Joseph May Poet Grook

Garden of Bones

 The inevitable reaper
 whose shadow is grim
 He waits for his victims
 as their heartbeats fade
 He collects their last breath
 as a grim souvenir
 His garden of bones
 Blooms only grief,
 Another soul is leaving,
 He gathers his scythe ...

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Andrea Dietrich March 23, 2025 at 12:04 AM I could not find a poem I had not commented to do I came back down to this groom. I have seen it before but want to tell you how very nice it is.

Constance La France October 1, 2024 at 10:38 AM Joseph, , congratultions on your win in my Grook contest, wonderful, Constance Joseph May October 1, 2024 at 5:52 PM Thank you for my placement Constance

Brandy Nicole September 13, 2024 at 6:29 PM ' Another soul is leaving. ' Death is an appointment we all must face. A tender write, Joseph. My best to you. Hugs, Brandy

Susan Ashley August 26, 2024 at 8:26 AM Dear Joseph, this captivating dark piece is expressed with brilliant imagery "His garden of bones/Blooms only grief" - wow! Congrats for your win with this impactful poem. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Sara Kendrick August 24, 2024 at 7:32 AM Great to see your work honored on the winners' list in Constance's contest. Way to go. Congratulations on your win. Sara K

Paula Goldsmith August 23, 2024 at 2:13 PM Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed reading your creative yet sad write. When one thinks garden, they think flowers. Like how you did it with bones.  Have a blessed day writing away...........

Linda Alice Fowler August 22, 2024 at 12:59 PM Grim garden. Great Grook. Congratulations Joseph! :)

Andrea Dietrich August 22, 2024 at 12:45 PM I hope this placed high. I see congrats are in order so way to go. This was a favorite of mine

Kim Rodrigues August 22, 2024 at 7:42 AM Congrats, Joe!

thriveni c mysore August 22, 2024 at 5:08 AM frightening. 'another soul is leaving/ he gathers his scythe' if read to a child with slow animation,the shriek can reach death's ears. congratulations dear poet.

Janice Canerdy August 20, 2024 at 7:30 AM Excellent personification of death, Joseph. Janice

Victor Buhagiar August 19, 2024 at 9:33 PM We cannot escape death. Part of our make-up. Loved your poem though.

Daniel Henry Rodgers August 19, 2024 at 5:50 AM Hello Joe, Yes, the garden of death will always be full of bones for the grim reaper comes for us all. So well written with a Poe type spin which I really liked. - Blessings, My Friend, Daniel

Eve Roper August 18, 2024 at 9:36 AM Wow, very deep in emotion in your verse.

Kim Rodrigues August 17, 2024 at 2:12 PM The inevitable reaper… He collects their last breath as a grim souvenir…mysterious and thought-provoking!

Andrea Dietrich August 17, 2024 at 12:54 PM Wow another grook I am in love with. A fave