A Still, Stoic, Ground




Lodging Gangrenous bodies,



Green ones;Stale Ones




Enclosed in tombs;Encircled with branches.














Emotional Epitaphs!


Blooming roses and Matte Flowers,


Sitting on earth surfaces and Cracked Concretes


are Being Kissed by struggling weeds.

















Sniffling!


He Watched with dismay,His Arena of Ignoble

Display,


Which Shelters the Bones of the Poor;the Body of

the Rich.


Where the Powerful Cannot Pose as There is no

hope for dominance.





























He Then Realized!


That man's original habitation,


Is Neither an Edenic Suite Nor a furnished


Estate


But Six Feet Under,Where Dancing Bugs salivate.

The theme of the poem is 'death'. You should learn how to structure your poem.
Nice poem.

Thanx bro, am still new at it that's why.

nikkybeez:
Thanx bro, am still new at it that's why.

We're all new. Lol. Read other poems and observe how the lines are structured and where the lines break, so you can learn the act of structuring.

joseph1832:
We're all new. Lol. Read other poems and observe how the lines are structured and where the lines break, so you can learn the act of structuring.

kk I will.

Lone watcher: like a grave attendant who is watching the grave of both rich and young, and reminiscing on the lives of the dead.

Am I right?

Nice poem but not well structured.