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I pass through the silent crowd Seeing clusters of faces, curiously peeking in the candlelight, Their soft skin glimmering in the yellow flame Their eyes invisible in shadow, Except for the sharp...
Surrender to the sound of drums,. The march of death that slowly comes,. Give in to the cries of war,. That make their way into your core,. Watch men fight with shallow breath,.
#remembrance I crouch inside this muddy trench. Death is a disease. I'm clouded by smoke With a feeling of unease. I hear a scream. A cry. A plea. But none of this Reaches me.
"To the right!" I roll to the left and fall into the trench, the ground shaking me into the muddy bogs at the bottom. I get up, wearily, my gun hand reaching for the trigger. I shoot.
I write this now from my corridor of mud. I think of you and all things good. The bullets whistle, breaking the still air. I am surrounded by sorrow and despair. This war it plucked me from my life.
A bullet's plunging,. Into my chest,. And cuts through,. All of the flesh,. The bomb is hitting,. The ground so near,. It's so loud that I,. Couldn't hear,. I'm quickly sifting,. Through the mud,.
I wrote this one for my class.
Searing crimson rays strike the scorched earth. Blood curdling screams shatter the once vividly beautiful land like fragile glass. Shining armour flashes and glistens under burning, deadly sun.
I lie here on the battlefield, An arrow in my side, Regretting all the things I've said, Regretting how I've lied. It's funny how the final things, I ever said to you...
Darkness overwhelms me, I can't open my eyes. The dead and dying surround me, I can hear their cries. I no longer feel the pain of battle, my end is drawing near.
The sluggish air holds the stench of death on its misty tongue. I limp past the rubble of the destroyed shops that once lined this street.
My blood splatter face looks down at the ground. How did we get to this point. A time when man turns on man. Where nothing but death will suffice. I fight for my country. To protect it from harm.
Just a random Drabble, inspired by war horse. :P Rain thumped angrily into the deep, oozing mud, gathering in holes and making the sludge even worse.
bullits bouncing everywhere, calls and shouts of young men dead, i sit there waiting for my dutie, for when death claims me bounty i will not turn, death wheres the mask of a common man, till it...
I woke up in in a white room, that smelt of disinfectant. A woman in a light blue uniform was writing something on a clipboard, and I had a tube coming out of my hand.
Horses: the forgotten heroes. _____________________ The dappled grey stallion stood shivering against the harsh weather, no protection provided to shelter him or the others.
I do now know who you are, but I know just how you died. Awash with crimson boyhood blood a heart that never cried. A name that's long forgotten a stone I view each year.
A poem about the world war one trenches:. Bang, bang. The guns are still firing. I'd try to go to sleep but I'm to scared. Plip, plop. The waters still dropping. I'd try to get dry if I still cared.