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Colm Sep 2018
I'd forgotten here
That the most beautiful place in the world is round

That the future I see beyond the horizon Is now
Above this place
My hometown

I'd forgotten here
But I remember now
Staring at that purple sunset. Looking back at me.
NothingInMotion Aug 2018
Take it to the bridge,
That's where it's meant to be,
It's meant to be remembered,
By lowly lock and key.

It's meant to stay forever,
It should never be forgotten,
It was there the entire time,
Yourself, not nearly so often.

It stayed there through the cold,
It stayed there through the rain,
It meant to stay with you,
Yet you never walked that bridge again.
Wishie Aug 2018
So long ago, the soldiers fell,
A raging war we cannot tell.
In our hearts, they each will dwell,
The poppies will tell us that all is well.

Fighting, hurting, to reach this day,
For what is now, we thank and pray.
For laughing children, happy and gay,
In memories from us, they will always lay.

So for this, we wear a single red flower,
That show they died for what's rightfully ours.
How they lost their numbers, hour by hour,
Their loyalty was, indeed, a great power.

So long ago, the soldiers fell,
A raging war we cannot tell.
In our hearts, they each will dwell,
The poppies will tell us that all is well.
~I won 1st place in a poetry contest with this, and I thought I'd share with you~
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Ice
Friendships now on ice
Turn away with answers found
Lament in your eyes
Nicole Louise Jun 2018
Out stretching
Out reaching
The callused, bleeding hands
Of tightly gripping on.

The permantly furrowed brow,
Weathering a face which has seen too much.
The innocent eyes try,
But are clouded over.

His everyday grows like a plane
flying over
Dunkirk dawn
Guns drawn.

His green home
Of west is best
And his voice would flow
With a carefree blow

which has blown
to fragments.

His streets turned red
When in November they would tred
To remember
Those who bled
Now they are only spotted

Every year dearer
Washing away.
Based on a photograph of a veteran.

With a little Hamilton inspiration...
Rowibh Apr 2018
i’ve never felt l so cruel in my life
i know it’s not fully my fault
for that person to leave..
she was nice and good but my parents didn’t like her
and i nagged a-bit about her with my parents too and now i regret it
i complained about the unnecessary things but that’s wrong cause no one can be perfect to anyone
yesterday she came crying to me cause mom scram at her
it’s not fair
not at all
she came crying telling me how its her life and her children’s life that she’s working for
and she’s been respecting the house and the members as hard as she could
and she said how she doesn’t know what she did wrong
imagine not knowing what you did and even if you didn’t do anything wrong.. people still blame you
and then she left.. was obliged too
she liked this house
unlike others
and a smile has been shown on her face
after years of not feeling that happiness
she left
and now i blame myself
for not standing up for her
not helping her
she needed it
and now she’s left off thinking
why no one liked me
why am i left
just like all other times
and not knowing why
not gonna specify who that person is and what their role in society is. I know we don’t tend to realize how important people are to us until they leave. many don’t take into consideration the people that work for you or help you. They are sometimes seen as something lower, and not as important. it shouldn’t be that way because they’re the people that **** them selves for us to get the least respect from people.
LPpoetry Mar 2018
An angel was born,
On this very day,
But before his time,
He was taken away,
With his beautiful voice,
He would always serenade,
Crawling, Heavy,
Final Masquerade,
These among many,
Were anthems that he sang,
For which he is remembered,
And which he sings in heaven again.
This was written on March 20th, Chester Bennington’s birthday.
Madam X Jan 2018
Your disappointment in me makes me want to *****
Even Halleys father gave her a flying comet.
I can't play the sports that you did as a kid
But I was never afraid of the ball
I never once hid
Im sorry some chores were left not quite done
But trying to hurt me doesn't mean that you've won
The belt round your waist was something I feared
I remember the blood on my leg that I had once smeared
That wasn't quite common
You're lose of control
I know that deep down you do have a soul
It's ironic that I am the only one
Who knows your soft side
away from the gun
You're still my dad and I don't hold those grudges
I'm not trying to be that person who judges
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