I need help trying to write a life philosophy poem with a "from the grave" perspective. Can anyone help me?

Question

Meaning a poem the reflects on your life, your philosophy, and your role as an individual in society. I have to write a life philosophy poem using a "from the grave" perspective with descriptive language, including poetic devices such as metaphors, simile, repetition and/or alliteration. It doesnt need to rhyme but it needs to be a minimum of 14 lines. PLEASE HELP ME!! But if you are someone who actually writes stuff like this then can you keep the larger words to a minimum please! OMG, this would be such a major help. Please help, you definatly wont regret it :)

Answer 1

Hey there. Check out the works of William Henley. Poems Like Invictus are exactly what you are looking to recreate.

Answer 2

Forgotten

In death, a journey comes to an end.

Death’s journey through life ends with

a gathering of family and friends

who reflect and comfort each,

saddened by the life lost to them.

The defining moment of worth on display,

no longer able to express emotion,

a waxen replica of what was.

Those who now pass reminisce

then weep the tears of loss;

laugh as they remember great times.

So many memories buried,

now surface for a time,

again will be buried in the same manner.

Mourned for a time,

memories fade with each generation,

until, no memory remains.

A journey has come to an end.

A piece of history lost again.



Final Bound

As a young man,

on the high school football team,

winning time and again,

to the delight of the crowd,

cheerleaders praise us,

of us all are proud,

the year long and arduous,

each game closer,

to the coveted,

championship crown,

paying in the regional,

favored to win,

more than enough adrenalin,

to go around,

but,

it's the other team,

final bound

On to college,

no football here,

a bright future awaiting,

to be found,

I join the debate team,

on sound intelectual ground,

every Saturday,

a competitive round,

never the loser,

regional bound,

considered the best in debate,

of any college around,

but,

it's the other team,

final bound

In corporate America,

is where I'm now found,

moving through management,

at a speed profound,

In the prime of my career,

I am nominated for "Man of the Year,"

into the recitals,

a stellar year,

one after another,

recite my qualifications,

a man,

without equal peer,

but,

it's the other,

final bound

I'm there,

reaching the epitome,

of my career,

only one more spot,

a life long dream,

the top of the ladder,

another regional contest,

the difference,

at this,

I'm the best,

but,

it's the other,

final bound

My life a competition,

round after round,

always a winner,

yet,

never a crown,

why,

I wonder,

as I lie alone,

where are my supporters,

my cheerleaders,

now that I'm old,

all those achievements,

of such delight,

mean nothing,

as day turns to night,

it is in death,

true meaning is found,

finally,

I am final bound



Mac McGovern