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Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: death, hate, murder,

- Haiku X 115 - London -

With weapons and blood
Killed in terrorist attacks
Oh ... My Fair Lady

Life stolen away
"London Bridge Is Broken Down"
My Crying Lady

- 04.06.2017
- Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
- Copyright © All Rights Reserved 
- - Haiku 5-7-5

- My thoughts go to the victims of the incident and their relatives

Poem Details | by Peter Dorr |
Categories: sympathy, london,

First Boston

          When we got the news we were not totally shocked

          When we got the news a marathon was a surprise

          When we got the news speculation in families came 

          When we got the news there were worries of our own 

          When we got the news with a funeral and London marathon 

          When we have relatives in Town - London - worry always there

          When we got the news we living in 'First Boston' thought of the 

          'First City' of Boston in proud Commonwealth of Massachusetts 

          We send our sympathy and urge justice in these irrational times.   



Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: death, london, love,

We Too Shall Overcome

clearly looking above the guilt
held fast like a driving rain
a soiled skin laced with sin

celebration of love     lost
in shadows of the Thames
burnt to dust in shame

hearts held as one
we too shall overcome
in body and blood lies love

Poem Details | by Judyth Vary Baker |
Categories: death, family, children, forgiveness, inspirational, life, mothersong, grave, me, song,

Poem Written at the Sussex Hotel, London,04/04/04 After Death Threats

Because I have so little time, I only hope, for what is mine-- in my blood so dark and hot is a bright and fevered spot-- O let me be, to sing again without the penalty of pain, lest I, before my time, be torn from life, and to the grave be borne-- my nostrils full of soil, my ears stopp'd by grave and ritual tears-- O let me be, lest they will tread --my children-- on their mother's head before my song for them is done, before my course on earth is run, before they learn the song I sing: that love can conquer everything.
this poem is written in the shape of a funereal urn

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: angel, animal, cute, friend, grave, london, moving on,


The waiting clap handed smashy,

sits in a dime's oval,

swallows sourly-
yet diversify's the mind,

overly enveloped miniatures-
coasting to the camels,

choreographed lightly yet so marches the mass.

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: death, heartbreak, london, loss, murder, tribute, violence,


Bells now toll in sympathy Innocent victims died and many people were wounded on the streets of London and Manchester. Please can you remember them all in your prayers *prayers counted as 1 syllable not 2 as per how many syllables New Form The Bell Contest Sponsored by John Anderson 06-04-17

Poem Details | by Desi Gall |
Categories: angst, body, crazy, dance, grave, london, surreal,


the barber’s fall,
a curtain call,
he snips and twirls
creating curls;
that close shave,
may be grave.