Columbine Memorial Poetry Page 4
From the Faces of the Dead
By Bill McCullough
As I was looking at the faces of the 13 victims, I was inspired to write a poem. I believe it was from God.
Why did I have to die?
What did I do?
I only went to school
Still so very young
My life's song still unsung
So close to summer's fun.
Why did I have to die?
My dreams now fall to waste
Grief on my parents' face
My life cut short by fate
By two with evil and hate.
Why did I have to die?
Eric and Dylan, I ask
What motivated your hateful task?
Did I hurt you in some way
To bring about this horrible day.
Why did I have to die?
If I could I'd like to say
Mom and dad, I'll miss you
And I love you in every way.
Colorado Shooting
By Sarah Mellnik
Teenagers don't deserve to die this way.
Especially when they did nothing wrong.
Teenagers don't deserve to die this way.
Why can't we all just get along.
Killings in schools
Killings of innocent people
Killings of the ones who care
Killings every year
When will this all stop?
Why can't this just end?
When will the world open their eyes?
Why don't we just help?
Innocent people dying
Innocent people hurting
Innocent people suffering
Why can't this just stop?
Families are grieving
Friends are in pain
Teenagers are wondering
When will the violence end?
Poem to Columbine
By Crystal Leigh Olson
Our hearts are filled with deep emotion
Our bittersweet tears-an endless ocean
For the loss of those thirteen innocent souls
And for each of them, a silent bell tolls.
We stand beneath the blanketed sky
And remember those who're in heaven on high
At peace with God forevermore
Smiling down at us from heaven's shore.
All hearts are united in the midst of sorrow
Fear not! For soon comes tomorrow
And with the dawn a glorious light
That vanquishes all pain that comes with the night.
Oh Silver and Blue, raise up your eyes
And look at the beautiful magenta skies
Look towards the brilliant morning star
And say softly, "Columbine we are!"
See in the distance the snow-white doves
Symbolizing the memory of your lost loves.
As they fly with freedom and with grace
Towards the western horizon at a quickening pace.
On that day, all innocence was shattered
As Columbine High School was torn and tattered.
Many were hurt and many were shaken
A high price was paid as lives were taken.
Columbine-begin to heal
Show the world that you can and will
Unite together and conquer this strife
Or it will hold you back throughout your life
Oh flower of beauty-bloom for Spring
Embrace the rains and joyfully sing
But never forget the winter of tears
And live happily the rest of your years.
Our Last Day
By Monica
I didn't know today would be your last
We just smiled in the hall as we passed
It was just like everyother day
I never knew it would end this way
Friends till the end is what we will be
I will prove it to you just wait and see
You are in my heart, my soul and with me when I pray
I will let people know what you want to say
I will tell people about you
I will let know of the things you do
I won't cry cause your gone
I will blare our favorite song
I will live my life to the fullest
and live part for you cause
I know that is what you want me to do
Look over me from above
And shower me with all your love
When you're in Heaven watch for me
Wait at the golden gates till it's me
You see I had no clue that this is how it would end
But forever and always you will be my bestfriend
Our Children's Eyes
By Penny Cook
(inspired by the terrible tragedy @ Columbine High School)
the sadness in our childrens eyes
the young & oh so very wise
the smiles sometimes a disquise
to hide inside what really lies...
the anger turned to bitter rage
the violence locked inside the cage
inside their hearts the battles wage
the books they read, they missed a page...
the tender love now becomes hate
a twist & turn has changed their fate
thoughts they now can not debate
what's missed too soon is now to late
our children we love now they die
how hopeless for our future lives
senseless killings and we ask why?
why we didn't see the signs
the signs hidden in our childrens eyes...
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