As I stand here in the sunlight I feel so very alone I stare at the wreaths of poppies Propped up against the stone The stone that bears many local names Two...
Tag - Poetry
Poetry from Andover’s Poet Laureate and collections of work from other Andover poets.
The ones who stay behind and do not serve can never truly know what is put on the line by the soldiers who protect our way of life at their expense and fight...
Out of death comes a poppy red like blood the soldiers bled their sacrifice still shows In the red flowers that grow where they fought for our freedom. Someone...
Lying in the dirt of a no man’s zone dying and thinking of home tears trickling down my cheek a life born so strong and ending so weak I cannot...
The radio booms on speakers it’s enough to wake the dead zombies re attach their heads ghosts clammer for attention. What’s this dissenting dismal story ...
My imaginary friend or ghost of a little boy who had one eye green and one eye blue taken into special needs, not knowing why not having a clue. He asked me...
Broken windows Shattered glass Hell on earth, do you have to ask! Night time creatures come out to play moonlight fear has its way, owls howl, wolves growl...
In the whisperer of the nights breeze in the murmur of words she softly said I knew she wasn’t really dead in the movement of the trees outside, with their...
It’s a full moon tonight your clothes begin to feel tight your heart beats faster you feel like your headache’s becoming a disaster bones start to...
I am bananas in bunches I’ve been out to several lunches I am nuts coconuts and peanuts A man living alone in mud huts A few sandwiches short in my picnic (why...
