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walking bones and fleshtalking nerves cartilagesmachinery - dark inside - yet summer warm with heart as suni wonder those with long long gunsas they fire bang see blood and brain splattered who is the god who honors what their masked lips prayed? — 08.20.2021©2021 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo by freestocks on Unsplash This… Continue reading bang: a quadrille
An Elegy For Them This poem… Is for the child Sprinting through the crimson streets Tripping over the last breaths Of her father For the mother Protecting her babies’ ears From the piercing shrieks that echo Long after the ashes settle For the thousands of eyes That look to the sky Through acid and smoke And never… Continue reading Between My Bleeding Lines’ Readers: Jade M. Wong
If grief’s a black smoke we’ll all be blind now. Killings, murders, hate are they nature’s calling? Or we’re just all fan of dying? — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 21. — The Naani is a stanzaic form found at Shadow Poetry and is most often an observation of human relations or… Continue reading Nature’s Calling: A Naani
Mourn. For all souls lost. Either shot or blown apart, either criminal or civilian, either innocent or terrorist, 'cause they’re all humans. Mourn. For all lives altered by war. Children who grow old without parents. Parents who buried their own child. Fiancee who was not able to say ‘I do’. Soldiers who were not able… Continue reading Plea to Mourn
We are the game birds. Violence are our hunters. Guns and armaments, deliver brute, bloody deaths. Men love killing each other. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. In response to Elsie of Ramblings of a Writer's Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge – Week 11 – Game Birds. If you want to join, here are the simple rules: Take… Continue reading Game Birds’ Hunters
My task is simple. Determined, I walked towards the old yellow bus that will leave before 10 a.m. I sit still. I need to focus. I have to stop thinking. Because I may have doubts. —— We finally gave our final kisses. This is not our last goodbye but I can’t stop the tears. I… Continue reading The Yellow Bus
Nefarious: A Nonet* The world is slowly dying, f-a-d-i-n-g as grief’s black smoke covers beings, billions soul d-i-e-s unwilling, caused by all and nothing, maybe humans just love killing ‘til earth ends with nothing, none. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash.com Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!) *The… Continue reading Nefarious
Thirty Seconds Thirty seconds that’s all he need to take his family away from this park. He told his wife and their little girl not to visit him today. He said his job will just take a few hours, but his hard-headed ladies didn't listen. 23...22...21... His mind’s ticking clock is now in panic mode.… Continue reading Thirty Seconds
United colourful flags dance proudly with the wind. Together they 'll fall for the coming unseen. Kaboom here! Kaboom there! We'll wipe them all clean! — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Liam Desic In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words' Three Line Tales Week Eight. If you want to join (it’s not too late and… Continue reading United
I was savoring my reading-in-bed-time last Saturday when my sister suddenly asked, “What’s with #PrayforParis?” With today’s social media prevalence, news can now reach anyone at full speed. Gone were the days when you have to wait for snail mails to know that your fourth-generation cousin is getting married. Gone were the days when today’s… Continue reading Monday Musings: Why humans kill each other?
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