The Cemetery

poem by: Christopher Russon
Written on Apr 25, 2016 

I cannot describe this feeling
Of complete tranguility 
Where the sweet birds sing
And the church bells ring
As I stroll within this cemetery.

My imagination running wild
I thought I saw a woman
Then I thought I saw a child.
There was the sound of laughter
But no one to be found.

This is just my imagination
They are asleep beneath the ground.

 

Tags: sad, rhyme, hope, dark,

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Christopher Russon commented:
Tranguility.feed back welcomed.
teresa Skyles commented:
This was a very good read Christopher.
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you for your comment. Just wanted these people to still be alive If only in my imagination.
Chris Cleverly commented:
Nice work, thanks for posting
commented:
Nice poem. Good conveyance of deep idea in very brief verbiage.
Edward shields commented:
Not bad, like this one.
Cecilia Crasto commented:
This is the feeling of tranquility that I experience when I visit a cemetery...lovely.
A previous user commented:
People think cemeteries are creepy. This is a peaceful way to look at it. Very good poem
Maria Williams commented:
Maybe it's acceptance that leads to tranquillity for me in a cemetery, which you conveyed so well in this Christopher.
Christopher Russon commented on Oct 06, 2017 at 3:24pm
Thank you Maria glad you liked it.
Frank Hornby . commented on Nov 24, 2017 at 12:28pm
I like this poem....cemeteries are so peaceful...but sad...
Christopher Russon commented on Nov 24, 2017 at 2:42pm
Thank you Frank.I was working in an office doing some decorating some years ago. I had my dinner break In the cemeterie opposite. like you say although pleasent It was still sad.
Smokey Wraith commented on Feb 25, 2018 at 9:12pm
I like this...I hang out in cemeteries sometimes, good place to contemplate life.

 

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