Driving Past Graves


Driving Past Graves

Driving silently past graves behind a fence
Somber souls of different walks been spent
Some have been buried throughout the years.
Teenagers who have given their lovers tears.

Shells of people rotting in the cold ground
Some from cancer, some crashed and drowned
Some from gang gun fire, some during sex
One from writing bouncing, fraudulent checks

Desperate souls snuffed at their own hand
Life’s too short to be written in the sand
Many hearts have come to a screeching halt
Death comes to everyone, who’s at fault?

Makes one think of a time fated to come
When our walk on this world will yet be done.
Make your actions count each and every day,
Don’t just sit on this Earth as if made of red clay.

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mustascheman commented on Driving Past Graves


That's right! Why 'sit on this Earth' when you can stand forever in the fires of HELL!!! A neat poem, to be sure!

cheronld commented on Driving Past Graves


Live everyday as if it was your last because it just may be....great write my friend....Cher



Cemeteries are a reminder that we won't be here forever. I tried to express the best I could the feelings I have while passing a cemetery. Thanks for the comment. -Al

rsalassi commented on Driving Past Graves


A second reading of this changes my mind from the earlier remarks. Nicely done, but still too encompassing.....perhaps?

Crush commented on Driving Past Graves


great idea and i do like it....this has moments of brillinance. however, with all due respect, i feel it missing something that can turn it from good to great. maybe i don't have this right to critique, but i think it is missing something. thanks, mate.



I'd like to hear your critique. What is it missing for you? Where would you go with it?

Christina13 commented on Driving Past Graves


Wow ! I wish everyone had this philosophy. It reminds me of what Brandon Lee said in "the Crow", when he's in the cop's apartment "Nothing is trivial". This is a real inspiring poem, I can see people refering to this poem as a classic. just like they do with "the raven", "she walks in beautiy", "marriage of heaven and hell", or "divine commedy". grate work. I can't wait to read more from you.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Oblaidon’s Poems (26)

Title Comments
Title Comments
What to be 2
Pressing On 8
Born to You and Me 9
Scorched 9
Daddy’s Girl 12
In a Flash 12
Skinny Dipping 20
lf 9
Woman to Man 21
Sign of the Cross 12
Love Embraced 21
Our Biggest Threat 14
In God I Trust 10
Driving Past Graves 17
When I was a Kid. 18
Pets by our Side 8
Rocky Shores 10
A minuscule bug 14
Heart of a Poet 29
My Armor is Faith 12
For Our Troops 8
Baby Has a Name. 17
My MI 3
My Love 8
The Grace of God 13
Rhyming Poems 20