My Wait For Grand.

by Cate Rock   Jun 23, 2009


I walk to my shelter as the earth trembles beneath my feet.
I walk into happiness with the world on my shoulders...
I step lightly past graves and tombs,
I walk past even you...
I find my light right where i lost it...
I found it next to that grave.
I found you.

The place I left my heart...
The place where my life ended and my death started.
The head stone read "Weeks" when my heart break was years...
All i gained from coming was heavy tears...
This graveyard was my home...
Where i was to be laid...
Yet that all changed as long ago as i stared upon this old grave.

The man laid here was know to me as grand.
And grand he was...
Tall, thick, fatherly figure...
Red hair cold green eyes...
Never seen him in person yet love i still held for this guy.
His heart ever growing his mind set on peace...
Cut down in his prime...
Now he lays diciest...

Tears break down...cover my face..
Heart break to heart break this is heart breaks place.
Here in this grave yard where my mother's father is laid
Here in this place of love and hate.
I pray for him back cause with him gone I'm alone.
Here in this graveyard all so messily sown...
I look for his words all jumbled in my head...
Yet only words Ive had where the words Ive read...

So alone so misguided.
Yet i shall wait.
Wait for him again at the fiery red gates...

((For my grandfather))

Alexandrina Cari & Alexander Crawdford

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 15 years ago

    by Love Panda

    I walk to my shelter as the earth trembles beneath my feet.<-----TOO LONG.

    I walk into happiness with the world on my shoulders...<-----'UPON' - INSTEAD OF ON.

    I step lightly past graves and tombs,
    I walk past even you...<-----NICE LINE.
    I find my light right where i lost it...
    I found it next to that grave.<-----NEEDS ANOTHER WORD IN THERE.
    I found you.<-----NICE.

    The place I left my heart...<-----'THAT' - INSTEAD OF THE.
    The place where my life ended and my death started.

    >>The place where my life ended and my death started.<-----'...and my death DID START'<<

    The head stone read "Weeks" when my heart break was years...<-----ANOTHER STANZA SHOULD BE PUT BEFORE THIS ONE, TO MAKE IT READ SMOOTHLY.

    All i gained from coming was heavy tears...<-----COMING??WHERE - HERE-THERE??

    This graveyard was my home...<-----NICE.
    Where i was to be laid...<-----ANOTHER WORD SHOULD BE ADDED HERE.

    Yet that all changed as long ago as i stared upon this old grave.<-----MAKES NO SENCE - MAKE IT CLEAR.

    The man laid here was know to me as grand.
    And grand he was...<-----NICE.
    >A<Tall, thick, fatherly figure...
    Red hair >AND<cold green eyes...
    >I<Never seen him in person yet love i still held for this guy.<-----REPHRASE THE WORDS AFTER PERSON TO MAKE MORE SENCE.

    His heart ever growing his mind set on peace...
    Cut down in his prime...<-----LOVE THIS LINE.
    Now he lays diciest...<-----WORKS WELL WITH THE LINE ABOVE.

    Tears break down...>THEY<cover my face..
    Heart break to heart break this is heart breaks place.<-----OVER USAGE OF THE WORD 'HEARTBREAK'.

    Here in this grave yard where my mother's father is laid<-----GET RID OF LAID AND USE SOMETHING LIKE SLEEPS/RESTS.

    Here in this place of love and hate.<-----NICE.
    I pray for him back BEcause with him gone I'm alone.<-----because'WITHOUT HIM' im alone - INSTEAD OF WITH HIM GONE IM ALONE.

    Here in this graveyard all so messily sown...<-----NICE.
    I look for his words all jumbled in my head...<-----HOW ABOUT - 'I SEARCH FOR THE WORDS THAT HE WOULD SAY TO ME'.

    Yet only words Ive had where the words Ive read...<-----...the words ive read 'UPON HIS GRAVE/IN A LETTER??'.

    So alone >AND< so misguided.
    Yet i shall wait.<-----WAIT - WAIT FOR WHAT?
    Wait for him again at the fiery red gates...<-----WAIT FOR HIM, TO DO WHAT??

    >>OVERAL ITS NOT A BAD POEM, SOME THINGS COULD BE CHANGED TO MAKE THE READER MAKE SENCE OF IT ALL A LITTLE BIT BETTER, BUT I FEEL YOUR PASSION. AND THATS A GOOD THING TO FEEL WHEN YOU WRITE A POEM FOR SOMEONE.<<

    Well done.

    IBE
    X