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Behind the pomp and circumstance
The celebrations and parades
Remember those who battled
The platoons and the brigades
Take some time to think now
Of the freedoms we possess
Of who fought the battle
Those who didn't second guess
Respect the soldiers duty
Give thanks to those who served
A handshake and a smile
Is worth a thousand words
It might be a long weekend
That many now will never see
Think of them this weekend
And give their life some dignity
Now, go and have a hotdog
Ride the float in the parade
Enjoy the fireworks exploding
Have a Happy Memorial Day
Emma Kate May 2015
I understand it was forth of July,
Sipping whiskey watching the world fly by
But you didn't have to disappear
Like the colors at the end of the pier

-e.k. fm
misunderstood lyric quicksand by the story so far turned into a poem
Ricky May 2015
Without you,
I was nothing but a tepid grey dust
I wanted nothing more than for the oxygen that I inhaled to be met with sultriness
It was in my nature
Almost how it was in your nature
To fulfill my desire to be kindled

With you,
Flames ignited the fuse
In the skies they saw the fireworks
You were the spark in disguise
You taught me just how fire works
RazanSidErani May 2015
If not now then when.
The agitation is clear as day.
I clear my throat and say,

"Someday on that special bright blue moon,
Someday when I'm done fooling around,
And finally fall for someone to swoon for"

"Once upon a time in oblivion,
From the blood rimmed wine glasses,
to the sounds of clinking in the air.
To the fireworks in my heart."
© RazanRinaldi
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I look at you and I am looking
at fireworks
Bright, blinding and fascinating
But my eyes are wide open
And I'm not interested
That you're way up in the sky
Unreachable
Everybody's looking up
like me
But not everybody's sick,
like me,
of watching bright colors unfold
of watching you ***** perfection
like it has to be gotten out of your system
because it's already too much
even your body can't handle it

Let me put it this way
Imagine all the butterflies
that rested their own chaos in my
stomach
Idk if anyone got this but it's about liking someone then not liking them later on. Phrases inspired by other poetic stuff like songs and short clips because my diction is ****.
River Scott Feb 2015
Boom
The noise
the light
the excitement

Boom
Chemicals mixing
creating explosions
and color

Boom**
Fourth of July
New Year's Eve
all nights to spend with you
and watch the sky light up

-r.y.s
I really hate the word fireworks.
Scott Garrison Feb 2015
You remind me of spring
with the gentle warmth
caressing the land
like your hand in mine
when we would sit and watch
the fireflies
light up the twilit sky

You remind me of summer
with fireworks
in your cloudless eyes.
Like the fourth of July
sitting love drunk on the lawn
with a balmy breeze blowing through
your ash gold hair

You remind me of autumn
with the way words roll of your lips
like the raindrops in the early morning
wetting the fallen leaves
from the night before
making the world smell
brand new

You remind me of winter
with your alabaster skin
shimmering with light
from the fireplace.
Your embrace kept the whiskey feeling
in my stomach
as we huddled beneath the covers

You remind me of the sun
and how it dances with the moonlight
every single morning
and takes a bow
every single night
before laying down,
with me
Shloka Shankar Feb 2015
the walls are the same.

not much has altered
since the clock struck
twelve.

alone in bed,
watching a display
of fireworks
serve as the baton
to usher in
another year
in a new garb,
custom made
for the most part.

long-forgotten
adrenaline reminds
me
of all those things
taken for granted
the previous year.

lists
and
resolutions
eat away at the corners
of my mind;

a tab
that stands  
unaccounted for.
First published in 'Alphabet and You':

https://alphabetandyou.wordpress.com/
amie Jan 2015
there's a sizzle and a screech
a loud boom
you can see the streams of light
reflected in her eyes
sometimes the fireworks and the stars
look the same to her
she likes to think that maybe sometimes they are
but some die out after a few seconds
and the others last millions, billions, trillions of years
she stretches to see all of the stars
but it hurts and she can't stretch that far
she longs to see one up close
put one in her pocket for safekeeping
but she'll settle for the stars in her own eyes
they twinkle far brighter and longer
than any silly supernova
a little words from watching fireworks.
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