Okay . so , basically , i couldn't think of a new poem so i decided to dig up some old ones that got me an 97% in my history class . war poems if you will . . . please enjoy and bare in mind the graphic content of . war .
Poem 1 - Disillusionment?/Soldier
The battlefield was supposed to be an honorable thing done for our country,
I wasnβt aware it would end up like this β bloody, broken and muddy.
The booms of the bombs could be heard from the distance,
Commanders shouting orders about requiring assistance.
I grabbed my gun and headed for the trenches,
The metal helmet on my head too big for my fringes.
I can hear the firing as if it were right in front of me,
Bullets whizzing past my skin like a bee.
BANG! I feel a sharp pain in my side,
I scurry, I scatter - thereβs nowhere to hide.
With a limping leg, I quickly retreat,
Begging, crying for some sort of relief.
I eventually make it to the nurseβs haven,
Sobbing, shaking, praying sheβd remove the pain.
It didnβt take long for everything to go black,
I thought I was ready β Iβll never go back.
This first poem was based on the poem my friends and I did about the nurse. Itβs a less detailed version of Oliverβs point of view, showing what he was going through while the nurseβs poem was written/ongoing.
The air was coated in green,
A deadly disease that was quite the scene.
Soldiers black and white were sputtering and crying,
The ones that lacked the protection were dying.
The gas masks were stuffed with roses,
A hope for this country, for their noses.
One by one the soldiers crawled,
Eyes closed as the country around them falls.
The men began to fall as the gas became overwhelming,
Coughing, crying, praying.
Some of them were fresh out of highschool;
Nobody deserves what these children thought was βcoolβ.
This poem wasnβt based on anything in particular, but it can be perceived as such. I was also listening to the song belowβ¦ Very good song, I recommend.
Poem 3 - National pride !!
The overpowering army of Canada, a thick strand.
The people joined the Army to defend you and me,
They want to fight, and kill, and bleed for liberty.
It brings them a sense of pride,
A bullet hitting the enemy's ride.
A satisfying sound, it sure is,
A BANG!, a BOOM!, and a WHIZZ!
The soldiers lined up one by one,
With a bayonet and a new M-1.
Saluting and marching, grasping their weapons,
They hooted and hollered, throwing their hands as they called out.
This particular poem, unlike the rest, was based off of a song. It Makes a Fellow Proud to Be a Soldier by Tom Lehrer; a 1950s satirical artist that was a professor at Harvard. One of my favorite artists right now, a very good man. I recommend you listen to him. (PS. I added a few lyrics from the song, can you find them?)
enjoy and i hope this is enough to score at least a kiss on the forehead π oh and if they suck some criticism would be nice
ββ¦t-theyβre fine. Soβ¦β
Toko, against her better judgement, sneaks a very quick kiss in the cheek. She then runs off, as red a tomato.
