The Stone...

The Stone...

A Poem by Picture of Poetry

It is a poem about gravestones


The stone that reads the terrible truth.

The stone that kills an innocent youth.


The stone is raw, putrid and damp.

The stone is as loved as a lonely old tramp.


The stone has letters of deep red cherry.

The stone has left every wicked soul weary.


The stone ran pain and loss through out veins.

The stone is all that’s left of the bodies remains.


The stone will peal and wear away with time.

The stone reminds us of Death’s evil crimes.

© 2010 Picture of Poetry

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Added on November 1, 2010
Last Updated on November 1, 2010


Picture of Poetry
Picture of Poetry

Atlanta,, GA

My name is Jessica, but my friends call me Jess. I'm ___ years old. I love writing and reading as much poetry and famous literature as possible during my spare time. Basically, all day, every day is.. more..