White Poppy Stained.
One by one the red petals fall,
In there place a cross stands tall,
A name carved on the front,
And reading it brings a tearful lump.
“Here lies a soldier unknown,
Who gave his life for a land of stone,
He rushed the guns on that fateful day,
And with his life he did pay.
There’s a flower that we use now,
That blossoms in those fields somehow
Even after all that discharged might,
Springs such a beautiful sight.
We remember those that fight and fought,
Who sold their lives with freedom bought,
The poppy was first white now red,
Stained with the blood of the honoured dead.
06 Nov 08
Alex Roissetter
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You are an amzing poet, because you write from your heart. all these people even the ones you don't know are very important to you, and thats very obvious. what that says about your character says more than any poem every could. thank you. rosanna1120
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Welcome to Allpoetry
I liked this very much. I think that the first stanza the use of "lump" is a little forced for the rhyme but the rest is brilliant.
I have taken some photos at the memorial in Canberra, Australia of the poppies in the wall for commemoration, it's very powerful.
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ah this is very powerful. i can feel (at least i think) the feelings you felt as you wrote. it takes a true poet to be able to do that. great job.
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