Enter one by one, Left, Right, Left, Right
Rhythmically pounding the dirt
Imprints torn into the ground beneath steel-toed boots.
Lively, proud, and oh so young.
Watch the spunky boys playing pretend as they go marching.
A smile on, it's just a game of G.I.Joe's,
Strong-willed but all just make believe.
And yet as they move on, you see them grown up.
They aren't so young, so upbeat,
as those days of make believe.
You see reflected in the depths of eyes
The death of those brothers, friends, and innocence.
And the soldiers come marching home.
Author notes
E. Choose from the following word banks and write a poem with the words in them
2. Lively, spunky, upbeat, death
It's short. It seemed complete after this amount. Just getting back into the swing of things, and contests with choices help.
Written February 1st, 2006
A contest entry
- Contest about this: by tears.of.silence.
300 points, ended February 10, 2006, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Hey Lauren, it's Ashley!
I haven't read your poetry in foreeever!
I <3 this one!!!
You're really good at filling your poems with imagery. I can see this whole poem played out in my head.
Good job! You still got it!
Love ya!
Ashley
xoxo
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Thank you so much for entering the contest I appreciate you for following the rules. I also thank you for choosing this style of poem and you have made it rather well written. I thank you once again for entering my contest and good luck ~kahy~
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Good Write!
I like the way you expressed yourself on this topic, kinda the way it happens with alot of boys, not sure they really know what their up against, what evil really takes place, I mean, who could, unless you walked in their shoes. Way to end this, endings are tough, this said alot...
They aren't so young, so upbeat,
as those days of make believe.
You see reflected in the depths of eyes
The death of those brothers, friends, and innocence.
And the soldiers come marching home.
I'm glad to see you penning poetry again my fan and friend, you've always been in my heart, you're such a sweet soul.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts, and for being you!
Much love to you and yours, always!
-Timothy The Poetic Weaver~
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