Poem -
Rustic Flowers
Rustic flowers on beggarβs grave
A gift for one I could not save
Mortality held in palm of hand
Slips past like bullet brand
Grim twas assassinβs name
Unfortunate tis a lifeless claim
Self-imposed a fixed paradox
Un-ornate tis a humble box
Etched on a steely tombstone,
βThwarted by self-dethroneβ
Idle tis a mournful impart
No pardon mends a war-torn heart
Unheard a soldierβs beseech
For peace, he could not breach
On lips contemptuously said
It'd be best if I were dead
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Comments
A very sad powerful write Lisa. Enjoyed.
- SydΒ
Just reading sad news and feeling a little blue. I wish I could do my part I do so little with my words I wish how I wish I could mend a soldiers heart. thank you Syd for commenting.
I can see this poem is very personal to you. You inspire many people with your words. If only poetry could solve all of life's troubles then the world would be a better place.
Take care - SydΒ
Thank you kindly Syd. I have these days occasionally It will be better tomorrow
Very sad and powerful, well written!!
thank you much Simon
Very, very moving Lisa. Pinned.
Nigel
Thank you kindly Nigel. I was just reading about how many soldiers commit suicide after they return. It is so disheartening. and thanks for the pin
I donβt believe for a second mine was as good. This is an amazing poem that literally radiates emotion. I love it!
Thank you kindly Hazel it is a matter of opinion lol I adore your pen
Again, your amazing talents tug at our heart! Pinned! So sad... love, Happy Jack XOX
Thank you so much Jack....Your lovely comment brightened my day and thanks for the pin