A Poem By 13 yr Old McCartha (Known as Jazzmin at this time)
It was about the first funeral I had gone to.
Inside the coffin
Where my great uncle lay
I saw him peacefully
For only yesterday
He had talked
He had walked
Inside the funeral home
The atmosphere was sadness
It was pure madness
The sadness, a heavy quilt
Suffocating me
Making me cry
Inside my heart
I hold memories
Of when I had to leave
And go
Away from my family
I hardly remember
My uncle, Fransico
I try hard, but
It never goes
I cannot remember
Uncle Fransico
Inside the coffin
Where my great uncle lay
I saw him peacefully
For only yesterday
He had once walked
He had once talked
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Crappy Poems By J. Rose
PoetryHere are some poems that I had written as an 8th grader. I am not a poet, but I gave it a try. I hope you hate them as well as I do. P.S. I HAD to do these for school.
