Here is one of my favorite poems and the poem I got most comments on:
"Flowers Of Black"
She stands in the middle of the grave
Her flesh turning white as she stands over her own body
She looks around her as she watches her family sob
She is desperate to tell her mother her soul is still alive
Scared that her family wont celebrate the same as before
Watching her father praying to the lord
Everybody with their heads down in one row
Laying flowers on the brown casket
There is no point for flowers
It doesnt make any sense to her
Flowers of black
Flowers are not supposed to die with her
Flowers of black
Every soul always come back
She stands next to her older brother
Wondering if she made him proud
One tear falls from his cheek
She catches that one tear in her pale hand
Feels the salty drop and rubs it on her cheek
Because all she feels is numbness
No emotion left in that soul
But she still feels the warmth in her family
She knows they love her
She died too young but accomplished everything she wanted
She is just so surprised the random people around her
The love is in the air
Even if its love with sadness
In minutes she sees all the flowers in that casket
Flowers of black
Every Hand, every touch she counted
Red flowers turned to flowers of black
Flowers of black
Her soul always comes back
Copyrighted 2007
By : Johee