#thisisengland - Hello Poetry

The flag hangs in the window, only three corners tacked down - Forlornly it droops, its patriotism stooped – As the red and white stare out at the world, wearing a frown. The ivy smacks of Eden, a paradise in a cage - Entangled in the wire fence, snaking exotic and dense – Coiling its way past the bouquet, an epitaph to a grieving mothers rage Warriors of the Empire, heads bent low to the driving rain - The fight ****** their defiance bucked – Sheep bleating in time, soldiers marching in line, to the shepherds refrain

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Jul 23, 2014

Jul 23, 2014 at 6:19 AM UTC

further

This is England

The flag hangs in the window, only three corners tacked down - Forlornly it droops, its patriotism stooped – As the red and white stare out at the world, wearing a frown. The ivy smacks of Eden, a paradise in a cage - Entangled in the wire fence, snaking exotic and dense – Coiling its way past the bouquet, an epitaph to a grieving mothers rage Warriors of the Empire, heads bent low to the driving rain - The fight ****** their defiance bucked – Sheep bleating in time, soldiers marching in line, to the shepherds refrain

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Sunday morning sluggish streets blink and whisper to themselves that there was sun, yesterday the jagged methadone of a bad night’s sleep giving all the weight none of the peace technicolour memories seem to be made false by this overcast sky so happiness lies in the old days a cigarette and a cup of coffee would smooth edges, in the good old days

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Sep 19, 2021

Sep 19, 2021 at 6:09 AM UTC

drunkenkind

Streetfighter

Sunday morning sluggish streets blink and whisper to themselves that there was sun, yesterday the jagged methadone of a bad night’s sleep giving all the weight none of the peace technicolour memories seem to be made false by this overcast sky so happiness lies in the old days a cigarette and a cup of coffee would smooth edges, in the good old days

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Sitting on a train waiting, Looking at all the beautiful people Surrounding me with their naivety Ignorantly bypassing the sunset The way the trees frame the clouds The last glimmer of light fading Landing at a girls face Wrapped in her blanket crying Pretending not to notice the stares Trying to believe somebody cares Head in her hands listening to music Imagining worlds in which she exists As more than just another girl on a train, trying to find her way home.

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Jan 1, 2015

Jan 1, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC

G-M

Home

Sitting on a train waiting, Looking at all the beautiful people Surrounding me with their naivety Ignorantly bypassing the sunset The way the trees frame the clouds The last glimmer of light fading Landing at a girls face Wrapped in her blanket crying Pretending not to notice the stares Trying to believe somebody cares Head in her hands listening to music Imagining worlds in which she exists As more than just another girl on a train, trying to find her way home.

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