#lostlives - Hello Poetry

Unexpected early morning, It struck a town in Syria, Rebel-held area turned into a toxic zone, Shaking the entire government from its root. 85 people - 20 children- D E A D Some writhing, Some C-h-o-k-i-n-g, Some GASPING for air. Sarin a deadly chemical gas pervaded the streets of Syria Like grey clouds take over the blue sky. Mouths inhaled the ethereal gas As death grabbed a hold of their souls. One boy was filmed suffocating on the ground, His chest heaving like an ocean full of harsh waves, His mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Faces blue and yellow, As their lungs cried for air. The smell of death lingered in the streets Dead children lined up in R O W S on the floor, Piled in heaps in the back of a vehicle, Lying motionless in the mud, Clothes ripped as rescuers tried to separate the chemical from their bodies Imprisoned in the unpredictable terror of WAR! Is this the result of a six year war? Hours after the attack began, Regime warplanes circled back over the area, Purposefully dropping bombs on clinic treating survivors. Death crushed the hope of many Shutting the door to freedom SMASH! 13 year old boy, Drowned in the tsunami of grief, As lonely as a dog without its master: “Three of my family members died in front of my eyes. I don’t even know it the rest are alive or not. ” A horrendous scene for any human being, Indeed an AFFRONT to humanity! War stole the right for a 13 year old to feel loved, protected and precious. Eyelids closed against the dim light of dawn, As an airstrike hit their veranda, Leaping from his bed with the hope of saving his family, He hugged his nine month old twins tightly. Handing the twins to his wife, Yosuf went outside, To see people staggering And falling on to the ground like petals of a flower. He came back to his house to see.... His brothers dead, His nephew dead, His niece dead, His mother dead, His wife dead, His twins dead. Yosuf was trapped in the cage of sorrow forever, “My wife, Ahmed and Aya, my twins they were all martyred. What was their fault? My entire family is gone.” Holding the dead bodies of the twins in each arm Stroking their hair, As their laughter echoed in his ears, He choked back tears, And mumbled goodbye. A six year civil war stole the hope from hearts full of light, Treaded over relationships full of love, And strangled a life full of freedom.

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Feb 20, 2019

Feb 20, 2019 at 8:46 PM UTC

time-1

A white blanket laid over Syria

Unexpected early morning, It struck a town in Syria, Rebel-held area turned into a toxic zone, Shaking the entire government from its root. 85 people - 20 children- D E A D Some writhing, Some C-h-o-k-i-n-g, Some GASPING for air. Sarin a deadly chemical gas pervaded the streets of Syria Like grey clouds take over the blue sky. Mouths inhaled the ethereal gas As death grabbed a hold of their souls. One boy was filmed suffocating on the ground, His chest heaving like an ocean full of harsh waves, His mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Faces blue and yellow, As their lungs cried for air. The smell of death lingered in the streets Dead children lined up in R O W S on the floor, Piled in heaps in the back of a vehicle, Lying motionless in the mud, Clothes ripped as rescuers tried to separate the chemical from their bodies Imprisoned in the unpredictable terror of WAR! Is this the result of a six year war? Hours after the attack began, Regime warplanes circled back over the area, Purposefully dropping bombs on clinic treating survivors. Death crushed the hope of many Shutting the door to freedom SMASH! 13 year old boy, Drowned in the tsunami of grief, As lonely as a dog without its master: “Three of my family members died in front of my eyes. I don’t even know it the rest are alive or not. ” A horrendous scene for any human being, Indeed an AFFRONT to humanity! War stole the right for a 13 year old to feel loved, protected and precious. Eyelids closed against the dim light of dawn, As an airstrike hit their veranda, Leaping from his bed with the hope of saving his family, He hugged his nine month old twins tightly. Handing the twins to his wife, Yosuf went outside, To see people staggering And falling on to the ground like petals of a flower. He came back to his house to see.... His brothers dead, His nephew dead, His niece dead, His mother dead, His wife dead, His twins dead. Yosuf was trapped in the cage of sorrow forever, “My wife, Ahmed and Aya, my twins they were all martyred. What was their fault? My entire family is gone.” Holding the dead bodies of the twins in each arm Stroking their hair, As their laughter echoed in his ears, He choked back tears, And mumbled goodbye. A six year civil war stole the hope from hearts full of light, Treaded over relationships full of love, And strangled a life full of freedom.

