Here I am in church, I'm sure others are on the way,
I've attended here before, but it seems so odd today.
I'm all dressed up, I'm in my Sunday best,
but usually when I'm here, it's on a day of rest.
The pews are starting to fill up, as people are coming in,
some are people I haven't seen in years, old childhood friends.
The church is now full, people are talking quietly and hugging to.
Ahh, there's my family, sitting on the very front pew.
I can recall attending this church, as but a young man,
I would steadily eye the pocketwatch, I held in my hand.
I was eagerly awaiting that time, for the hour to pass by,
being careful not to let the preacher, catch me guilty with his eye.
I wasn't even listening, to the things he had said,
but now each of his words, are running through my head.
As the organ stops playing, and the preacer stands back up,
he quotes familiar scriptures, from his all holy book.
Apparently the service, it has now come to an end,
people are crying and talking, some are shaking hands.
The members that attend here, have always been so nice,
but today when they speak to me, things don't sound right.
It seems that each and every person, is making a point of speaking today,
but when it's their turn, they can't find the words to say.
Some just stand here, staring deep into my eyes,
but when they try to speak, their voices turn to uncontrollable cries.
Apparently the service has ended, all now start to leave,
but I don't recognize these two men, the ones getting in the car with me.
I know it's midday out, but here in the car it's so dark,
the men get me out of the car, but wait..this is the cemetary by the park.
They place me on a stand, it's beside a hole in the ground,
everyone gathers together, as my closest relatves sit down.
The preacher stands again, as sobs from my family members are heard,
I try desperately to SCREAM OUT, but I can't say a word.
My lovely wife walks up, then lays a single rose on my chest,
kissing my cold cheek as she tells me I'm loved, she wishes me the best.
A tear starts swelling, then solemnly runs from my eye,
as I lay mtionless on my back, watching my wife cry.
Final goodbyes are said, the lid now slowly gets closed,
I'll never forget the fragrance, extending from my last rose.
I feel myself being lowered, placed undoubtedly in the ground,
the last things I hear, are the thuds of dirt raining down.
Author notes
option 2/ Come on, you know what I'm looking for, emotion. Give me a tear, you know you wanna.
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Oh wow, that's really good.
Great job!!!
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Shit, the near ending shocked me as I realized where your view point was coming from. That was amazing and it was really creative and it was extremely impactful. Send me a message if you want your score, thanks bye. Oh yea include the name of your poem when you message me.
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Wow this is amazing! I love how it gives you the chills...it really makes you think. Great job
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Wow
I am speechless and it because this had such a twist but the power behind your words were simly fantastic and it draws the reader in and lets them feel the emotion of this poem...
Thank you so much for entering my contest and I wish you the best of luck for the contest
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Wow
This is crazy. In a good way of course. :] It's really unique and I like the story behind it.
"The preacher stands again, as sobs from my family members are heard,
I try desperately to SCREAM OUT, but I can't say a word."
That part reminds me of a nightmare where you try so hard to yell or cry or something, yet you can't. It's the most frustrating feeling. Well that was kind of random but you get my point! Hah anyways good job!!
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Damn, I liked the twist in the poem, I didn't see it coming until the very moment you revealed it, which is good. And the line near the end here, 'I'll ever forget the fragrance, extending from my last rose.' really impressed me! Though I think you meant 'never' as opposed to 'ever'.
Good Write!
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