Columbine Memorial Poetry Page 3
A Killer's Lesson
By Jerica
As the tears roll freely from my eyes
All I can think of are why's
As I watch the news on TV
I realize this could happen to me
Another school shooting to go with the rest
Another quiz and the gunmen failed the test
All the people shot and hurt
All with one bullets tiny blurt
Friends all crying
Afraid of dying
Everyone hugging
You're at my heart tugging
I've never been in your shoes
I've never seen blood in all different hues
Some innocent, some not
It still ties my stomach up in knots
Because of your tears
I feel your fears
I hope I will never be in your place
And I hope you will feel your well deserved grace
We Need God in America Today
By Cassie Germann
This shooting was a tragic thing
Not just for families and friends
but for a Nation that will forever live
with terror and fear working everywhere.
Some were not hurt by a bullet to the skin
though they were hurt within.
By a trgic school shooting at Columbine High
that happened to be another killers birthday.
This fateful day a Nation was changed
Violence and killing have become
all to common every day.
The only way to stop this mess
is to ask our Lord to bless
Our sin - filled Nation with his love.
This only proves that we must pray.
For we need God back in America today.
The Pistol-Whipped Youth of America
By Eric Bushue
I wrote this poem after thinking about all the innocent bystanders that were shot, maimed, and even killed in senseless shootings over these past years. What it all boils down to is this: We need God in America again.
"Pop,pop,pop" Shots ring in the school's hall
Gunsmoke and blood stain the walls
Sure signs the judgement of God shall fall
Screams of agony and pain fill the air
Confusion and Hate are running amuck
Innocent bystanders dying everywhere
The pistol-whipped Youth of America
Our schools are now a battleground
having to denounce God or be shot
Shoot me,let that gunshot, to God be a beautiful sound
Satan insists on taking us out before we do harm
He hasn't gotten to us yet so we push on
This IS a christian teenagers call to arms
Our youth is scared and gun totin'
This is a shame and a sign of failure
Now let's become fearless and bible quotin'
Misunderstood and crying out for attention
America's youth is looking for answers
Let Christ be there to be the intervention
What we need is alittle love and compassion
Instead of pushing us away, reach out
Let �equality and love be the fashion
The Burden
By Holly Lynne Blanchar
The Earth Shakes.
My Heart Breaks.
The Pain Aches.
Challenge Ups the Stakes.
Crying a River.
My Heart Begins to Quiver.
Pierced by a Sliver,
Ice Elicits a Shiver.
Ground, Cold as Ice,
Trapped like Frightened Mice.
Sure would be Nice
To Discover the Torturous Vice.
Too Short to Stand,
A Pretty Face, yet Bland.
So Tiny, my Hand,
SO Vast, the Land.
A Curse at the Fates
Who eagerly stand Wait
Only to Reinstate
This Burden I so Hate.
One Fateful Day
By Summer Phoenix
I wrote this poem in memory of all victims in the Columbine High School shooting. My heart goes out to the families. You will always be loved and never be forgotten.
The sun shone down that fateful day.
And you could see the sky in such a way.
That you knew the terror that would pulse through their hearts.
As manmade weapons tore their lives apart.
The day started normally. What else can I say?
But soon young students were held at bay.
Tears ran down their worried faces.
Wondering if heaven held their places.
God looked down, filled with love.
15 were taken to the world above.
Many more stayed down her.
Those will stay forever in pain, forever in fear.
Because of this.
School safety is now a lie.
And evidence of that.
Is Columbine high.
Goodbye.
You were our gift to god.
Live forever in our hearts.
A Nation's Pain
By Jessica Mortinger
Columbine is a school out west
It is considered one of the best
Attending were two very bad boys
Sporting guns they used as toys.
Creating bombs for many a day
A promise to make them all pay
Students and teachers they would slay
So they settled on Hitler's birthday.
Being sneaky like a sly fox
They snuck in bombs near the jocks
A reputation as mafia of trench coats
Blaming the jocks as their scapegoats.
German tunes and Marilyn Manson
Fueled hate while planning their fun
Going to school with a devious plot
Revenging against those they had fought.
They had a big bomb with plans to use
The suspects wanted the school to lose
As the killer's let their victims blood gush
Teachers telling their students to hush.
Fifteen were shot and left for dead
Twenty some more wounded and bled
The victims fell before all eyes
Some had fallen were again to rise.
During the memorial for those who died
With family and friends the nation cried
So many filled with sorrow and hate
Let's mend the pain it's not too late.
A Message To America
By Jennifer
How can I even begin to express
these feelings that I feel?
Who am I to say I understand?
How much more do we have to see
Before we learn to say:
"It could happen to me."
How can people just stand back
and hope it never happens here?
Sometimes, when things don't happen
personally
It's easier to pretend it's just not real.
So, I think I'm gonna cry today
I hope that I don't die today
If I do please tell my mother that I'm safe
I'm tired of hearing:
"Well if this ever happens here..."
Why don't we try not to let it happen at all
I watch the rain fall like tears from Heaven
This only goes to show us
that it doesn't matter who your friends are
It doesn't matter what you believe
You can't shelter yourself
from the outside world
and the actions of another
It's pointless to ask why
when there is no valid answer
and everything seems to be the cause
Don't try to answer anymore questions
Continue to live in fear
that each day will be a struggle
to survive
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