John Lennon (Oct 9, 1940 - Dec 8, 1980)

October 9th, 1940

A star shot through the sky

Dust swirled with the wind

Past Liverpool Maternity

To which you came to life

Whispers flooded the air

And scattered throughout the land

Spreading the word

Of your birth

Angels hid beneath the water

And awaited your arrival

The sun went up

The sun went down

Along with your tragic times

You were whipped

And abandoned

But the angels kept you strong

As long as you dreamt

Your candle kept burning

You were meant to belong

Loved ones gave you up

But you didn’t give up on us

Your gift of sound and music

Opened our eyes for the first

All we needed was love

All we needed was peace

But most of all

We needed you

With your insightful words

We learned to express ourselves

And stand up for our rights

You gave power to the people

And a revolution to the world

The world was a firecracker

And you lit the wick

I wish it hadn't of

Ended so quick

The fire in the sky

May be gone today

But the show will go on

We'll give peace a chance for you

And spread the word of love

We'll take this sad world

And make it better.

Rest in peace John Lennon

From us to you, we send our love

The day the angels took you home,

On December 8th, 1980

©2000 All rights reserved.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this last year on John Lennon's birthday...

View nomes2riches's Full Portfolio
Anonymous's picture

I think you should change the title, a few dates and a few words in this poem so that it honors some true hero. Someone worthy of our love, not some worthless, self-centered man that couldn't even love his own son.
Or maybe it should be amended somehow at the end to show how blind people are by star-worship. If they're famous and they make good music they must be demi-gods, worthy of all our adulation, right?
Anyway, something to think about.

Cara Jean B's picture

This poem is beautifully written, I really enjoyed reading it. I don't really know a whole lot about John Lennon and his music but I've heard that he's a great musician and touched many lives. No, the poem I wrote didn't really happen. ; p I just got it from hearing about rape victims.