Old Graveyard Poem by willow moon pearce

Old Graveyard

Rating: 4.6


At first I saw
A mass of crosses and lichen stained Angels
Lambs and tombstones

It was an old burial ground
And walking it took all afternoon
It was quiet, warm and the drone of insects
turned it into a sleepy haven

I stood and read the epitaphs And sadly realized how young they died
I stood where mourners wept and the sad caskets were lowered
The quiet and the simplicity of death -
It washed over me
And I found peace at last.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dana Tyrrell 26 March 2006

the (overall) tone of the poem and the final line seem to be...paradoxical but it makes sense...i cant seem to explain it...i love it! ! ! -warm regards, Dana

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Duncan Wyllie 13 February 2006

I too have found comfort and peace by just sitting on a bench in a graveyard sunny day crows overhead and peace in heart.Thankyou for this Love Duncan

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Elya Thorn 01 January 2006

Another great poem! I love the melacholy of it! so well written!

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Fox Nekitsune 03 November 2005

A Peace i long to feel as well, thankyou

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