Here is a poem I have written. I haven't chosen a title for it yet, so I just named it War for now.


Darkness reigns with vengeful glare,

Bodies are lying everywhere;

Crashes of shells and the chatter of guns

Sightless I stagger; trying to run.



****! I hear somebody yell;

Was he there at prayers? I cannot tell

But screams and cries make me think I’m in hell

I seek cover from the falling shell.



I see his body lifeless there

Legs blown off and splattered through the air;

Face contorted in a silent scream;

I hope that I will wake from this dream.



Bullets are zipping through the air

Blood is flowing everywhere;

Boys are dying on the floor.

Please God, I can’t bear any more.



What will happen to my wife?

Will she have a happy life?

Will my son remember his Daddy’s face?

Will he remember the day we ---

* * * *

Somewhere where the field was green,

Countless white crosses were to be seen.

She placed a single poppy where he lay;

But never really knew what he saw that day.

Nice Katherine! Brought back vividly my memories of the last time I visited the American cemetery in Normandy, France. Haunting. Great job!

I already told you elsewhere, Kathy, but to repeat myself, I really like this poem. It shows the horror and loss of war; very moving.

Thank you I am glad you both like it.

Very, very vivid. It captures what war is really like, and not how some people romanticize it.

Wow. That was so sad! Good job writing it.

Thank you It was quite hard writing it, because I got so emotional!

*Laughs* I can understand that being an issue.

Wow, this is beautiful and chilling and very sobering. So true, too--it really made me feel like I saw through his eyes.

A suggestion for the title: what if you used the "poppy" motif from the ending? For people who are familiar with those battlefield graveyards, it might give a hint, but certainly not a very strong one. Just a thought