Christchurch Poems - Poems about Christchurch

My gaze lowers building to the ground Multilayers empty landscapes, graffiti, murals. Past buildings merge into present car parks. I currently buy my daughters shoes here in this empty section. We eat here at this lovely restaurant, this fenced off parking rubble. I breakdown and cry outside the WINZ building after inhumane dysfunctional treatment. At least that building...

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We don't know the names of the dead. Our friends that are missing We hope have fled. We're far away from our quaky home With internet, email and skype to roam Grateful now for each voice we hear For each life we hold so dear. We don't know when we go home whether we will find a place to roam that vaguely resembles what we used...

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The death of three sisters Three sisters sadly fell. At different times they died, though in them countless millions stood and worshipped side by side. Though none of good will wished them ill yet evil still was found and spirey towers once touching skies came crashing to the ground. Fallen, fallen were their stones, found fallen was...

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I gift to you this world my child Alas its’ troubles I can’t tame Others efforts I have reviled On judgement day I’ll face the same. I’ve seen the mosque where people weep At times Christs’ church rocked to the core and God’s chosen placed in trenches deep Watched peace and love hijacked for war. Cowards choose to say they’ve failed So do...

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I feel translucent a man of marble skin as if dreaming my motions every step a tread in water each reach of my hand a ghost grip touches but nothing holds and yet I clutch these stones and iron spear barricades as a sea-snail would the bedrock for this is my folly to hug close the...

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I feel translucent a man of marble skin as if dreaming my motions every step a tread in water each reach of my hand a ghost grip touches but nothing holds and yet I clutch these stones and iron spear barricades as a sea-snail would the bedrock for this is my folly to hug close the...

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