1. The Charge Of The Light Brigade
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Almost as long as there has been life, war has been a part of it. Mankind continues to wage war even though the consequences often breed nothing but misery. However, when a person is called to defend his or her country, or protect other defenseless people, it is his duty to fight. There is no question that there is evil in the world and we must not rest on our laurels and say it is none of our business. We cannot stand by and watch while others are being persecuted. It is the duty of mankind to uphold justice.
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
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There's more to the story,
than what just appears.
A war written story,
from blood and from tears.
Definitely it has touched my heart. Not mine, but on each reader's minds, this poem has created a very emotional ache. It is about freedom, fight, love and pain. And this poem describes...
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When you wake up in the morning or stay up nights on end,
Know that your sister is here till the very end.
When you gather your equipment and grasp your gun,
Know that you're loved, brother, uncle, son.
My brother left when I was 10 years old, and I didn't know what life had in store for me. A few months after my grandma died from lung cancer, he left. Some people don't know what it feels...
If I don't make it home, please remember it wasn't because I didn't try.
The last thing I wanted was to make you cry.
I wanted more than anything to make it back to you,
This was a beautiful poem about the plight of all the men and women who sacrifice their lives daily for our freedom. The families and friends they leave behind for the love and cost for...
My darling, words cannot say
How proud I am of you today.
You're beautiful, courageous, good, and strong.
Taking up the cause to right the wrongs
This poem has risen my emotions, i have shed tears as i scrolled down the lines. However thank you for reminding me of my fallen soldier brother, Simbwa, who died of multiple injuries just...
He says he's leaving.
He'll be gone about a year.
He's headed off to fight the war,
And his time is drawing near.
My fiancee is in the Air Force (pilot), currently in Israel. He was supposed to come home in April, after being there a year. But he was offered a promotion last minute. He decided to take it...
We have an understanding, you and I.
We sit in silence; nothing needs to be said.
I know the weight you carry.
Although he could not say with words
The love he felt inside,
He treasured every moment
And his heart would fill with pride.
I cried!! Many families find it hard to say those most important 3 little words.
Blood starts drippin' from the soldier's wound
Seeps like sewage 'neath the politician's room
Deep in the house, white fades to red
Very nice poetry. I am overwhelmed. The poet is great who understand teary and hearty feelings of the people towards our great soldiers.
There's a little boy standing by the fence with a flag in his hand.
He's sad and confused; he doesn't understand.
He watches his daddy turn and head up on the bus.
He watches him go and doesn't even fuss.
This poem was beautifully delivered. Every word you wrote created a picture in my head. Well done.
He stands tall
He stands proud
In a foreign country
Among a foreign crowd
Best poem I've read since I've been on the group. You are very close to my style and War is something I've been close enough to write about. Really moving poem you have written here and clear...
To you, I may be very small
Or think I don't know much at all.
I've learned to grow up rather fast
With so much future and not much past.
Such a touching poem. I love it so much, because of it, I am now doing it to present to my class. ??
You've been there for me
Through it all.
You're always there to catch me
When I start to take a fall.
I know how you feel, I do share the same thing but they're are still my brothers regardless of what they do. I'll still love them no matter what.
I will wish you and your brother good luck...
There are times we want to forget,
Like when troubles and sadness we've met,
But this day in November
We'll always remember
So many in my family went to war. And most came back. I am lucky and want to recognize all the people who have lost their lives to protect you.
Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force,
Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation,
Into the school where the scholar is studying,
Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have set us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!
They sacrificed their lives, entered the gates of hell,
Onward they stumbled, while all around them fell,
War weary, ragged, faces dirt encrusted, black.
Impatient for the whistle, ready for attack.
Behold the aging soldier. He's grown longer in the tooth.
He wears the scars of battle that had squandered all his youth.
Although his war has ended, he finds much to his dismay.
The demons that now haunt him just don't seem to go away.
A tear ran down her cheek
As she read the words he wrote
His dad sat at the table
With a lump in his throat
I can remember the first time that I
saw your smiling face,
I held you close to my heart, you could
probably hear it race.
Wow!!!!!! A beautiful poem :D I love it, it's so touching