• willow923 16w

    Title- Joyous pain, Fireworks burnt low in my soul
    Poem reads-

    Tonight, it wasn't the stars that brought
    me back home to childhood memories,
    mother was slaving at dirty plates as
    like me a restaurant slave; with dad
    I gazed into the smoke bomb air,
    hearing children running and laughing,
    brothers messing with sisters, dad's
    playing with daughters hair. The night
    was sweet, blazing fireworks cracking
    above me, crowd cheered toward the
    end as always. Then i remembered
    looking at my father how he's growing
    old, everyone's passing on, how from a
    child ive grown; even more so, i looked
    to my side, noone there to wrap their
    wrists around my hips, noone to see
    my dazzling colors of blue and grey
    and brown specks from the fireworks
    bringing out my eyes. I felt alone,
    simply like a boy again yet still a
    grown man, wishing just wishing
    a queen was there to feel my soul.

    © Brandon nagley
    © Lonesome poets poetry



    It's now July 4th holiday to remember vets the soldier's who fought for our freedom, so on and every 3rd just few hrs ago my town and local town near us hold together fireworks every third as the bigger City by us Toledo Ohio does it on 4th... But was blessed got dad finally to go with me he didn't go last year was a bummer cus mom was working she's still at work right now it's 1;20 am wish she could of came. What really wish I had someone to hold tonight. It's tough. But as said blessing for what do have and had day with me ��

    Picture is one of many pics took at fireworks

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    Tonight, it wasn't the stars that brought
    me back home to childhood memories,
    mother was slaving at dirty plates as
    like me a restaurant slave; with dad
    I gazed into the smoke bomb air,
    hearing children running and laughing,
    brothers messing with sisters, dad's
    playing with daughters hair. The night
    was sweet, blazing fireworks cracking
    above me, crowd cheered toward the
    end as always. Then i remembered
    looking at my father how he's growing
    old, everyone's passing on, how from a
    child ive grown; even more so, i looked
    to my side, noone there to wrap their
    wrists around my hips, noone to see
    my dazzling colors of blue and grey
    and brown specks from the fireworks
    bringing out my eyes. I felt alone,
    simply like a boy again yet still a
    grown man, wishing just wishing
    a queen was there to feel my soul.

    © Brandon nagley
    © Lonesome poets poetry