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Helloo… well, here is a random poem I wrote. I don’t know if I’ll keep that name for it, but I can’t think of any others at the moment.
IF ONLY
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Lilies float on abandoned waters,
As frogs sing their nightly tunes,
Mothers weep for their dead sons—the soldiers,
As their hometown lies in ruins.
The sun still warms the cursed day,
The moon takes her place amongst stars,
The sea side docks are boat-less,
Empty stores, empty homes, empty bars.
The battle cry of silence echos through the streets,
Sorrow whistles like the arrows that flew,
Revenge screams like the villagers fleeing,
Regret whispers, “If only they knew.”
“If only they’d known how anger escalates,
If only they’d stopped at the roots,
If only they’d seen through their bitter fog,
If only they’d listened to truth.”
“What be a cretin?”
“Of course you wouldn’t know. It’s a… bread you put in salad.”Nice! I like it!
The glory of God is to conceal things, but the glory of kings is to seek things out. - Proverbs 25:2
Thanks!! ☺️
“What be a cretin?”
“Of course you wouldn’t know. It’s a… bread you put in salad.”That was really good!! I liked the contrast between the beauty of the landscape and the brokenness of their situation.
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Thank you!! 😁
“What be a cretin?”
“Of course you wouldn’t know. It’s a… bread you put in salad.”Beautiful. I thoroughly enjoyed it!!
It’s crazy that I just happened to write a poem on war and peace as well.
I called it Freedom’s Cost
I look around and ponder peace
As I stand upon a blanket of snow
But I also see a history
That there their blood did flow.
A river of crimson covering the ground
To defend our beautiful land.
A battlefield of sorrow.
Of man destroying man
Bullets flying. Horses screaming.
Men in agony. Repeats again and again.
The copper of blood. The noxious fumes.
There are too many dead for tombs.
Men finding their closest comrade
Limbless, full of holes, or in pieces
Horror clinging to every thought
In the mire of gore ridden trenches
Clinging desperately to thoughts of home
Praying that the end of thier war would come.
Here I live in a land of freedom
Standing on battle earned turf
Yet I know not firsthand of turmoil
Only what’s recorded of others grief
Of grief, yes. But also victory
For now I live in its reality.
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." - Gandalf
Beautiful. I thoroughly enjoyed it!!
Thank you!! 😊
It’s crazy that I just happened to write a poem on war and peace as well.
How interesting!! 😅
I like yours a lot as well!
“What be a cretin?”
“Of course you wouldn’t know. It’s a… bread you put in salad.”Thank you @grcr 😊
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." - Gandalf
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