faithmairee
Poem Published
1st Oct 2020 6:20am
1st Oct 2020 6:20am
The Meaning Of Love
She asked, Mama
What does it mean to love?
Her mama replied that
to love is to sacrifice.
Then she asked is that
why Daddy died?
It was a bullet in
his head her mamma said
He's dead and he never
should have died
That night she
cried and cried
for all the pain
and loneliness
she felt inside
She loved her daddy
he was an Army man
Now he was gone
leaving her all alone
he died for the love
of his counntry
in a war no one
would ever understand
he was a hero
that's what...
What does it mean to love?
Her mama replied that
to love is to sacrifice.
Then she asked is that
why Daddy died?
It was a bullet in
his head her mamma said
He's dead and he never
should have died
That night she
cried and cried
for all the pain
and loneliness
she felt inside
She loved her daddy
he was an Army man
Now he was gone
leaving her all alone
he died for the love
of his counntry
in a war no one
would ever understand
he was a hero
that's what...
#loneliness
#war
#death
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11 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
1st Oct 2020 6:20am
1st Oct 2020 6:20am
The Meaning Of Love
She asked, Mama
What does it mean to love?
Her mama replied that
to love is to sacrifice.
Then she asked is that
why Daddy died?
It was a bullet in
his head her mamma said
He's dead and he never
should have died
That night she
cried and cried
for all the pain
and loneliness
she felt inside
She loved her daddy
he was an Army man
Now he was gone
leaving her all alone
he died for the love
of his counntry
in a war no one
would ever understand
he was a hero
that's what...
What does it mean to love?
Her mama replied that
to love is to sacrifice.
Then she asked is that
why Daddy died?
It was a bullet in
his head her mamma said
He's dead and he never
should have died
That night she
cried and cried
for all the pain
and loneliness
she felt inside
She loved her daddy
he was an Army man
Now he was gone
leaving her all alone
he died for the love
of his counntry
in a war no one
would ever understand
he was a hero
that's what...
#loneliness
#war
#death
315 reads
11 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
1st Oct 2020 6:20am
1st Oct 2020 6:20am
The Meaning Of Love
She asked, Mama
What does it mean to love?
Her mama replied that
to love is to sacrifice.
Then she asked is that
why Daddy died?
It was a bullet in
his head her mamma said
He's dead and he never
should have died
That night she
cried and cried
for all the pain
and loneliness
she felt inside
She loved her daddy
he was an Army man
Now he was gone
leaving her all alone
he died for the love
of his counntry
in a war no one
would ever understand
he was a hero
that's what...
What does it mean to love?
Her mama replied that
to love is to sacrifice.
Then she asked is that
why Daddy died?
It was a bullet in
his head her mamma said
He's dead and he never
should have died
That night she
cried and cried
for all the pain
and loneliness
she felt inside
She loved her daddy
he was an Army man
Now he was gone
leaving her all alone
he died for the love
of his counntry
in a war no one
would ever understand
he was a hero
that's what...
#loneliness
#war
#death
315 reads
11 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
17th Jun 2023 10:51pm
17th Jun 2023 10:51pm
Fields Of Echoes
So says the twilight frame of my mind
mystic memories through shadows
and silhouettes over fields of echoes
in the antebellum's age of vines
scribbled on death's porcelain vellum
as I lay dying at Antietam
mystic memories through shadows
and silhouettes over fields of echoes
in the antebellum's age of vines
scribbled on death's porcelain vellum
as I lay dying at Antietam
#war
#death
#spiritual
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adagio
Poem Published
17th Jun 2023 10:51pm
17th Jun 2023 10:51pm
Fields Of Echoes
So says the twilight frame of my mind
mystic memories through shadows
and silhouettes over fields of echoes
in the antebellum's age of vines
scribbled on death's porcelain vellum
as I lay dying at Antietam
mystic memories through shadows
and silhouettes over fields of echoes
in the antebellum's age of vines
scribbled on death's porcelain vellum
as I lay dying at Antietam
#war
#death
#spiritual
130 reads
0 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
17th Jun 2023 10:51pm
17th Jun 2023 10:51pm
Fields Of Echoes
So says the twilight frame of my mind
mystic memories through shadows
and silhouettes over fields of echoes
in the antebellum's age of vines
scribbled on death's porcelain vellum
as I lay dying at Antietam
mystic memories through shadows
and silhouettes over fields of echoes
in the antebellum's age of vines
scribbled on death's porcelain vellum
as I lay dying at Antietam
#war
#death
#spiritual
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0 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
16th Oct 2023 9:41am
16th Oct 2023 9:41am
Direct Hit
We stood by the crater
where the missile had landed
Smoke still rose from the rubble
and the eerie silence between sirens
felt as thick as the dust in our throats
And just when we thought
no living thing
could survive such madness
the faintest of cries offered hope
We were frantic then
bare hands
tearing a path to life
A baby boy saved
rescued to grow up
orphaned and alone
the birth of hatred
hard wired in his soul
where the missile had landed
Smoke still rose from the rubble
and the eerie silence between sirens
felt as thick as the dust in our throats
And just when we thought
