The bullets fly by, my brothers fall down,
The shells hit the dirt, with a deafening sound,
Blood all around me, the sand crimson stained,
On this beach of death, many heroes are slain,
A shockwave behind me, Throws me into the dirt,
But all of the shrapnel, Leaves me unhurt,
I pick up my rifle, and charge for the trench,
Bullets hit near me, and miss by an inch,
My good friend Joey, screams cries of help,
I run to his body, and drag him by his belt,
As I reach the barbed fences, I see that Joey is dead,
As I had dragged him he was shot in the head,
We were the first ones in, we must open the doors,
That captain had shouted, “Blow the Bangalores!”
A blast throws up the fences, the fortress was breached,
All of us soldiers, made our way up the beach,
After more hours of fighting, the battle was won,
And beneath the horizon, had fallen the sun,
The Captain approaches, he says “Boy you did swell.”
”This is what war is son, welcome to hell!”
Author notes
Dedicated to WW2 Veterans.
A contest entry
- World of War by Lively Matter.
1200 points, ended April 15, 2007, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Horrifying History by redmarkonthewall.
900 points, ended November 21, 2007, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
Good poem. I like how you wrote from the perspective of a soldier. War is hell that is true. Very well written so thank you for this piece and good luck.
-
Great use of style, flow, meter, and rhyme. Stirring tale woven here. Thanks for your entry.
By the way, my brother, Diddashn, is sick, so I am now your judge. He just asked me to judge this contest, and I hope to get it done today. Thanks for your entry and patience. -
a great job of describing the horrors of war. A very entertaining read as you had my attention throughout the poem. Well done.
Rory
-
Bravo!!! I loved this, sad but very good, I am glad you took time to read the rules, thank you for entering and good luck
Adding your comment:
