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Peyton Young Poem
They escape
One by one
Gathering speed
They begin to run
The last drop falls
No more inside
One silent heave
Until I die
My heart lays broken
My heads a mess
An empty shell
Is all that's left
No more tears
No more fight
No more questions
I say goodnight
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From the moment I saw you
And your big eyes blue
I loved you
From the moment you cried
And scrunched up your eyes
I loved you
From the moment you curled your fingers
And in my hand it did linger
I loved you
From the moment a step was taken
And you fell, unshaken
I loved you
From the moment preschool started
And from my care you departed
I loved you
From the moment we walked out the door
And you were barely four
I loved you
From the moment you got hit by that car
And took your little body so far
I loved you
From the moment your eyes did close
And you left me alone with my woes
I loved you
From the moment you took your first breath
And then until your death
I loved you
From the moment you did depart
And until the last beat of my heart
I loved you
From the beginning
And until the end
I will always love you
Contest:
Name: Peyton Young
Contest title: Any poem/Any form - for new poets of soup.
Date: 30th November 2013
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Nearly 100 years ago
Poppies did not grow
On the fields where we are now dead
Our bodies lay like lead
On the field where the poppies grow
Life as a soldier was ever so tough
Because one would be dead, soon enough
And if you think your life is hard
Come with us and stay on guard
On the field where the poppies grow
Smiles wiped from our face
Like a worm, frowns scramble in their place
With every thunder of the rain
Another bullet sends us into miserable pain
On the field where the poppies grow
'Cause of the misery, pain
And unnecessary strain
Life is rough
And ever so tough
On the field where the poppies grow
As the bullets did cry
Limbs did fly
Far away
To rest, not play
On the field where the poppies grow
Remember I hope
All the time we did devote
To the battle that we finally won
Where many parents lost a son
On the field where the poppies grow
Now the cross
All covered in moss
Is the only way to remember us all
Where we all did fall
On the field where the poppies grow
Buses, taxis and cars
Technology has gone far
We should have experienced this
But instead we lay in hoped eternal bliss
On the field where the poppies grow
I weep, I cry
I am not going to lie
I hoped to survive
To finally be able to smile
Not to lie on the field where the poppies grow
"do as your told!
Ignore the dreaded cold!
The you'll survive"
But why, oh why did I die?
Lying here...
On the field...
Where the poppies...
Grow
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Mummy please don't leave me here
I thought that you loved me
Mummy please wipe away my tears
You said that you would
Mummy please talk to me
I want to hear your voice once more
Mummy please tell me, why you are so bloody?
You said everything would be alright
Mummy please tell me,where did you go?
I thought we were best friends
Mummy please I still love you though
I thought you loved me too
Mummy please kiss me once again
You said you would tonight
Mummy please tell me, was it those men?
I thought they were your friends
Mummy please watch over me
You are up in heaven now, daddy says
Mummy please I miss you badly
I thought I would see you again
Mummy please just listen
I love you
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