Soldiers march in form.
Lined up in a row.
Heading for the spoils,
left from long ago.
The scouts had found it laying
upon the ground alone.
No one was around.
News was sent back home.
The masses formed a union.
They set out on their quest.
They march as one for glory.
They march to find their chest.
And as they reach the battle,
the sky begins to turn.
The clouds amass above them,
to home they must return.
They race the sky to safety.
Nature has it's way.
Cries are heard behind them.
As they run away.
Raining from the sky
are falling bombs of chrome.
The soldiers lives are threatened.
They return to home.
Silence combs the field as
the sky closes it gates.
The soldiers marched in form.
Lined to meet their fate.
The lost are left to the earth.
The injured slowly crawl.
Soldiers of the dirt.
Comrades till the fall.
We think it to be strange.
This behavior, it is off.
These guys must be crazy
to suffer for a lollipop.
Author notes
Stoopid, I know, but that's what I get for pushing it.
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I loved this poem, it was soooo creative. You really deserved 1st place. Congratulations!!
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I like it! It's different. Different is awesome. It does have a sad undertone though. That's good poetry. when someone can wright something humorous that leaves a sad aftertaste. You should win this contest.
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haha wow. this just makes my contest so interesting i love poems that are different like this. you did a great job!
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hahahahha i reckon you should win really. just for being original. ANT BATTLE thats awesome.....hahaha
nice one good luck hope you gets something.
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lol, ok this was a little werid but cool, i like this you did a great job, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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