The Graveyard Is A Place Poem by Naveed Akram

The graveyard is a place for youths to ponder,
In this erected worshipping act is a danger of death;
A vampire is concealed to swallow blood on all.

This grave is where filling of blood is achieved,
The vampire considers a special page of crosses,
And never does the light enter its stomach.

Its eyes pounce on the young heart of death,
Speaking towards the phalanx like termites,
Reaching a ceremonious message of doubt.

The death of dying is against the wall of hope,
Laugh then against the planes of travel,
This blood is a call to the designer of odds and us.

The graveyard is a place of the mighty river of blood,
Death speaks to ancient messengers who derive
A formula to bespeak about the triumphs too late.