Six Feet Under

Surrounded I was by many, many moaning hearts,
My heart, I felt for the last time,
blurred vision, sound echoing from far,
Black satin with milky lace they decorated the case,
I felt like a queen again in white purest of the gown,
Someone read the last verse for my soul to be unbound,
I was near to the Altar, I heard the hymns the last time,
They wept, cried and mourned, near my cold frame,
Took me within the gates,
The raven sang in pain, the huddling trees that mourned,
The grass covered the grave and silent was this place,
Soon I’ll be the part of this cold, numb grave,
Maybe they will inscribe ‘’gone but not forgotten’’
‘’Resting in peace, in God’s care’’
Let my gravestone be no lavish one,
Leave no lilies, no roses or wreath,
Dust to dust, ashes I will be turned,
Let the last message be, till we meet again.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Rebecca Alick

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
I'm a constant learner, love watching birds, can spend hours appreciating nature and write canto to describe its amateur photographer and a writer, but still love to sprinkle on the white pages with my thoughts, writing is a catharsis for me.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

2 Comments on "Six Feet Under"

Notify of
Sort by:   newest | oldest
anu mishra

oh my god i m standstill being read it ……………………


Under The Shadows

Under The Shadows short poem

Looking around for a loop of light, a captive throws out his trove of litter and ask for a right to be killed. This was question hour of your conscience. Who would now act as on executioner? Anybody who has

Not Ten Feet Toll

Not Ten Feet Toll short poem

Entering the room consumes all in the boardroom All eyes rise all phones are placed down without a groan or a sound Walking in proud owning the floor just walked on for sure endowed Honing the sharp minds for the

Under The Night Sky

Under The Night Sky prose poem

As the day slips behind the cliffs On the far-off horizon Taking along its glorious lamp And all the warm sunshine The earth looks down wearied All hustle and bustle comes to close The world enveloped in darkness Retires to

Flying With My Acoustic Six Strings..

Flying With My Acoustic Six Strings.. prose poem

We are going to Dubai yeah yeah Everyone so excited hey hey The one who is not is me Why o why I hear you ask ‘Coz I have a question on my mind And it is quite a task


Six short poem

Darkness abound, Chaos blatant, So rejoices death. Dying angels, Smarting spirits, In this cacophony Of silent extirpation, My demons seek strife, Perveyors of demises, Deathly devils, Are fulfilled. In this annihilation Of aspirations, Revels my soul, Finding bliss, In this