Orlando Belo

Gold Star - 14,890 Points (Derby, England)

Sad - Poem by Orlando Belo

The ground hugging mist blends into the morning sky,
as I look across the cemetery.
The ornate tombs and grave stone markers,
remind me of my own mortality.

The bones of the departed are laid to rest,
without warmth or company.
No grief, or thoughts of those still living,
no tears of regret or sympathy.

Those at rest have become our history;
statistics of a bygone age.
Old photographs in family albums
are now strangers on a page.

It's so sad, so cruel, and unfortunate
that we all are born to die.
Yet so many leave this world too soon
having not given life a try.

Topic(s) of this poem: life and death


Comments about Sad by Orlando Belo

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/10/2017 9:50:00 PM)


    Those at rest have become our history. Brilliant expression is done about life and death.10 (Report) Reply

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  • (11/10/2017 1:23:00 AM)


    strangers on a page..great write.congrats (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 10, 2017



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