He’s at home in his bed,
His wife at his side.
But he finds himself in battle,
As he opens his eyes.
The enemy is upon them,
His friends are all dying.
So he fights with all he has,
While his insides are crying.
There! Don’t you see?!
An enemy to his side!
So he raises his gun,
And he shoots the damn guy!
A scream pulls him back,
And he sees what he’s done.
He’s back in his kitchen,
Where he just shot his own son.
A/N: If interested then the following link is to a website where you can make a donation to help soldiers dealing with PTSD:
Isn’t it funny;
How you are both my biggest pride,
And my darkest secret?
A/N: Tried my hands at micro poetry (inspired by Sarah Doughty) and it turned out about twice as long as planned. Oh, well 🙂 Let me know what you think
With a desire
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A/N: Another Sarah Doughty poem – do you guys agree with it or not? 🙂
If you dare
© Sarah Doughty
A/N: Wednesday poem by Sarah Doughty. In my mind, it’s the story of a tough break-up. What do you guys think? 🙂
I was born in limbo,
a purgatory of
but over time,
it into paradise.
© Sarah Doughty
A/N: Another beautiful micro-poem by Sarah Doughty
Today is not
to give up.
(Things I tell
A/N: A poem consisting of an eight-year-old boy’s letter to Santa.
Dear Santa, I’ve been real good this year, so please send me what I wish for as a gift,
Please dear Santa, don’t send me coal, for I’m not on the Naughty List!
I’ve been brushing my teeth twice a day, and eaten no stolen sweets.
And I’ve been a brave boy, Santa, for it is only twice that I this year have wetted my sheets.
I asked mom to turn the night lamp off, and so I lie there alone in the dark.
But I’m a brave boy now, so worry not, last week I even stood up for Mark!
He’s been teased, and he’s been pushed, and this time I said no more!
And Mark and I are best friends now, of this we together swore.
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A/N: So yet another poem for you guys! Enjoy!
Eighty Days ain’t enough, so I travel with drinks,
A new one for every country I go.
In Eighty Days you might see quite a few things,
But the world offers far more than you know.
Sure we can see aplenty, perhaps even reasoned enough.
But the world is far more than merely a lot.
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