Fallen Poems - Poems about Fallen

I feel like you pushed me over the edge. When I fell though, you fell with me. We fell for weeks baby. Being in your arms felt like heaven. Everything I had ever dreamed of. As I was on the bottom of our fall, Hitting the first rock was hard. I was able to take the blow. However we continued to fall. On this...

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Rain clicks with the glass An amassed pane I am the cup Running outside, Its fallen tongue — I cannot let you go Rain clicks with the glass Since you're outside the blue Clouds brought down, but I'm missing skies — ...

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outcast faith deficient falls out of heaven crashes with thunderous thud; grounded broken wings mocked by Icarus...

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Hope only seems fallen At the end of battles; After the dust settles - It reappears erelong. Hope carries a spark - An internal light - A fire for life That eschews the dark. Hope sings an anthem - Once fear is put out And despair is bound - Its song is heard again....

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Weep Africa, weep on. The battle with death is one we dare not to fight, For the call from the great beyond is outside the scope of our existence. Just as our known hero Ngugi Wa Thiong'o has fallen, Like countless unknown heroes forgotten to time, We shall all follow this path of no return one by one. Fight Africa, fight...

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One day a year to mark a sacrifice profound One day a year to visit the ground One day a year for the bugle to sound One day a year a nation’s memory is found Hardly enough for the terrible cost Hardly enough for the lives that were lost One day a year for the flags to adorn One day a year...

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Stop. Turn around. You forgot something. Take a step back. away from the edge. Come back to me. We can stay like this. On the floor of the roof. You just stay in my arms. Stop apologising. It's not your fault. It's okay, you're still here. That's what i would've said. I would've held you in my arms. If you'd only listened when i said: Take a step back. Away from...

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Disobedience is at the root of it. Deciding not to follow in God’s plan. Now concupiscence is the fruit of it. What was done made me what I am. But, behold, the Savior came, and He gave a heavenly gift. With His life and love He healed the rift… Although I’m fallen by nature By His grace I am saved. For He opened...

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"Memories buried in the wavering wash of time." I write you now with trembling hand, The ink runs like the river sand, Where once we laughed, side by side— Now silence stands where you had died. Your dog tags hang from rusted steel, A ghost’s reminder I still feel. Your voice just echoes in my chest, A joke, a shout, your final rest. We...

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The Coca-Cola lamp made a circle of light on the nightstand— (soft and amber) barely touching the horses beneath it. You lifted the needle up gently, and set it down lightly again: “Bye, bye, Miss American Pie…” We didn’t say goodbye. Not really. Not the kind that...

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Ambient breeze Caressing dead erroded figures Gently hewn impressions jest knowingly Laughing madly now only pitied Quieted remaing stagnant Tired useless vessles ° Weathered xylography Yesterday's zeitgeist...

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“The moon shines over the souls of the brave and courageous as they fellowship in the stillness of the night.” - Quote by Poet We salute the fallen, We salute the...

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#Fallen_out_of_love Yes it's true, I have left the station where our hearts first met, that garden our heart used to shower it's flowers with love, has now turned to a desert,its flowers blossoms nomore. You said I was your forever and I told my heart and soul that I was now and official citizen in your our...

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They do not march now, but they still stand-- shoulder to shoulder in quiet granite lines. Each flag breathes like a memory fluttering in the hush between heartbeats. They are not just names, not just dates-- they are echoes of last letters, mud-heavy boots, songs sung beneath a foreign sky. We walk between them, heads bowed, and feel the weight of freedom we never had to earn. This silence is not...

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Run faster—looking back will be your downfall. The screeching of the infected gains intensity. Drag the razor wire barricade across blistering concrete— scraping rusted metal, shards splintering into scorched oblivion. Enter the valley of death, shadows playing tricks on your weary mind. Searching for answers, your quest has begun. Cityscapes metamorphose into deserted deserts. Continue your path forward, while an unrepentant sandstorm takes...

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