Best Losshome Poems
911 poem
I see flames and smoke
Terrorists thinking it a big joke
Sounds of eplosions in the air
Screams and cries are everywhere
Little children dying
At home the parents are crying
Sounds of sirens ring to my ears
The looks on peoples faces is fear
People jumping from buildings
Thinking there going to have a chance to live
Smoke is burning there eyes
hearing loud cries and sounds of breaking thighs
the smell of corps and the look of it,
you pray to god you dont have to go throught the pain and fear they went through
people sitting at home watching this tradgity
watching the deaths of other peoples families
you think your life is perfect until oneday
it all goes up in flames
by mandy parsons
Form:
Heroes come in all ages and size
They are of a common thread
A heart of gold rules their essence
Showing love beyond expectation
For others, they will run the extra mile
No matter the need or cause
My hero's name was, Brian
No superman or batman was he
Just a big brother who championed life
With much wisdom for a boy of fourteen
Some claimed that Brian was an “old soul”
With talents beyond his years
From repairing broken wings and things
To his genuine commitment to caring
For siblings and friends alike
He rescued many friends from trouble
When adults could not be found
Amazing bravery and humility
Would shine through many times
His math skills were quite impressive
We marveled at the tree house he built
Where we enjoyed his storytelling and jokes
The perfect child, Brian never got a scolding
One day I escaped an uncle’s wrath
Carried to safety upon his shoulders
Walking for miles to a neighbor’s home
I admit, at six I was not always sweet
After he had made sure I would be fine
He returned home to await our parents
Assuming they'd be home by then
Sadly mistaken, Brian took the punishment for me
That unforgetable year, God called Brian home
~*~
©01/11/11
'Twas a cold wintry day
the road was frozen white and gleamin'
a pale sun stood over the clouds
watching them float lazily by
in the corner of a street
on a flat stone, so to speak
sat an old man, bearded and bare
he is the sailor with the one-eyed look
Sat as straight as a ramrod, did he,
back to the blizzard, now astride
with fingers so numb, eyes dim to see
getting a ha'penny from a passer-by
tramps and urchins flocked at he,
told them stories of the seas, he did
with arms a'waving like sails, you see
a gleam of joy in his eyes show'd
For he'd been to the wars
sailing on the ships of Her Majesty
seen it all, he's did, and lived,
came back home to muffins and tea
t'was on the seas he lost an eye
plucked out in an enemy fight
wounded and left behind to die
but didn't, and now home and dry
Retired from Her Majesty's service, he'd
now homeless, helpless, this once proud sailor
left with neither coin, nor a roof over his head
forced to the slums, living out of the gutter
t'was a piteous sight to behold, fie it!
would'a loved to chomp on choicy bit
displayed in the streets like in mama's kitchen
but not for his palate, just to be seen
Then it came, one bright sunny day
oh, what a bliss from snow and hail
tramps and children, out to play
free from the fear of icy pain
but alas! no sign of the sailor
save a snowy effigy, and on it his comb
for while snow lasted, the snow tailor'd
a snowy covering on him; it was his tomb!
A RECALL
On that vale of thorn
Abreast we ambled.
Un-frazzled, to the hawthorn
We held.
Though a twinge we felt the
Haw we sought, and heyday we
Dreamed of.
Out of vague future luminous dreams
We hewed.
Though nadir soared, and hope in the
Depth of sea of dark fate brawled to emerge,
But with verve cocooned in glaring dreams,
Firmly on the path to heyday by grass of murk
Overgrown we trod.
On the base of that
Mount of haze for light
We groped.
Undaunted by the baleful eyes of
Haze, stoic steps we made, isle of heyday
Bound un-petrified.
Though by gale of futility like a chaff buffeted,
And sullenness our dreams enshrouded, but
The shadow of vagueness to mettle must falter,
For a bright dawn it heralds when the night
Dour becomes.
On an oasis,
In solitary now I walk,
Under a leafy bough, in
Sobriety now I sit mount of haze
Now humbled, gale of futility now serene
And the isle of heyday now my haven.
But mortality,
My mirth with it’s ravenous
Canine impaired, and everyday as the
Sun rises for a glimpse of your face in
Solitariness I yearn.
But in delusion I bask, for gone, gone
Eternally you are and your apparition in
My psyche etched, only left for my
Companion to be.
But home truth
I must not evade,
Home time for you it was,
For home sick you said you were
Held in the paw of death, torn by the
Lethal canine of death, in the gizzard of
Death you eroded.
From dust you came.
To dust you returned.
For you, in deluge of tears I swim.
Goodbye, sweet companion.