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Started off simple you were smokin joints with your mates, 14years old hangin around at the school gates, a juvenile delinquent,little pain in the *** a father at 15 grew up way too fast, the Irish system failed you,kicked you out at 16, moved in with your girl,a baby raised by 2 teens, no real education so crime is your path, tried your hand at a blag+ended up in pats(Irish Juvenile Detention), So whats the matter sonny? life's not like the flicks, criminals get caught,so get used to the nick, but **** it now you're 18 thinkin' you're an O.G., and when you end up in the joy(Mountjoy Prison) you say listen to me, **got your apprentices in robbin,sellin poppin off fightin, feelin like a crime titan,think you're Irelands mike tyson, do a few more blags court dates count up, another girl gets pregnant so the problems mount up** "I've seen the needle and the damage done, a Syringe in a Vein is like a loaded gun" You could get a job,but **** that work's for dopes, you spend your days dodging court dates,bangin' out dope, snortin coke with your mates,all hard as nails, while the real crims sit back and count their sales all you are is a customer,forget the smiles, there'll be another fool parted from his money in a while, your mate johno flipped out from a long coke binge, now he's sittin in the john o gods(Christian Rehab centre),shivering and cringin', That'll never be you,you got a real game plan, got a cousin who's a driver on Securicor vans, so you hire out a shotgun,on with the bally(Balaclava), hit the van in broad daylight,and run for an alley, but guess whats waiting? a Special Branch team(Armed Gardai), get the **** on the ground! is what they all just scream, now you're banged up bigtime,a 10yr stretch got your first bag of gear(Irish name for Smack) from a kid named fletch CHORUS. *"well every cloud's got a silver lining these years, the only silver you see is tin foil for your gear, you gave your life for a buzz that passed way to soon, its only now you get to see the dark side of the spoon"* well its release day,Seven years down the line, three years in remission for good behaviour time went in the Joy a teenager,comin out a man, **with a habit that's longer than a nuns,god **** went from hash and pills to a sharper doom your life's over,now you're on the dark side of the spoon** so you slip into the underworld,but no more blags, robbers don't trust junkies,and your hooked through the bag, you whine about your bad breaks,how you coulda been big, cos you're a shadow of yourself man,smack is a pig you're too busy to contemplate,its rob,rob,rob, and your arms are fulla craters,so there's still no job, you got your girl hooked too man,ain't you great, you look at life through eyes gummed up with hate, social welfare have put you on a methadone course, but that ***** just as bad,it just makes you worse, **your lifes flying by now in a haze of drugs, morphine,Oxy,blueys(Valium) anything for a buzz, Skip on a few years...shit what does it matter, days pass like mist,the gears all that matters your girlfriends screamin' ,babies long gone, for both of you the needle sings a sad sad song, look behind ya - your progress is as straight as a die, another Irish ****** ****** up your life til you die,** The smack dealers are laughin' ,Politicians don't care, you're a skinny,pale sweaty robbin' smack nightmare, you gave away your whole life for the solace of a spike, it didnt cost 4million,its cheap,it cost a life(*the Spire in Dublin cost 4 Million(at least) to ***** and is coloquially known as "The Spike"*) *who the **** can you blame?,you made your own decision, when you first creased a vein with a simple incision, infusion of the drug is all you care about now, the Dark side of the Spoon,there's no way out now* *Well every clouds got a silver linin' but these years, the only silver ya see is tinfoil for your Gear, gave your life for a buzz that passed WAY too soon, life's over now, you're on the Dark side of the Spoon* Chorusx2,fade.

