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Alex Potter Feb 2017
I saw the news of that night,
I saw the people cower in fright,
I felt their love fall to the ground,
I knew the fear would spread around,
Down in the place called Orlando

The outed, the loved, the brave,
The ones in closets, dark like a cave,
The lonely, the lovely,
The ones like dogs stomping muddily,
Down in dear old Orlando.

No one had expected what came next,
It was something like text,
You read from a book,
Now don't ever look,
Down in Orlando.

What was once a place,
A very special space,
Space for those different than him,
He thought they were a sin,
Now it's no more in Orlando.

All they wanted was love,
But their souls flew like a dove,
No more of their musical,
Wonderful, beautiful,
Lives in Orlando.

To all those,
Who rose,
To the next place,
I give you good grace.
I am sorry for all that's been done,
I know sometimes life hasn't been fun,
But you didn't deserve,
To be served,
The final, the last,
Place. I'm sad that you passed,
Into death.
I know this was a while ago, but after the Pulse shooting in Orlando, I wrote this poem, and only just found out about Hello Poetry, so thought that it was the best place to post something like this. I hope you like it!
jdotingham Jul 2016
Rest your head on the bed, on the red of the car,
Staring out the window, heads out of par
Looking at death in the face of his grace
A simple look that he could never replace

Rest your head on the floor, on the grey of the concrete,
Don’t call it a fight, it’s not even a war
A massacre is falling out of grace
A simple fear that she could never replace

One parts Hearts and the other part Spades
Grabbing for freedom, for that single Ace
****** nose and ****** shirt from that new hole
Take me to a place where I will never grow old. oh. oh.

Flicking the channels to not feel alone
People who make crosses, the answer is sold

(Bang Bang)

If it’s love your searching for avoid the bang!
If it’s love your searching for take my hand
If it’s love your searching for avoid the man
If it’s love your searching for avoid the bang!

Go spit in his face because you know that you want to
I never knew that you were so cold
Staring death in the face with a black eye and broken bones
A simple look that lingers the taste

Go fall to the floor at least that what they want you
That crack echoes in that infectious song
Through the generation of communication
I never knew death to be so wrong

One parts Hearts and the other part Spades
Grabbing for freedom, for that single Ace
****** nose and ****** shirt from that new hole
Take me to a place where I will never grow old. oh. oh.

Flicking the channels to not feel alone
People who make crosses, the answer is sold

(Bang Bang)

If it’s love your searching for avoid the bang!
If it’s love your searching for take my hand
If it’s love your searching for avoid the man
If it’s love your searching for avoid the bang!

You hope the boy'll be alright
You tell him it's all right

If it’s love your searching for avoid the bang
If it’s love your searching for take my hand
If it’s love your searching avoid the man
If it’s love your searching for avoid the bang
(Don’t call it a fight, it’s not even a war,
Don’t call it a war, don’t look so distraught
Don’t call it a fight, it’s not even a war
Don’t call it a war.)

Bang Bang!

{As we walk through the streets in the night thats turned black
In our overcoats not undercoats our limit is what you smoke
As we walk through the city in the night thats turned black
In our overcoats not undercoats our limit is what you smoke}
Actual name - The Bang!
Febronia Ventura Jun 2016
I knew about you
because of the news

You were 2-yrs old
It was a happy day
Was supposed to be
A wonderful Disney trip

I couldn't stop thinking
I just couldn't

I felt so bad
I felt so much pain

Your body grabbed
by an animal
Your parents crying
the World praying

Why?
Why God?
I know I shouldn't ask you

The World is still praying
for the parents who lost a child

I'm trying to accept this lost

I didn't know you

But it bothers me

You were 2-yrs old.
"Some say love, it is a river"
How the tears flowed that night,
How the rain fell and wiped our cheeks,
How the wind caught our hair and blew in our faces,
How we cried.

"That drowns a tender reed"
How many fell that day,
How young, how old,
How free of fear until too late,
How quickly gone.

"Some say love, it is a razor"
How deep it cut so fast,
How much pain consumed us,
How the dark spilled into the streets,
How long will it last?

"That leaves your soul to bleed"
How to move on,
How none of us knew where to look,
How to smile again, or if we should,
How empty we were.

"Some say love, it is a hunger"
How it burned, the anger,
How the passion grew strong,
How a single raging desire filled us,
How it took over.

"An endless aching need"
How we stood together,
How we all dreamed and longed for a future,
How it is no longer a wish, but a necessity,
How it sits with us.

"I say love, it is a flower"
How as one we somehow felt better,
How those candles pierced the shadows,
How we joined hands and held tight,
How we wouldn't fall.

"And you its only seed"*
How the seeds were sown,
How their lives were lost,
How it must not happen again,
How death does not end them,
How one day those seeds will bloom,
And those flowers will not be laid by candles.
Dornish Bastard Jun 2016
Tragedy seems unreal,
Like a foreign movie.
I'm only a spectator
Front row for reality.
I see the shooter, the victims.
A hundred hired to act.
Fake blood paints pavements.
The bullets are blanks.

*But the bullets pierce
And the blood is warm.
A hundred targets are found.
Few to recover from harm.
There won't be a 'cut!'
No take four or take five.
This is no movie.
A shot takes a life.
I don't know what to say.
Riel Adriane Jun 2016
Nothing seems to be okay.
When I read the newspapers,
An imbecile killed ****.
shrinking violet Jun 2016
The happiest place on earth is
***&
Guns are allowed
TW: Orlando, guns, hate crime
Angela Bridgman Jun 2016
They fomented hate for years
Now give us crocodile tears
But they care not
For my sisters and brothers
My family just “others.”

Nine and forty souls were lost
My transgender heart tempest-tossed
Their gentle souls
Cut down by a gunman’s hate
They did not deserve their fate

Carry on, we will and must
We will fight for what is just
Sadness today
But one day our hearts will sing
While they soar on angel’s wing
For the 49!!  I love you all.  You were a part of my family.
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