I’m back from my hiatus. It seemed short, but altogether it was very needed.
I’ll just get to the point of this post immediately, because I hate to keep people waiting: I wrote a poem. Yes, I know you’re all growning…but I only recently got into poetry and I’m wondering if I’m any good. So, with that said, here is one of my favorites that I’ve written. It’s all in freeverse:
“No One Wants To See Their Own Corpse”
I saw a gravestone today,
moss and leaves layered the granite
and I saw a name on the stone,
it said: “What is no more”.
This gravestone sat amongst others;
Others which were just as covered and unkempt.
A towering tree covered them all,
and gave them shade during the noon sun.
all the branches were lush and leafy;
the bark strong and sturdy.
I saw my gravestone today,
and it made me think of the ways of life—
the happiness, the sadness—
and how people die and go to rest.
My gravestone sat still,
as if waiting to be unearthed.
My gravestone called out to me:
“Woe, woe is ‘No More’. Dig me up
so I may manifest myself; grab a shovel
and undo what has been done!”
I walked away from my gravestone today,
teary eyed and full of sorrow.
But a good feeling sat in the pit of my heart,
for no one wants to dig up themselves;
no one wants to see their own corpse.
I may revisit that graveyard someday,
but only so I would understand that
a part of me is still in the ground;
Only so I could remember a disjointed
piece of myself lives a separate life.
All forms of criticism are accepted.





I think I like it. My confusion is whether or not you were seeing your own gravestone or you were just calling it “my” gravestone.At the beginning of the poem you were just seeing “a” gravestone. Otherwise, it was quite good.