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Poppies
Poppies are flowers
which come in a variety of colours:
Red, black, yellow, orange,
purple: gorgeous.
I like poppies. So
does my wife, and my kids.
They’re beautiful things;
So delicate and mild.
Poppies are common here.
We lie amongst them, sometimes,
and it seems to me like
they offer respite from the fire.
My favourite used to be those
poppies, laid out on cold beds;
a symbol of remembrance
adding a touch of red.
But now I’m not so sure
anymore; the red poppies have
lost their charm. I saw a man, once, in a field of
poppies, torn in half.
Poppies have a lot of uses
actually, did you know?
Wars are fought over their seeds, the sweet
sleep-bringing opium the goal.
I fight in a war,
and am surrounded by poppies.
Their capsules full of seeds rustling gently in the wind
as bullets soar and mortars fly.
Poppies are flowers
which come in a variety of colours:
Red, black, yellow, purple;
Poppies are flowers of war.
- by The Passing of Time |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/28/2012 |
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- Title: Poppies
- Artist: The Passing of Time
- Description: A poem I wrote for a contest over in the forums. I didn't win, but I editted it a bit and I thought I'd post the new version. :)
- Date: 01/28/2012
- Tags: poppies
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