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This is the poem dedicated to those innocents people who are victims of war. What might they think about the world? Read and know.
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The Blessed Hands
I see the fields of a thousand years stretched before my yes,
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I sat down among the shadows,
And drained the noise in my head.
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The humid night air
The serenity of the starry sky
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the sun shines bright on a kind warm land
casting its rays on deep cool sand
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The words we speak
Are just feelings verbalized.
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If only for a moment I would bathe in the warmth of the soothing sun
I would breathe in still calm air
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As she's laying there amongest the clouds
Mind roaring like that of a cresting waterfall
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Tear Drops Spplatter,
Eyes Full Of Pain And Sorrow.
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The hawk swooped and speeded
The hawk flew and feuded
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with ribbons of hope
worn with empowered faith
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Can you feel what they feel?
I don’t take you for a fool
by Philosopher Gabriel
44 lines, 1 comment,
on Apr 7 10:42 PM. In soceity, sad, war, peace, empathy, apathy, sympathy, thoughts, life
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The fires are gone, but yet I burn. I burn with memories of screams and smells. I burn with anger and love, I burn so hot my heart aches but the tears won’t come they are to busy trying to smother the f
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War brings only silent peace.
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This was written after I watched the movie "Beyond the Gates" about violenc in Rwanda.
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Flying feathered wings
aloft in blue skies sings
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When you’re Oklahoma bound
Please keep yourself safe and sound
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peace from a four-year-old's perspective
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It was I suppose
at night of course
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And in this place I watch the sky contained within a magic eye
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When we let go of pain
we have the inner peace.
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Warm spring rains,
water lilies awash
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As we embrace the fight and live our last day;
I’m writing “I love you” in flower beds of decay.
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