1940
Here I stand,
with a gun against my chest.
The year, 1940,
the world has no rest.
Banging and screaming,
yelling and blood gushing.
I look at my fellow man,
whose blood to his head was rushing.
Hitler and his wall,
tanks everywhere slaughtering.
No man dares step afront this demon,
the Red Baron and his circus are lingering.
Bloody rain fills the sky,
debris slicing men falling near.
Men, they scatter and fire shells,
surrounded by an abundance of fear.
"Medic, Medic!" I scream.
But no man hears my cry.
So here I lay, cold on the ground,
just as I'm about to die.
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Hello,
I like your composition. I was wondering if you are really into the Dark and Morbid of the Goth Scene or if this just something you are interested in. Also have you tried your gift on other subjects yet? I would love to see what else you can come up with because you are in some ways able to capture extremely real human emotions and experiences. Maybe you have some that truly inspire you? Any way keep posting.
Ansel
you are a night time
you are a night time rain.you are void and neccessary,which will win?
pretty good.its been a while since i read a war poem and im glad to see the subject matter reintroduced.just at times,the rhyme schemed seemed forced,dont worry about it,just write,let the fury of the words guide your pen.poems dont have to rhyme and i too well know the pull to rhyme everything.just be yourself and keep writing.
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Awsome piece of worK! Great writing.
Amazing baby
I love this.It reminds me of a movie..Saving Private Ryan.[i dont know how.but i think it's because of the war scene.and all].Keep it up baby.Love you! :)
baby,you are a neverending dream that came true
iloveyou.