What's Yet To Come

I wrote this poem to display my thoughts and feelings when I enter a graveyard, what the tombstones symbolise to me.

Walking through the graveyard,

Looking at headstones.

Reading the details on the marble,

Written above the bones.

 

Names and dates engraved,

But nothing of how they died.

Was it murder, natural causes,

Or was it suicide?

 

People dying every second,

Bodies being buried.

While you're standing there alone,

Living a life that's always hurried.

 

It's peaceful in the graveyard,

When your thoughts are dead and still.

Just like everybody around you,

Remnants of life's road kill.

Author's Note

All feedback is GREATLY appreciated, thank you!

Reviews

[NotSoAnonymous]

Ive always liked walking through graveyards they are all so peaceful in a way, like they are dressed to be nice. They're so many stories to be told that are lost because well like i need to explain, and that sort of just makes the serenity void in a way. Good poem though I didnt notice the rhyming scheme until like halfway through it and that just made me read it again.

[DarkRainbowPie]

Thank you very much :)

[emipoemi]

Whoah.....I just felt a chill with that last line. Wow! Well done!

[Invisible]

sounds like a nice place to be lol.

[Rebecca Conway]

This is really good, I particularly like the last line of the last stanza "Remnants of life's road kill", it is a brilliant comparison! Your rhymes are clear and it doesn't seem like you're forcing the rhyme to fit the lines (something I always struggle with in poetry!) The only thing I might alter is taking "somewhat" out of the third stanza, it's the longest line in the poem and seems a bit out of place and formal. Well done!

[DarkRainbowPie]

Thank you very much! Yes, I see what you mean about that line, it would have a better ring to it without the word 'somewhat'. Always nice to get a second opinion on work, thanks again :)