PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I found Shakespeare in the graveyard
Four, and buried in mud
His story written in stone
So that his legend survived
Born in a small village
Where war smiled heinously,
With its incomprehensible sense of humour,
His pen spoke like the tongue fathoms not
And destiny was set to welcome him
When came the pellets of rain
Burying the boy in his grave.

I found Newton in the graveyard
Four, and buried in mud
An apple placed on the grave
For it was all he had yearned for
Born he was, too, in a small village
With curiosity that questioned all
The fall of the apple, the invisible air
The drops from heaven, the anguish of fire
And answers, he knew were for those, who seeked
But alas, hunger sneaked from the shadows
And the elusive apple lay him in his grave.