Columbine Poems - Poems about Columbine

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, then cover it black. We are all to blame for this...

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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 expensive bouquet Columbine looked and muttered yuck She definitely has "feet of...

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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 tongue; He was a welcome guest inside this beautiful garden ...

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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 Find the coolest breeze. The most fragrant nectar invites the...

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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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I went to a public school near Denver (pre-Columbine). School then felt more like home than home, and the real tests were never on paper. We were Rocky Mountain grown and no one gave a what we did at school as long as we showed up and did our best. Sometimes friendships didn’t make it out of first period but our...

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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 and watch our children die… and we thought the world would...

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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 upon your blossomed beak so sweet Butterflied, you flitter, in Eden’s...

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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 out to ease my grief, Lifted my hands to heaven, prayed...

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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 sold. Some blame it on deep discontent. Can we predict? Can we...

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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 feel it too so sad to have to hear a season cold...

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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 can create next as he can recite Satan's words by chapter...

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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 upon the floor I come face to face with the dread Of...

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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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