twisted soul
Covered by death, in this devils hole
I scream, I cry, to no avail
A pity screech, a desperate wail
In this wretched place I be
No more to hear, no more to see
All mourners turn and walk away
Interned in darkness and forced to stay
This knoll is now my resting place
Dried tears are etched upon my face
Six feet under is now my home
No more to wander, no more to roam
A stone is laid upon my head
My body blanketed with a flower bed
Please visit me, although I'm gone
Our bodies wither, but the soul lives on
In hearts of loved ones, for ever more
Dreams to keep and minds to store
Our lives are given as a gift
To help restore and give a lift
To those who shared our living days
In many forms and many ways
So I Rest in Peace with knowledge known
Of eternal slumber and seeds I've sown
I close my eyes and say farewell
To what was once my human shell
Literature
Ghostly Lament
They raised up a fire
Singing like the town crier
Searing with fetid desire
I burn with a fever
They told you "Leave her"
It's best just to "Grieve her"
I wanted you to stay
You went so far away
I died the next day
Now I roam these streets
Such mental treats
Longing for heartbeats
The silence it haunts
That simple violence taunts
Alone, it daunts
My love, I'll find you
I'll make you be true
Leaving me you will come to rue
Literature
Unity of the soul
Placid we all are like waves in the darkness
of the souls of the sea
in the weeping of the universe
as the stars dangle promises of soft lullabies
our hearts are softened by sweet goodbyes
florid the gestures, the kind flowers bloom
like lilies upon a broken tomb
I see the strength in the stoic sentinels of time
As we find ourselves walking forward
Our hearts will see, love, say goodbye
but again we will meet, to love and cry
Our dreams are what we make of them
Our souls what are made of us
As time gathers patience
We move along the path
And our hearts awaken
And we can once again laugh
Literature
Eternally Yours
At times it seems as if
it were only yesterday we met.
The time has passed so quickly,
days, months, even years, becoming
a blur of a shared reality.
Others dream of a love like ours.
Timeless, perfect, true.
Never was there a doubt,
we were meant for one another.
There can be no others,
not for us.
Our hearts, our souls,
so deeply entwined
one about the other,
it would be impossible to know
where one begins,
where the other ends.
All around us, others age,
their love, their beauty
fades, withers and dies
like the roses in winter.
But we do not,
ours is a love to outlast time,
and I will always be...
Eternally
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I like this poem. 1. It's Poetic elements are good. 2. The rhyming is absolutely awesome. It sounds natural. 3. I like the flow and your transitions. 4. I like the concept you've done. Because most of the time it's the living's point of view not the dead one's. And so I say this is unique in some ways.
It's just that I disagree with the idea. No offense, I respect what you believe. But, I believe that the dead can't communicate with the living and vice versa. It's biblical.
But nonetheless, the pice is good poetically speaking.
It's just that I disagree with the idea. No offense, I respect what you believe. But, I believe that the dead can't communicate with the living and vice versa. It's biblical.
But nonetheless, the pice is good poetically speaking.