Leaves rustle under my bare feet,
The wind howls and swishes my hair,
dark shadows creep behind,
They hide in the trees as I turn around.
Lines on the tombstones bleed,
Dark eats into the night,
broken backs rest on eternal beds.
These buried bodies of the dead.
The mournful spirits hang around,
Watching in the dark, no sound,
Wondering why I''m here,
''Come to us'' they sneer.
They come close try to grab my soul,
The coldness creeps in from my spine,
I never thought an innocent walk
In the graveyard would bring me to my end.
Gr8 poem. Wonderful imagery. And i could feel that the last stanza is much deeper than it may seem. Thank you.
Wow, it is amazingly rich in imagery, diction and rhythm. However, if I had to conclude, I would say something like this: Delightful souls there I had found, Perfect freedom had them crowned; All body aches now they did sneer, Now of death they had no fear. My eyes had the illusion of spirits, My soul in divine presence uplift; I could realize my perpetual being, The song of immortality now I sing.
Fear of graveyard rather than graveyard engulf a life. skillfully written poem. good imagery. anyone will like reading it.
Graveyard scene in all its paraphernalia is well depicted to catch the attention of the readers as in a suspense movie of the past!
A spooky and frightful writing. I can't imagine being barefoot in a graveyard. I don't want my bare feet to touch the bodies of the dead. I enjoyed reading this. And if they took your soul, well, that's the price of admission. HaHaHaHa! GW62
Reshma, I loved this poem! Do read my poem - 'The Church and The Graveyard' -Raj Nandy
Wonderfully penned. Beautiful imagery, apt words. But the ending I am little skeptic. If time permits read my GRAVEYARD. May be similar to this...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dark, yet detailed. An interesting write.