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I drew the blinds
and buried you deep where the skeletons dance.
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Translation of Rhyfel (War) by Hedd Wyn (13 January 1887 – 31 July 1917 killed in action in Belgium)
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It is great to remember our heroes Who laid down their lives for us to live
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In Flanders fields red poppies grow.
I’ve read somewhere that this is so
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I could not find the right words to say how your smile brightened my everyday.
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Sing one more time my daughter’s song...
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Past memories dark and bright Evil past locked up tight
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A beautiful field of blood red poppies Many thousands of young, bright blooms
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You were a star that shined all too briefly
You were living your life
by alesha986
12 lines, 19 comments,
on May 3 2:48 PM. In Sad, Pain, Loss, Love, Death, Remembrance, Hope, Life, Sympathy, Memories
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for one truly special soul.
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Weary souls may pass tonight – their figures held with pride Their banners raised and flying proud – tribute to days gone by
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Sifting through your pages
And pages of poetry.
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A mournful bugle sounds its notes - Last Post -
recalling men and women lost in war,
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In loving memory of my dear gran 2nd November 1989
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A Distant Shade, Of Tears & Sorrow,
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Through the dusted pages
Of the album of Kodak moments
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passages of destiny
begin this year
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The heart lights up
the inside views
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This Easter would be different.
Last year it was dyed chicks,
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Friends and strangers
who were prepared to make
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Saicon
(In the Annamese tonal dialect of Southern Vietnam, the former capital,
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In the memories of the lost lives
We can keep their spirits alive
by kazzy563
18 lines,
on Jan 8 3:16 PM 2008. In hope, love, life, sad, Pain, Personal, Spiritual, Thoughts, Society, Remembrance
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~Cherish the rose anticipate the thorns
Perish merely the clay; the banquet – set~
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I watched them play yesterday
on the beaches of Normandy;
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The red poppy is a symbol,
In memory of the dead.
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Just two minutes every year
To stand in silence, shed a tear
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Let's pause for a moment
Shall we-
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marooned
in the maelstrom of solitude
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It's a little late, but a poem about 9/11 footage we watched in history class.
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My memories will never be forgotten
On a tragic day that made our lives so rotten
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RIP CRAIG ALLEN ATKINSON
Words will never express the twisted pain
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We were no longer the kids that had known nothing
Because we had expeiranced life
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Cool home a pond besides it. / My head floats on the water / With thousand other known faces; / -Meet many people, let go / Expressions of formality. / It moves along with the dial, / Leaving behind frequent expre
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Somehow I find myself in the middle of a war that I didn’t agree to fight. / I find my self in a whirl wind of confusion that I don’t want / I only wish to feel the childish day / And the days of long play /
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