Promptly Poetry Entries (6/20 - 6/21)

Same old, Shame on us

A child of the sixties
no stranger to conflict
I grew up in the flickering shadows
of a world on fire. Just a
spectator to the protests -
sit in, lie down, be shot.
No peace down in Ohio,
no peace in Vietnam,
no peace for the child,
wearing only Napalm.
No understanding in the news,
of bombs exploded for peace,
by those who proclaim love.
But flowers don’t stop bullets,
they adorn caskets.
Time passes but it’s all the same.
The flames grow higher
in hatred and fear, now
love isn’t even part of the game.






Promptly Poetry
Week 11 (8/10)
Prompt: Listen to one of your favorite songs and
then write a poem directly after based on the feelings and emotions it brought about in you.

Song: (What’s So Funny ‘Bout) Peace Love And Understanding - Elvis Costello