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Jade Welch Nov 2015
Hair of yellow falls like leaves
Rested head on a pillow
She no longer breathes

These lips of red I had once kissed
Your eyes of blue
Behind shut lids

This wooden box it holds no ring
It holds a diamond
A beautiful thing

Pink-cheeked friends stand in soft snow
A friendly goodbye
Casket lays low
Jade Welch Nov 2015
In the trenches
Dark and damp
Hear the feet
Of soldiers
Stamp

Falling down
Bullets fly
Many men
Will fall
Tonight

Holding hands
To reassure
They're not
Alone
Anymore

Bowing heads
A moment to remember
Silence on the
11th of
November
My remembrance poem, I know its the 11th tomorrow, not today, but I really wanted to put this up today! Lest we forget
Jade Welch Nov 2015
Fire burn the crops
Fire singe the trees
Wind blows hard
But the fire will not cease

Fire meets fire
Destruction greets disease
Fire burn the crops
Fire singe the trees
Jade Welch Nov 2015
This point of time will be forever kept
Inside my mind, forever and a day:
Your greasy hair dragged cruelly by the wind.
Your mountainous nose, that gets in the way.

You do not speak the way you really should;
You speak the same as an old foreign man.
You hide dry skin beneath that tired blue hood -
To be with you would be no sane man's plan.

You're not a pretty sight which is a same
You shall never be a beautiful dame
But, oh, I love you, darling, all the same.

Your imperfections make you who you are:
A shining star not seen is still a star.
Inspired by Shakespeares sonnets! This sonnet is only 13 lines long, rather than the traditional 14 lines, just to make it as imperfect as the lady the poem is supposedly about, little differences to a traditional sonnet have been made, such as the 13 lines and some of these lines are not the traditional 10 syllables long.

I hope you enjoy reading just as much as i did writing it, ENJOY!

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