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Angela Woodward Poem
The teardrops run down
And fall off her nose
She cries in dark corners
Where nobody goes
You can follow the tracks
From her eyes to her chin
Years upon years
Of letting them win
And her eyes tell a story
Of anger and pain
You think that she’s happy
But just look again
And the scars of her past
Hidden under her clothes
Are a roadmap to places
That nobody knows
Her smile is now painted
She’s a master of disguise
And you can see it all
Just look into her eyes.
Copyright © Angela Woodward | Year Posted 2020
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Angela Woodward Poem
I see row after row of sleeping soldiers
Sleeping underneath crosses as I try and keep my composure
As I look around I’m transported somewhere
Where there’s bodies scattered on the ground
The sounds of gunfire and yelling surrounds me
As I look out on the battle scene
The scent of blood is in the air
And I wish I was elsewhere
As I look out on this nightmare
All I can do is think of the lord’s prayer
And as I’m transported back to Arlington
I hear the sound of 21 shots being shot from a gun.
Copyright © Angela Woodward | Year Posted 2020
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Angela Woodward Poem
There is a place where soldiers go
And in this place, we see row after row
Of people who paid the supreme price
And for that we should remember their sacrifice
They did their duty
So, we won’t have to see the world’s cruelty
For that their life was cut short
Just so we can live in comfort
So please remember when we think of our lives
Remember all those soldiers in the afterlife.
Copyright © Angela Woodward | Year Posted 2024
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