poetry portfolio on war
Published on Nov 18, 2015
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suicide in the trenches
I KNEW a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
. . . .
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you’ll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go."
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T- based on the title i think that this poem will be about the physical and emotional pains of war the could lead to someone eventually taking their own life
P- I knew a simple soldier boy
Who smiled at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you’ll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
N FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Photo by Michal Osmenda
Untitled Slide
I was charged with their safety
My one and only task
To protect that convoy
From that fatal blast
Only I could have stopped it
Could of saved their lives
It was up to me to see it
Up to me to keep them alive
I can't even look you in the eyes
For I can't say I did my job
It was up to me to save those lives
It was my job.
I have to move forward
Keep on doing the same job
I'm supposed to be your shield and sword
But what if I fail do they give me another award
Untitled Slide
Restrain your anger
And run to find some shelter
Flames and eruptions
Are there only reactions
Comrads and brothers
Are facing all the slaughter
They will not surrender
To them you are the offender
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