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 Nov 2015 ks
Sin
Her Grief
 Nov 2015 ks
Sin
She stood on the dock as the rain poured down
Waiting for the ship to come in
Eyes stinging from the rain
Her heart hurts with pain
As she clutches his photograph

Memories rush back into her mind
Of the day's they spent so close
And the gulls in the air
Scream a loud cold cry
And the cold bites the back of her neck
As her heart still bears the scars

As the ship now docks in a solemn mood
Grey as the sky above
All move to see the love so happy
And she grips the picture to her wet chest

Wounded and proud the men start to leave
The bowels of the great ship that mothered them
Wiping her eyes she stares in suprise as a soldier approaches her
Moments go by she falls and preys
As his body is brought on by

Gripping out now to the air full of hate
The rain beats heavy on her
Silence now greets as the world stops at her feet
And lonelinesses kisses her cheek
 Nov 2015 ks
Rhiannon
Bones.
 Nov 2015 ks
Rhiannon
I can feel it in my bones,
Heavy burdens to carry.
I can taste it on my tongue,
Different cultures to marry.
I can hear it in my ears,
Foreign words being spoken.
I can see it in my eyes,
The land of the dead and broken.
I can smell it through my nose,
The incense stick lighting.
I can sense it in my stomach,
The start of the rioting.
My brain is getting misty,
It's numb and it's quick,
But when the knife cut my throat,
I didn't feel a thing.
 Nov 2015 ks
AmyKatrinaSmith
In death we praise and feel sorrowful for the dearly departed.
tears flow freely and you can't stop once you've started

If only we had been nicer or done a little more.
if only i saw you that day before.

if only i knew what the cards were saying
perhaps i could have saved you and stopped all this praying

maybe this was destiny come to pass
all i know is that wave we shared was our last.

i will never forget you
you were a good mate

i just wish i had told you
but then i realised, this is a poem too late.
Dedicated to a dear friend. R.I.P: A.L.M. 05/07/89-16/09/2015.
 Nov 2015 ks
john walker
my last breath blows the dust
from the pages of my life
last thoughts cross that timeless
aging space called living
  This is where I will find you
as friend and faded memory
your page was never read
only written
But I do.... remember you
 Nov 2015 ks
R
You're an onion.
 Nov 2015 ks
R
You're made up of layers
more than a hundred of them
but when you peel a few
they thought they already know you
impressed, appalled to see you
baring your soul, opening yourself
and you find it funny
and you find it kinda sad
because to you it's nothing
like a small scratch on a surface
nothing but just a few layers off
and you have a hundred more to go.
Feels.
 Nov 2015 ks
Tina ford
Everybody wants a piece of peace,
From the kids in the school to the people in the street,
But it's not that easy in a world of want,
When need is overlooked and the children can't,

Everybody wants a piece of peace,
From the keepers of countries to the forces on the beat,
But it's not that easy with a selfish government,
When all the moneys gone and overspent,

Everybody wants a piece of peace,
From the city's and towns we all meet,
Together we can make it happen now today,
And make a better world for our kids to play.
 Nov 2015 ks
EuphoricFlowers
Gone
 Nov 2015 ks
EuphoricFlowers
The day has passed,
The night has come
The stars, they dance
When there's no one around
The Earth it spins,
Like there's nothing wrong
The moon it shines,
Even though I'm gone.
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