A rustic wind howling in soft remembrance,
Times long since past, but pleasurably taken in stride,
All that was, all that shall be,
Connected by the ebb and flow of the tide.
The calming of a heart and soul,
Construed upon endless boundaries,
The sun will shine again,
For the forgotten ones only need to walk in its rays.
What makes a hero? What becomes of their legend?
A legacy unfounded, but by chance gained,
The hero, the legend,
Once simply less than grand, all but human by default.
The wind, the ground, the seasons themselves,
Have seen time’s eternal change,
A friend turned enemy,
The renowned, forgotten.
If only the strong survive,
Then why must the weak still suffer more?
“Coward” I hear, “Diseased…”
the names of scorn, only inside my mind.
Look, the wind knows no limits
The people do. They rejoice,
Settle in frivolities and neglect.
Truth of happiness,
Reclaimed by the ambitious,
Those willing to engage.
The body crumbles
Caused by emotions that fumble.
The enemy, you become.
Your life unraveling from the weave, undone.
What does one seek?
From all the mighty, to the meek?
Is it wrong to cry?
But one must get back up, and again, try.
Tear out my heart,
There’s nothing left inside the hollow black
That now as it bleeds
Silently in the night.
You can save everyone,
But your own soul is on the line,
One must kill the rapture,
That advent of Valor.
The legacy, the times gone by
Is it now I must say goodbye?
Even the hero is not immune to the ache of the heart,
To save oneself, from the madness of loneliness,
And sew the broken threads, once more.
A contest entry
- Universal Soldier {BIG POINTS} by just rob.
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oh so sad i felt the emotion from the page, good luck in my contest.
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This is a very interesting well written poem that seems to contrast almost from the title of it but still seem to tie in with what has been written. This is a very good piece and while it may not necessarily be A grade material it is still a very good poem. Good job
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Definitely not what I was expecting from the title, but very abstract and well done. I appreciated your capability of being able to mix good diction and a strong/interesting idea into a direct and enjoyable read. The entire thing flowed well and kept my attention, good job.
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I love the lines, "You can save everyone/but your own soul is on the line/ I think this is something that many "heroes" forget. Caring for one's self is essential to surviving long enough to "save" anyone else. A great write, and a lovely legendary write!
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'Tis a fine writel, indeed, with excellent imagery. You express your thoughts quite well. Thanks for sharing this one with us. It also reminded me of one I wrote, called: "Blues of Night".
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Oh this is heart wrenching
Yes often where we have asilence about us they relive the battles of days gone by where the wars
follow them home never to be spooken of for those about them would never understand therefore they are stuck within the mind where at times it eats away at the soul . Who are the heros to help our soldiers find their way once home . God Bless them all
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Bautifully written.No truer words were ever spoken.You captured the heart and mind of soldiers all over the world.Great job and good luck in the contest.
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This was very complex, I thought, full of different thoughts and feelings regarding the world and all the ways of nature. All the little images sprinkled in captivated me. Though it didn't have a distinct form, it doesn't matter because it flowed smoothly when read.
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Well written. I really think that this says that you can save people but it may be the ulimate price ,your life, I love the part : "every hero is not immune to the ache of heart" that is a very powerful line. This is a very good write and I really like it.
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Right On!
When the meekest man stands proud to proclaim
"I am nobody!"
Then is he everyone, and pride may find no victim.
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