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HeroesA Poem by ORBLEWith remembrance day coming up tomorrow, I thought I would write a poem about the war. |
Remembrance day NovemberA Poem by EikenThis was written for my Great Grandfather who died in the Somme in 1916. It affected my grandmother's life hugely so his death and his blood has bled .. |
The gone daysA Poem by Dixie JonesWar |
The Poppy PathA Poem by JennaMaking Life Decisions |
Beside YouA Chapter by OfDeathandLoveA boy and a girl walked alone on a small path that twisted through a meadow. The girl was a beautiful flower, her hair the same brilliant red as th.. |
OpiumA Poem by DaturaBlossomsA haiku from today. |
"Opium Skies"A Poem by Armand D.Opium, skies, narcotic, hallucinogen, psychedelic, poppies, trip, morphine, heroin, opiate, soma |
Forever YoungA Poem by Mike DaviesAn alternative view on remembrance day, all pointing to a Saturnalian occult ritual. Eyes open, people. |
A Remembrance Day PoemA Poem by GeorgiaIn the time happiness flooded the landThe shores were filled with only sandThen a day came when war broke outSomething the people knew nothing aboutTh.. |
Hallelujah, you bore me...A Poem by Frieda Pyou bore me,stop shuffling that stuffexhaling smoky vaporssteamy delicacies bitemoonlit zephyrs are a farcebutterflies altogether expiredenvy and loat.. |
Forever in My HeartA Poem by MsJewel~ heartprint ~ |
Remembrance PoemA Poem by Emily CollinsSince It's remembrance Sunday today, and its also the 100th anniversary, I thought I'd write a poem |
Prayer of an Innocent ChildA Poem by Riley JustineThe homely ravages of war |
Tell Them, Lover: A ShantyA Poem by AnnaI sat one Winter's day upon the cliffs of home,the sea before me bluer than my lover's teary eyes.The bitter gale tugged at my coat like a screaming c.. |
AnxietyA Poem by Emily MurmanAnxiety poppies like blood on tissue sticking sweetly to dark dust in a bedroom corner remind me. Listen wet roots stretch deep i.. |
Chapter (18) PAPER POPPIESA Chapter by MAD ENGLISHMANPAPER POPPIES Simple paper poppies pinned on coats of red and grey. In silent footsteps they march in lines to pray and give thanks. I.. |
RemembranceA Poem by Matt BArmistice day, what happened then and our hope now |