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Sept 3, 2005 19:08:48 GMT -5
Post by coffee on Sept 3, 2005 19:08:48 GMT -5
I can right lyrics and stories, but I've never honestly tried poetry. So I decided I'd give it a try. I wrote this when I was half asleep last night. Its about the Viet Nam war.
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The rain pours like buckets of needles falling widely upon the jungle floor. Is this hell? Some ask themselves. This must be hell. Only the devil can be this harsh. One boy, one man, one coward, one hero. All the same. All are one. All have one goal. To survive.
The screaming starts. The round earth begins to tremble and shake as the skies turn bright red and orange. The sun is not rising nor is it setting. The flame of hell wraps its arms around them. Embrace death it whispers.
One boy, one man, one coward, one hero. All the same. All are one. All have one goal. To survive. The metal soars through the air. Destroying life. Tearing it apart piece by piece. A sweet, tangy aroma fills the damp air. The acid has been spilt. Blood. Green turns to red. And the jungle floor is now a river of sorrow.
One boy, one man, one coward, one hero. All the same. All are one. All are dead.
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Sept 3, 2005 22:16:44 GMT -5
Post by daena on Sept 3, 2005 22:16:44 GMT -5
This sounds me sad, Sir Joe. Though, I must admit...poetry on war and sadness never hath been my favorite...this piece is very well written. I like thy verses' style. I'll look for more of thy works.
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Sept 3, 2005 22:20:57 GMT -5
Post by Shades on Sept 3, 2005 22:20:57 GMT -5
What she said, very nicely written, although war poems aren't my cup of tea, I would definitly buy this in an anthology. -Shades, Admin.
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