People are coming
to this place,
with pain and grief..
With sadness on their faces
covered with black laces.
There is your Mother,
crying,weeping,and sobbing.
Wiping her eyes full of tears
with her wet handkerchief,
wet with the liquid that came from her eyes,
and eyes that saw how you die...
It is dark outside,
the whole place is covered with fog..
The breeze is so cold
like your body laying in the coffin.
Standing at the front,
looking at your corpse.
You are still beautiful,
a little bit paler,
but the make-up covered it all.
Now that you're dead...
I still believe on what you said;
The soil that will cover you will not hinder your love to me...
The grave is not the end...
Because our love is never ending...
A contest entry
- Prewites aloud! Click to find out more by Maggie Kay.
550 points, ended October 14, 71 entries
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beautiful similies full of sorrow and pain. good work keep it up
kmp -
this is a very nacked truth...a fate that will all join...still i wish i know how does the dead feel or what does they see?!!
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Awesome
yes nice poem
good luck in the contest
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thx..
I hope I can get a trophy by this poem..hehe..I terribly need one.
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thx..
I hope I can get a trophy by this poem..hehe..I terribly need one.
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Sent on a phone using T9space.com
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