#marys - Hello Poetry

When my school closed, I was in 5th grade, We all stood outside with balloons. The older kids understood, The younger ones just played The principal made a speech to say How wonderful this place had been And the amazing things we'd do someday. They played a couple songs through stereo I can't remember which one's by name But the ending, I do remember just the same Each of us with a balloon, released that day. But the story you didn't know was one I've never said I untied my string, quickly, the balloon floated away. I ran to the classroom, and cut it up Thirteen pieces for thirteen classmates. Waiting for everyone to come But, wouldn't you know, no one came. I kept my piece for many years Throwing it out all but recently My meaning was left at Saint Mary's And none have heard that until today.

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Apr 8, 2019

Apr 8, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC

ryan-maroni

Saint Mary's

When my school closed, I was in 5th grade, We all stood outside with balloons. The older kids understood, The younger ones just played The principal made a speech to say How wonderful this place had been And the amazing things we'd do someday. They played a couple songs through stereo I can't remember which one's by name But the ending, I do remember just the same Each of us with a balloon, released that day. But the story you didn't know was one I've never said I untied my string, quickly, the balloon floated away. I ran to the classroom, and cut it up Thirteen pieces for thirteen classmates. Waiting for everyone to come But, wouldn't you know, no one came. I kept my piece for many years Throwing it out all but recently My meaning was left at Saint Mary's And none have heard that until today.

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Spring has once again been born. A carpet of crowning glory as the radiance peels off the old, showing through signs, as she pushes her way up, from Gods dark earth. Together with fellow co-authors, Secret of joys to congratulate myself, decades of waiting, my flower-head is worn with pride on the day of celebration of a saint born, A less traveled journey, blooming across Judaism land

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Apr 4, 2019

Apr 4, 2019 at 1:21 PM UTC

AngelXJ

@Saint David’s day

Spring has once again been born. A carpet of crowning glory as the radiance peels off the old, showing through signs, as she pushes her way up, from Gods dark earth. Together with fellow co-authors, Secret of joys to congratulate myself, decades of waiting, my flower-head is worn with pride on the day of celebration of a saint born, A less traveled journey, blooming across Judaism land

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I am secluded by the steps of a brutal mind Written in black and white numerals on ***** chalkboards Was I sleeping passed my childhood lesson? Please, wake my tired, bloodshot eyes !! They are weary from illuminated nightmares and X rated dreams The sting of the wooden rule of measure punished my hands The welted numbers tattooed on my swollen palms Ten Hail Marys are not enough to stop this atrocity The towering stoic women, dressed in black habits I do not dare look away but I did Time was broken when the rulers cracked the desk Ear deafening sounds with my frozen tears stuck in pause I looked up to the heavens to seek answers from my god Not one whisper back, I was screaming vulgarties in silence Lowering my head to my desk, I closed my eyes and counted the numerals on the ***** chalkboard

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Feb 19, 2016

Feb 19, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC

silent-screams

***** Chalkboards

I am secluded by the steps of a brutal mind Written in black and white numerals on ***** chalkboards Was I sleeping passed my childhood lesson? Please, wake my tired, bloodshot eyes !! They are weary from illuminated nightmares and X rated dreams The sting of the wooden rule of measure punished my hands The welted numbers tattooed on my swollen palms Ten Hail Marys are not enough to stop this atrocity The towering stoic women, dressed in black habits I do not dare look away but I did Time was broken when the rulers cracked the desk Ear deafening sounds with my frozen tears stuck in pause I looked up to the heavens to seek answers from my god Not one whisper back, I was screaming vulgarties in silence Lowering my head to my desk, I closed my eyes and counted the numerals on the ***** chalkboard

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