Red Poppies



And the red poppies lie withering on my casket. A day you thought you'd never see.

See I lived my life like the death of tomorrow.

Writing for my king to take my sorrow.

I breathed pale and stagnant air,
While my heart lie withering in my chest.
Pumping to the beat of helpless lies.

I seen things that other people couldn't.
Like cancer in an unborn child.
And the hare building inside an anarchist Hitler wanna-be.

I loathed the sweet words people said to me,
Trying to sway me into their hatred arms.

I caught everyone red handed

The covets of christians are unknown to me.
Unknown to you.
I claim not unto God,
but unto me.
I am counter.
I covet.

When I am gone, I'll still be with you all.
Never seeing, but still knowing.

While the red poppies lie withering on my casket.
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Submitted on July 29, 2014

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Scheme A B B XXX XXA AX X AXXAXC XX C
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 757
Words 147
Stanzas 10
Stanza Lengths 1, 1, 1, 3, 3, 2, 1, 6, 2, 1

Chante Abbott

My name is Chante' Noel Abbott. I am 20 years old and a West Virginia girl. I have been writing poetry since I was 6 years old. I have more composition books filled with words than I can honestly handle. I have a 2 year old son who keeps me going each day. What can I say, between my love for him, and these West Virginia mountains, I have enough inspiration to last a life time. <3 more…

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