Anthony Nutter Poet Rhyme

Buried

Buried
A.W. Nutter

Eyes wide open no light can I see
Darkness completely enveloping me
Movements constrained unable to rise
Is this a dream have I met my demise

My hands perform limited exploring
Tears flow freely as I begin screaming
My hope of escape begin to plummet
Realizing I’m locked inside a casket

Suddenly I hear a very familiar voice
Be quiet darling this was my only choice
 Leaving me alone when I loved you so much
I’d never let another woman feel your touch

Keeping you near under six feet of dirt
Is the only way I could ever find comfort
My life is over, the way I meet my death
Hearing her laughter as I take my last breath

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Anthony Beesley August 31, 2010 at 9:05 AM death divine read my poem "6 million feet under"

Gert W. Knop May 12, 2010 at 8:34 AM Very haunting poem, Anthony! And very well written! ....And thanks for your comments on mine, Gert

Wilma Neels May 11, 2010 at 3:11 AM Wow, I could visualize everything while reading this piece! Love it

Kabuteng P.Ink K. February 21, 2010 at 10:41 PM This is really a haunting right--yikes to have someone love you that much to the extent of killing--that sure is scary! great read though :)

Crystal Seals February 14, 2010 at 6:00 PM I HAD TO READ BURIED A FEW TIMES WHEN WE HAVE THESE TYPES OF PEOPLE IN OUR LIVES WE DON'T NEED ENEMIES...

June Ellen Smith February 13, 2010 at 4:16 PM Scary thought. Enjoyed the poem though. I planned to be cremated after donating my body to science and have my ashed tosses at the same time with my husband's over the Colorado mountains where we met. That's his wish for the mountains. Enternal love. Ellen

Mary Ann Young February 9, 2010 at 8:26 AM very well thought out

Sena Slaughter February 6, 2010 at 10:00 PM Wow! That's scary! Loved the read! Regards, Sena Slaughter

Danny Nunn January 28, 2010 at 12:19 PM Well that sounds like the real thing, scary but a good write...thanks on the Rio Grande..it is wilder than that, I kept it tame for the poem..thanks Danny

Sara Kendrick January 25, 2010 at 12:35 PM Scary that is jealousy taken to the max. Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara

Linda-Marie Sweetheart January 19, 2010 at 6:21 PM Thankxxx Anthony for your blog comments.. greatly appreciated... New Jersey is a lovely State and I live about 30 minutes from the beach so Summers are great but Winters are cold and snowy.. but Fall and Spring.. priceless... luv.. Linda-Marie

Linda-Marie Sweetheart January 19, 2010 at 4:05 PM Beautiful and emotional Anthony expressing your luv and devotion to another so dear.. poetry is a great expressive avenue of thoughts and emotions emerging from our pens... your pen is extremely gifted.. thankxxx for your nice comment on my poetry tonight.. u can also check out my new blog photos as Soup has now updated sufficiently to post them... luv.. Linda-Marie

Monica Nealy January 17, 2010 at 6:03 PM a beautiful dark write friend. thanks for commenting on my work.

Richard Craig January 17, 2010 at 12:46 PM twisted... I like it...thanks for the comment....

James Marshall Goff January 16, 2010 at 5:56 PM am smiling at such beautiful darkness! AW! and thanks for your comments! jimbo

Andrea Dietrich January 16, 2010 at 5:11 PM Love it, Anthony. VEry Stephen Kingish!!

Tim Ryerson January 9, 2010 at 7:28 AM Great description of a claustrophobic, Poe-like nightmare, Anthony! - Tim

Brian Strand January 8, 2010 at 8:17 AM Much talent in this vignette Anthony ,one for my favourites.Rgds Brian

Brian Strand January 8, 2010 at 8:15 AM You are a great storyteller Anthony.Rgds Brian Thank you for your welcome comments and observations today.

John Patrick Robbins Aka Gonzo January 6, 2010 at 10:00 AM A dark but outstanding write that reflects a true talent my friend. It reminds me of the great of gothic poems such as poe of course but this stands by itself true power in every line loved the darkness of it honest brothe great write my friend

Mohammad Yamin January 2, 2010 at 4:58 PM What a horror scene this poem depicts, Anthony. It paints a vivid picture of what happens in a casket buried inside six feet of dirt. The light at the end of the tunnel is that this was the only way to meet the love that departed earlier. The grave is the vehicle for reunion of souls in the next world. Sad but extremely well written poem. Thanks for gracious felicitations on my poem, Do not Knock being featured this week and for your encouraging comments. -Mohammad

Doris Culverhouse January 1, 2010 at 2:12 PM Wow, that is hard, interesting. Hope it is not real. Hope your holidays were good!!

Carol Sunshine Brown December 31, 2009 at 3:32 PM ~~Anthony~~Now you are winding down your year (2009 ) of sharing your amazing poetry with us here at PoetrySoup. As you begin your New Year (2010 ) I wish you the best with your writing endeavors whatever they may be. I wish you good health, all the love your heart can take and peace in your life. Love and blessings to you and yours now and always, Carol