no living thing
could survive such madness
the faintest of cries offered hope
We were frantic then
bare hands
tearing a path to life
A baby boy saved
rescued to grow up
orphaned and alone
the birth of hatred
hard wired in his soul
#hate
#war
#despair
97 reads
2 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
16th Oct 2023 9:41am
16th Oct 2023 9:41am
Direct Hit
We stood by the crater
where the missile had landed
Smoke still rose from the rubble
and the eerie silence between sirens
felt as thick as the dust in our throats
And just when we thought
no living thing
could survive such madness
the faintest of cries offered hope
We were frantic then
bare hands
tearing a path to life
A baby boy saved
rescued to grow up
orphaned and alone
the birth of hatred
hard wired in his soul
where the missile had landed
Smoke still rose from the rubble
and the eerie silence between sirens
felt as thick as the dust in our throats
And just when we thought
no living thing
could survive such madness
the faintest of cries offered hope
We were frantic then
bare hands
tearing a path to life
A baby boy saved
rescued to grow up
orphaned and alone
the birth of hatred
hard wired in his soul
#hate
#war
#despair
97 reads
2 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
16th Oct 2023 9:41am
16th Oct 2023 9:41am
Direct Hit
We stood by the crater
where the missile had landed
Smoke still rose from the rubble
and the eerie silence between sirens
felt as thick as the dust in our throats
And just when we thought
no living thing
could survive such madness
the faintest of cries offered hope
We were frantic then
bare hands
tearing a path to life
A baby boy saved
rescued to grow up
orphaned and alone
the birth of hatred
hard wired in his soul
where the missile had landed
Smoke still rose from the rubble
and the eerie silence between sirens
felt as thick as the dust in our throats
And just when we thought
no living thing
could survive such madness
the faintest of cries offered hope
We were frantic then
bare hands
tearing a path to life
A baby boy saved
rescued to grow up
orphaned and alone
the birth of hatred
hard wired in his soul
#hate
#war
#despair
97 reads
2 Comments
BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 2:38pm
3rd Nov 2023 2:38pm
Cannonballs
A dark wind has come upon us
tears us apart from limb to limb
up on the mountain they look down
as my neighbor slits the throat of my friend
someone seemed to have pulled the thread
everything unraveled
up from the bottom to catch a breath
for the amusement of those who lit the fuse
behind the bricks lays the gold
pull up your boot straps and come get it
wealth and the greed we need to be worthy
loyalty to a ring
saw a picture of a girl somebody slaughtered
on the banks of the water...
tears us apart from limb to limb
up on the mountain they look down
as my neighbor slits the throat of my friend
someone seemed to have pulled the thread
everything unraveled
up from the bottom to catch a breath
for the amusement of those who lit the fuse
behind the bricks lays the gold
pull up your boot straps and come get it
wealth and the greed we need to be worthy
loyalty to a ring
saw a picture of a girl somebody slaughtered
on the banks of the water...
#corruption
#war
#tragedy
#greed
#poverty
63 reads
4 Comments
BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 2:38pm
3rd Nov 2023 2:38pm
Cannonballs
A dark wind has come upon us
tears us apart from limb to limb
up on the mountain they look down
as my neighbor slits the throat of my friend
someone seemed to have pulled the thread
everything unraveled
up from the bottom to catch a breath
for the amusement of those who lit the fuse
behind the bricks lays the gold
pull up your boot straps and come get it
wealth and the greed we need to be worthy
loyalty to a ring
saw a picture of a girl somebody slaughtered
on the banks of the water...
tears us apart from limb to limb
up on the mountain they look down
as my neighbor slits the throat of my friend
someone seemed to have pulled the thread
everything unraveled
up from the bottom to catch a breath
for the amusement of those who lit the fuse
behind the bricks lays the gold
pull up your boot straps and come get it
wealth and the greed we need to be worthy
loyalty to a ring
saw a picture of a girl somebody slaughtered
on the banks of the water...
#corruption
#war
#tragedy
#greed
#poverty
63 reads
4 Comments
BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 2:38pm
3rd Nov 2023 2:38pm
Cannonballs
A dark wind has come upon us
tears us apart from limb to limb
up on the mountain they look down
as my neighbor slits the throat of my friend
someone seemed to have pulled the thread
everything unraveled
up from the bottom to catch a breath
for the amusement of those who lit the fuse
behind the bricks lays the gold
pull up your boot straps and come get it
wealth and the greed we need to be worthy
loyalty to a ring
saw a picture of a girl somebody slaughtered
on the banks of the water...
tears us apart from limb to limb
up on the mountain they look down
as my neighbor slits the throat of my friend
someone seemed to have pulled the thread
everything unraveled
up from the bottom to catch a breath
for the amusement of those who lit the fuse
behind the bricks lays the gold
pull up your boot straps and come get it
wealth and the greed we need to be worthy
loyalty to a ring
saw a picture of a girl somebody slaughtered
on the banks of the water...
#corruption
#war
#tragedy
#greed
#poverty
63 reads
4 Comments
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