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Poem Details | by Nirode Ray |
Categories: faith, forgiveness, love,

Forgiveness, in memory of the victims of Charleston church shooting

It was an altar of prayer
but God didn't rise
evil entered the house in a noble disguise.
Bullets were strewn 
sanity was killed
bodies fell as corpses
blood did spill.
And hatred had the victory
on that grisly day, it seemed.

It was pain, agony and cry 
they felt in their mind and hearts, they were the kin
of the happy churchgoers.
"I forgive you"  those words they uttered
time and time
the evil stood in silence and just smiled.
People made a human chain
and prayed 
and it was not revenge that struck the deal
but forgiveness that prevailed.
Love had its last smile
and it triumphed at the end.

Poem Details | by Lu Loo |
Categories: death, suicide,

My Shooting Star

Lonely as a lost bird you are, dreams of lightening from afar- To say you’re sad doesn’t make it right, stepped in the ring yet lost the fight- One day you’ll be my s h o o t i n g star. The m o m e n t you step in that car, will be the last and leave a scar- You’ll be so close but out of sight... SUICIDE WINS Went for a walk stepped in a bar, watched a sad man play his guitar- With each drink your soul did excite, then l e f t and got high as a kite- Laid down became my shooting star... SUICIDE WINS Date Written: September 14, 2016

Poem Details | by Lunita blanca |
Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade, death, family, fear,

School Shooting In Texas

  Another shooting
more innocent children dead
  guns for everyone
more families left grieving
  NRA now lobbying

Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: abuse, death, murder,

shooting death in the street

fleeting moments in streets that fled the snares
even till they wink they kill sun or night

disheartening images left behind,  
unrespect youth  but outcast nothing fetched

ignorant truth doth give to discontent
need to get rid  that lords over their fears 

attend  to bridge the deep and outer self 
henceforth be the journey long and painful

to morrow plant newly sharpens love edge
war and violent hands shall nullify
mute the waste, light the way and hope for peace
that thou shalt comfort orphans left behind


Poem Details | by Lesley Brown |
Categories: angst, death, historyme, yellow,

Shooting Star

You said it was nothing,
that we would be alright, 
that it was just a symbol,
a yellow piece of cloth.

Nothing was going to happen,
Yeah. Right.
Tell this to me now,
look me in the eye.
I know you can’t.

It’s been a long time
since yellow was just a color
and our star was just a shape.
They need no excuse to be violent.
They do that all on their own.

You said it was nothing,
that we would be alright.

Well look where we are now.

This poem is written in response to a section from Elie Wiesel's Holocaust memoir Night.

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: children, death, fear, grief, mystery, parents, sorrow,


Hard to imagine
A whole ward of sick children
Young yet months or days to live
Fighting for their lives
Hoping at least a few will beat the odds

Families suffering from broken hearts
Putting up a strong front
Day to day imagining the worst
Not understanding how they will cope
Why them Why Why Why

Life and Death are all too unfair
Beautiful innocent darlings
As pure as any angel
Why them Why Why Why

Nocturnal visits as dreams from beyond
Bring comfort and the words of hope
For those whose hearts grieve
This circle of life hardly begun

posted on November 10, 2017

Poem Details | by stephen pennell |
Categories: death,

The Shooting

Death comes and knows your name and will collect
Good deeds done will not save your soul death calls
When the shot is made the gun is deaths means
This  cruel world will seem so swift yet pass
You will know that peace will last eternal
Weep not for me I’ve passed – weep for those left
My tears will fall no more but loved ones shed 
My death a crime you did not know my name 
Your life now spent and jail your final address
One shot taken and our two life's ruined.

comp entry 06/11/2016
another  shot in the dark :-) we shall see

Poem Details | by Robert Pettit |
Categories: death, murder,

Shooting in Knoxville

Here's another shooting incident we have to see: This was at a high school in Knoxville, Tennessee. There was a wounded police officer and one fatality. No known students were counted as a casualty. We have heard about shootings in the news too frequently. I wish I didn't have to write this kind of poetry. From a news story found on