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Dec 2, 2017

Dec 2, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC

rob-sandman

The Dark Side of the Spoon(a tale of Irish addiction)

Started off simple you were smokin joints with your mates, 14years old hangin around at the school gates, a juvenile delinquent,little pain in the *** a father at 15 grew up way too fast, the Irish system failed you,kicked you out at 16, moved in with your girl,a baby raised by 2 teens, no real education so crime is your path, tried your hand at a blag+ended up in pats(Irish Juvenile Detention), So whats the matter sonny? life's not like the flicks, criminals get caught,so get used to the nick, but **** it now you're 18 thinkin' you're an O.G., and when you end up in the joy(Mountjoy Prison) you say listen to me, **got your apprentices in robbin,sellin poppin off fightin, feelin like a crime titan,think you're Irelands mike tyson, do a few more blags court dates count up, another girl gets pregnant so the problems mount up** "I've seen the needle and the damage done, a Syringe in a Vein is like a loaded gun" You could get a job,but **** that work's for dopes, you spend your days dodging court dates,bangin' out dope, snortin coke with your mates,all hard as nails, while the real crims sit back and count their sales all you are is a customer,forget the smiles, there'll be another fool parted from his money in a while, your mate johno flipped out from a long coke binge, now he's sittin in the john o gods(Christian Rehab centre),shivering and cringin', That'll never be you,you got a real game plan, got a cousin who's a driver on Securicor vans, so you hire out a shotgun,on with the bally(Balaclava), hit the van in broad daylight,and run for an alley, but guess whats waiting? a Special Branch team(Armed Gardai), get the **** on the ground! is what they all just scream, now you're banged up bigtime,a 10yr stretch got your first bag of gear(Irish name for Smack) from a kid named fletch CHORUS. *"well every cloud's got a silver lining these years, the only silver you see is tin foil for your gear, you gave your life for a buzz that passed way to soon, its only now you get to see the dark side of the spoon"* well its release day,Seven years down the line, three years in remission for good behaviour time went in the Joy a teenager,comin out a man, **with a habit that's longer than a nuns,god **** went from hash and pills to a sharper doom your life's over,now you're on the dark side of the spoon** so you slip into the underworld,but no more blags, robbers don't trust junkies,and your hooked through the bag, you whine about your bad breaks,how you coulda been big, cos you're a shadow of yourself man,smack is a pig you're too busy to contemplate,its rob,rob,rob, and your arms are fulla craters,so there's still no job, you got your girl hooked too man,ain't you great, you look at life through eyes gummed up with hate, social welfare have put you on a methadone course, but that ***** just as bad,it just makes you worse, **your lifes flying by now in a haze of drugs, morphine,Oxy,blueys(Valium) anything for a buzz, Skip on a few years...shit what does it matter, days pass like mist,the gears all that matters your girlfriends screamin' ,babies long gone, for both of you the needle sings a sad sad song, look behind ya - your progress is as straight as a die, another Irish ****** ****** up your life til you die,** The smack dealers are laughin' ,Politicians don't care, you're a skinny,pale sweaty robbin' smack nightmare, you gave away your whole life for the solace of a spike, it didnt cost 4million,its cheap,it cost a life(*the Spire in Dublin cost 4 Million(at least) to ***** and is coloquially known as "The Spike"*) *who the **** can you blame?,you made your own decision, when you first creased a vein with a simple incision, infusion of the drug is all you care about now, the Dark side of the Spoon,there's no way out now* *Well every clouds got a silver linin' but these years, the only silver ya see is tinfoil for your Gear, gave your life for a buzz that passed WAY too soon, life's over now, you're on the Dark side of the Spoon* Chorusx2,fade.

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A heart lost, Battles half won, Injured souls, Lifeless bodies Pilling up... Blood shed, Watery eyes, Till all that's left, is Sobbig for the dead

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Dec 12, 2016

Dec 12, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC

tiffanyscicluna

Soldier

A heart lost, Battles half won, Injured souls, Lifeless bodies Pilling up... Blood shed, Watery eyes, Till all that's left, is Sobbig for the dead

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cloud bursts in the sky, raindrops falling from many eyes, one for one, for all one four one, fall victims voices break and tremble, though the Earth might shake and rumble, as the ground is incised, again and again, again and again... and raised caskets to the fill the skies, enough to black out the sun, but not of those children, or of their memories.

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Dec 16, 2014

Dec 16, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC

darrell-wade-elverum

In no sense

cloud bursts in the sky, raindrops falling from many eyes, one for one, for all one four one, fall victims voices break and tremble, though the Earth might shake and rumble, as the ground is incised, again and again, again and again... and raised caskets to the fill the skies, enough to black out the sun, but not of those children, or of their memories.

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