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Suhayl Schroeder Poem
The Tears Have Been Cried
The Banners Have Been Raised
As the thousands of Children Died
The Killers were praised
For the righteous few
Screamed for an end
While those on the pulpit fought those on the pew
But the pain would cleanse
Forgotten is empathy
It is a pity
For us to be empty
And look away to feel less ty
The words we say for ourselves and others
Would quench our thirst
But not the grieving mother
And not for those who wish they had died first
For the tears have been cried
And a solidarity call has been virtue signaled
But our meaningless pride
Will not fix those who have been mangled
By the disinformation
And the weapons of genocide
But this is our station
And the tears that I cried
Copyright © Suhayl Schroeder | Year Posted 2025
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Suhayl Schroeder Poem
This box sits on the windowsill
And few stop to open it
And look inside at the trinkets
That I placed so very neatly
My box sits waiting
But those who pass see no value inside of it
And the ones who open it take the brightest baublez
And leave dried leaves in their place
Our box was closed
Only opening for the very best memories
But then I see I am the one opening it
Not that traveler that promised me more
What box is this?
That hurts me
And has scratches
And hurts itself
But I'm still leaving it out hoping a wind of change blows
And I hope you
Kind and warm passerby
Will help me open it once more
Copyright © Suhayl Schroeder | Year Posted 2025
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Suhayl Schroeder Poem
When I'm 206 and it's been
A month since she left
I look forward to the question
"What did you love best?"
"Her eyes" I'll reply
Beaming with joy
"Those eyes which
Could go from stern straight to coy"
They're brown
Ordinary to most
But none know them like I
My greatest boast
For through her eyes
She saw me
In delight, and sorrows,
In despair, and giddy glee
They saw our children
And victories and defeats
They saw us toil,
Break and beat
Back the seasons
That turned faster and hoped they'd stop
Only to discover
That when you count, you've got quiet a lot
So, in 175 years from now
When they are closed
My heart will still skip a beat
Thinking of those eyes I chose
Copyright © Suhayl Schroeder | Year Posted 2026
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Suhayl Schroeder Poem
Dear Adam,
Although adults can get sad and upset
Always know
Your smile makes us smile
Your pleasant glow
You've known your alphabet
Since you were little
You love running and jumping
And tea from the kettle
You know all the dinosaurs
From the herbivores to the ones of who eat meat
And your favourite is the T-Rex
Who sits on the king's seat
So what makes you special,
My amazing boy?
It's just you
My greatest joy
Love,
Daddy
Copyright © Suhayl Schroeder | Year Posted 2026
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