Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.

Cemetery Gates

Cemetery gates
swing open wide.
Beckoning me
to step inside.

Rusted, wrought iron
hinges that squeak.
Through the veils
I amble,
unable to speak.

Yew trees bending
with wear and tear
on lifeless limbs
I float, unaware

Beaches thick with ash
wash away
as black waves
of memories crash!

With a halt,
my body comes to rest
a wooden box closes
upon my chest.

Beneath the ground
is now my home
until my spirit begins to roam....

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing stage: 


A sweet little poem that flows to the end, the only thing I would change is the tree, something like "Yew trees bend" instead of just "Trees bent"
Mind you it is different for the States as the Yew tree dates back hundreds of years in the English countryside graveyards, but not so in America.
Many years ago all young men in England of 16 years old and over had to go to the church for archery practice on Sunday, places they called the Butts.
In the churchyard the main tree that was grown was the Yew tree, this was the tree whose wood made the legendary Longbow that the English used.
The Yew tree is special as they would cut a strip using the softwood on one side and the hardwood on the other this was fashioned into the bow as the two differing sides would give that extra spring when the bow was
flexed. That's the end of todays lesson in old English ways, mind you if you were named Fletcher then you would make the arrows LOL.
Take care our there, and know we think of you, Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

It is funny where we draw inspiration. This was inspired, believe it or not, after reading an article on our local Pet Connection about a dog who was living in a local cemetery for a few days. The dog kept returning to the same spot and passersby took his picture and posted to see if anyone knew him. It was assumed that he had a loved one in the cemetery, but he did not. He had gotten loose after his owner took his wife to have a baby and travelled quite a distance before winding up where he did. The picture of the dog laying under a large tree, very much at peace, caused me to write this. Unfortunately, by the time the owner was notified and able to look in the cemetery, good hearted citizens had accidently scared the dog off trying to "rescue him." So the search continues....

Keep Writing,

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

author comment

I agree with Ian about using Yew trees, or something to keep the flow of this.

" on lifeless limbs
I float, unaware"

Your persona seemed to be already dead - a ghost more like - before she slept in the grave. Is this another Black Riding Hood poem?

Sadly, there's no true rest when her "spirit begins to roam..."

Not a bad poem at all.


No verse is free for the man who wants to do a good job. - TS Eliot

This is not another Black Riding Hood Poem, as you know from your previous dealings with her, she isn't quite as peaceful. I have decided Black Riding Hood belongs on another poetry site for darker poets. This site has a rating where I can cite the work as being potentially offensive and those who do not wish to explore it, are made aware before hand. See my above reply to Ian as to where the inspiration for this poem came from. I think i was trying to convey the message of what the corpse was feeling as it was travelling to the afterlife while being buried. Cross over is not always immediate and for those who are earth bound for whatever reason, it may never happen. The soul had already come out of her body and was looking around. It found its way back as they closed the casket and decided to rest until the next time it decided to roam. Thanks for the read!

Keep Writing,

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

author comment

are a great source of inspiration. You never know who is going to "show up" in pictures or who might join you as you are walking. Like I said, I drew this one from the story of a lost dog living in a local cemetery for a few days until he was finally reunited with his owner yesterday. The dog escaped while the owner was taking his wife to have a baby, came home found the dog missing but couldn't locate him anywhere. He had been five minutes from home the whole time!!! So a happy ending there...

Keep Writing,

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

author comment
(c) No copyright is claimed by Neopoet to original member content.