Men of War

The Men Of War

The men of war they marched along
And through the day they sang the song
Of battles won
In shining sun
And not a thought for death prolong

Goodbyes are said and love is sent
And no regrets are here to vent
The mothers cry
And fathers sigh
For “this is their own punishment”

Then they approached the battle lines
In dark of night more black then mines
The booming sound
The shaking ground
The men of war they saw the signs

The shrieks and screams they filled the air
And soldiers turned to stop and stare
To watch the blood
Burst forth in flood
Reality of cannon glare

Their comrades falling all around
Then clutch their ears to block the sound
And side by side
The living died
To hell or heaven they were bound.

The Men of War their battle fought
With screams and gore that ne’er is sought
The fires died
The soldiers sighed
The price was paid without a thought.

The fog of war now holds their souls
Above the ashes and the coals
Remembered, now
Death won’t allow
The men of war they gave their tolls.

Kite

I had to do this in school, to come up with a poem that had a story in it, and it worked perfectly here!!! it’s about of kite, who like us, has rises and falls in life/wind. enjoy!

Kite

bring my kite to fly the breeze.

Unroll the string to catch the air,

And let the kite grab hold the wind.

And rise to take to flight against the blue.

Securely holds the wind in hand,

And rises high beyond my reach.

Unroll the string to catch more air.

The rise of confidence in me.

I flowed on breezes feeling strong,

When lack of air assures my fall.

I dip to ground and death for sure,

With certainty I see my doom.

When little by little I hear the wind,

Come rushing past and slip away.

I swiftly reach to grab at hope

And hold most tightly once I had.

More fast I climbed the blue once more,

To battle again the breeze of flight,

And feeling joy and hope at once,

Repeating conflict once again.

My First

Well, here is my first post. I’m all giddy inside. Haha. Well, I decided to shoot off with one of my poems. I call it my introduction. It’s a story of a guy who’s really insecure and needs help. he is in disstress and then finds hope! I hope you like it!

staring at the roof.

I stare at the roof,

Wandering ‘bout my mind,

As I look for the proof,

That I haven’t crossed the line.

I turn my head sideways,

But I’m staring into thought,

Thinking in snide ways,

And coming out distraught.

Thinking of people in general,

And consequences of actions,

Into my mind, enter all,

Thinking in small transactions.

So getting up from my bed,

Was not an easy feat,

My heart feels like lead,

But refuses to stop it’s beat.

As my thoughts turn to things around me,

My heart still conflicts inside,

And while my mind argues soundly,

It feels like I’ve already died.

I felt utter helplessness,

And completely bereft of hope,

Surrounded by terrible hellishness,

My life rolling down a slope.

But as I walked aimlessly,

I happened upon a skylight,

Physically, emotionally, my helpless plea,

The answer, wonderf’ly in my sight.

A sliver small thought,

A hope that had been long gone,

Something I had sought,

For such a time, and aeon,

Sunlight pure and clear,

Shining into the corners,

Begone all that which was fear,

Gone inside are the mourners.

Peace now fills me up,

A sense of being whole,

Love has filled my cup,

Making diamonds out of coal.

No more sadness of mind,

Distress has all but flown,

All of such is behind,

No more do I reap what I’ve sown.

 

Bo