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Contributed by
JarrodLuke
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Thursday, 11th May 2006 @ 03:08:18 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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This is the house
We all know what happened here.
Yellow paint chips off smoke-stained walls
Windows shattered, railing bent.
A break in the wall
Hair strands in plaster tells the tale.
Mold grows in beige carpet next to an empty beer can
One more story in a broken home.
The weathervane rusts on the caved and cracked roof.
Blood stains on the weathered mattress.
And the closet we hid in.
We stand in this broken home.
The times we cried and the pain that followed.
Today we leave this hollow home
And never come back to uncover the hurt
That left the heart still broken.
Copyright ©
JarrodLuke
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2006-05-11 15:08:18]
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Re: Home
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by sararose1950 on
Thursday, 11th May 2006 @ 06:56:27 PM AEST
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wonderful imagery here- conjours up what took place. grest write- thank you for sharing.
Peace and Light |
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Re: Home
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by halli on
Thursday, 11th May 2006 @ 08:10:13 PM AEST
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great imagery and expressive writing
its i can see in my mind and imagine what happened. its also something that i know a little something about. great write keep it up!
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Re: Home
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 8th March 2008 @ 01:00:06 PM AEST
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| This is a great poem!! |
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