On Englands streets its people gather in ones twos
Threes in their thousands for this matter.' To stand and
March to celebrate the very essence that made their country great.' There will be burghers plumbers tailors and
Farmers; surveyors councillors barbers, and no harmers
Ex police and soldiers too.' Professors lecturers and maybe you? Clever and not so ( inclusion at its finest) many
British and united' soldiers may have died to achieve none the less.' Such
Sacrifice will guide them on' to teach, care; to nuture and they will be their
Finest.' They will many songs, words of hope no doubt will ring, may tomorrow be
Pleasant with great purpose at this big London gathering.!
Categories:
harmers, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
I had fallen into the stereotype trap of labeling witches.
Not realizing the Grimm Brothers were way off their britches.
Witches Creed has always been “to no living thing do harm”.
They mean no harm to animals or plants, it is part of their charm.
How did I figure it out? It is not because I am bright in any way.
But one out of these “no harmers” fell out the sky in front of me one day.
She was beautiful, dressed in pink, of all of the colors, which surprised me.
“So all witches don’t wear black?” I said, rather stupidly.
She smiled at my lack of knowledge, and introduced me to her familiar, ****.
Her spell book was actually full of homemade remedies and cures for stuff.
I was intrigued, surprised, amazed, and ready to become this witch’s friend.
She showed me how to ride on her broom too, it had a slight ordinary bend.
Categories:
harmers, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Rhyme
He could charm anyone
His words
So sweet
The sentiments
Such treats
Tasty
Divine
So fine
He was a charmer
He left behind trails
Of sugared words
That lead up to his home
Made up of candy
Ever so dandy
Enticing
Making the visitor want to take a bite
Sugarcoated delight
Cotton candy rhymes
That would melt in the mouth
But, oh, what is this?
Something spoils the bliss
In a minute or two
A taste different, new
Sweet turns to bitter
Words turn vile
And there goes the smile
Tears melt the cotton candy
Making it gritty, sandy
The truth is out
It’s a house made of doubt
He was such a charmer
But he was really a harmer
Whose candy was striped
With the blood of the hearts
Of those he’d left behind
Eileen Manassian
Disclaimer: I fully realize this is not gender specific. There are charmer/harmers on both sides.
Categories:
harmers, words,
Form: Rhyme
People just do't know there words can destroy a person..
You don't know that that person is going through at home....
But to all you self harmers and victims of bullying STAY STRONG
No matter what anyone says you're beautiful just stay true to you.
So put down the blade and take a look around
Things may not be great right now but a storm can't last forever
You are strong and I promise you will make it through all of this
Categories:
harmers, depression, self,
Form: I do not know?