Cemetery, gray and old
Tombstones bent over and cold
I think of the buried remains,
It causes flashing, stabbing pains
Cemetery decorated with flags and crosses
Signifying our grief and losses
Beneath the ground lie our treasures,
People who shared with us sorrow and pleasures
But they are not there, in fact
Their spirits are still intact
They have left their graves
On the road to a secret life the heavenly Creator paves
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem of any style about a cemetery. It can be about the thoughts, feelings or emotions evoked while visiting a cemetery or memories of a visit to a cemetery, or any other approach. Write what you are inspired to write, and say it in a way that lets the reader hear your voice. |
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