When I Look Upon The Graves Poem by Hannah Barham
When I Look Upon The Graves
When I look upon the graves
Of those who fell before
Neat, bland rectangles
Of yellow and weathered stone
A pang, it does begin
In the bit of my belly
To rise like angry
Remorseful bile
To pour down my cheeks
In tears of shame
another very well done...i'm looking one day to find a writer that can comprehend my types of writing..to jointly put together two party poetry....yours shows some interest...thanks Hannah.. :)
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5/4/2024 11:04:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
very good! flowing! ur anger is well expressed. thank u. invite u to read my poems too.