Best Columbine Poems

That tragic day the school bells tolled
in April nineteen ninety-nine:
the massacre at Columbine,
the rage of Harris and Klebold.

Some say that Harris was a cold
and grandiose young psychopath,
who wished to show the world his wrath:
the rage of Harris and Klebold.

Some say that guns should not be...

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FROM COLUMBINE TO COLORADO

So he gazes at his arsenal with stars in his eyes
as his neighbors see not through his disguise
he lives and breaths all alone
and he has a collection of bloody clothes and bullet ridden bone

he thinks, he ponders and wonders what havoc he...

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( FIFTEEN CROSSES )

I had a dream I was kneeling, at fifteen crosses on the hill
Not a whisper from the trees, everything was still,
I felt a sadness in my heart, an empty kind of pain,
Fifteen souls had gone away, only memories remained.
I tried to cry...

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Happy Anniversary?  
Annual "remembrance" and contemplation...
Why the highlights of these low times?
Absent minded ,heartless hate crimes
  debased insane lost children wielding weapons
 
Lets spike the ratings...point lenses at this loss
cover the whole like bitter unfeeling frost
Compassionate~~ is how they come across..
yet the exposure...

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i express my utmost apologies 
to whom it may concern
but the families it took its toll 
on felt a stinging burn

a world where children cross each other 
in combat men still fear
Connecticut is not my brother
but still this is a year

to express our loss 
we...

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With his long narrow beak he drank
drawing out nectar from a flower 
it was an Eastern Red Columbine,  
an Aquilegia wild desire ...

Nature was singing a sweet refrain 
sending sunshine to my visitor 
with wings spread he extracted,  
using a tubular beak and...

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SONGBIRD COLUMBINE, OH MY

Riveting in a garden retreat, a blast
of colorful wings, these petals that sing
on a perch of the sun with a flowery cast
— a chorus line of bluebirds late Spring.

Songbird Columbine, oh my what a tweet.
You embellish my rock garden with love.
I gaze...

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What is there to gain?
Why do I exist?
What's the plan?
My question is...
...What's my greatness?

What should I sustain,
The bruise of healing rain or pain?
What's the plot,
To all of this?
What's my greatness?



Revelation 5:12...

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It was April 20th of 99
That’s when they would commit their crime
The boys had entered the school that day
Ready to kill anyone who got in their way
Thirteen people lost their life
Then they took theirs without strife....

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It was 20 years ago…the year was 1999
and we thought the world would change….after Columbine

We hoped something would be done
after children were gunned down with their books
We thought the world would change…
and then came Sandy Hook

And we hoped something would be done
we can’t sit back...

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It is not the young men
Distard and disconnect
The chronicler's memory dissect
But some more corporate
And deeper in the grain
As roots of more coming pain.

Cutting through debris
Of postmortem reactions
To hear the high pitch tremors
Of blood chilling screams
Splashing from hopeless lungs
Into spatters of blood
Collecting in the gruesome caricatures
Littered...

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eggshells crack ~ hummingbird trills awaken columbine sprouts...

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From ground zero, the shocking ripples reverberate!
From the heart of a nation, the cry still goes out,
And continues on with unabated tears.
The healing begins with mournful sobs and angry shouts.

Who is to blame for this heinous sin?
Who can stop the swelling pain?
Look in the mirror,...

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Harlequin is moody and sad
Columbine is acting crazy again
His behaviour was extremely bad
Readily accepting part of the blame.

Difficult Columbine plays hard to get
She's furious with his mad antics
Plotting revenge to make him regret
Before long she will have him frantic.

Harlequin decided he would make-up
He bought an...

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Columbine in the mountains are the palest of blues; 
Ours are more intense. 
Gentle born ahigh and free 
Tougher raised from within a fence. 

Blooms match the hue of and reach for the sky,
Elsewhere its polluted, they're more likely to die. 

By the highest mountain...

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