by Anonymous | Nov 11, 2016 | Poetry
Sitting here with darkness wrapped around me my memories eat slowly through my soul I wonder if the light will pierce this darkness to heal the hurt and pain and make me whole I am pieces hiding in life’s broken jigsaw Those near me try to make me whole again I place...
by Stuart Burton | Nov 10, 2016 | Poetry
My poppy I wear with pride. Please don’t try and make it about politics or religion. This is why I wear with pride. Poppies are red for all the blood that is spilled on the battlefields. Poppies have green leaves to represent the grass where all the fallen are...
by Christopher Rann | Nov 10, 2016 | Poetry
A single tear rolled down his cheek, He could not breathe, he could not speak, The wind was cold, he did not mind, His comrades dead and he was blind. A hand reached out and took his own, And gently placed it on the stone, The names he felt were those he knew, And...
by Russell J Carr | Nov 8, 2016 | Poetry
My heart is weary from the grieving it has done For the sacrifices by our living and of our dead who have gone There seems to be no end to this death and misery What on earth can we mortal do to stop this tragedy The search for justice and trust in God, are the words...
by Terry Maltby | Nov 7, 2016 | Poetry
England my England is going England of my father’s has gone England of tomorrow is blowing In like a darkening storm The tide of the century is turning As it turned in centuries before But this time sadly I’m learning It is turning as never before England my England...
by Robert Carson | Nov 4, 2016 | Poetry
‘Since I joined the Army I’ve saved enclosed £2 All my belongings, at Nairn, are gifted too…’ The High Road Home the dead must take Where kith by hearth by lychgate wait. And should I, too, forfeit my life- My blood I gave for you, and...
