03-12-2016, 10:35 AM
Ahaha aw stop it you 
I do try haha
but apparently a lot of my work is appraised by those I read it to, so I keep writing out of passion. A lot of my poems that I've written so far I just sort of put my feelings onto paper, and word them in a poetic way. That being said not all of them have explanations, so they can be quite open to interpretation.
Other poems of mine however do have a certain topic whether it be fiction/non-fiction so of course they would have an explanation there, but even still sometimes they might not.
Here's another one I'm digging out of the archives, and by archives I mean this is a piece I wrote for Literature two years ago, so I've already archived all my secondary school work haha. This is when I slowly started to get an interest in poetry, especially after it was the one thing I seemed to excel in in Literature.
I was tasked to write a poem about WW1 that is based off of other soldiers' poems that we had studied, so it had to be in the style of a soldier who'd written a poem about WW1 (or something along those lines... if you get what I mean haha. I can't remember the specific guidelines. In simple it was about WW1).
I do try haha
but apparently a lot of my work is appraised by those I read it to, so I keep writing out of passion. A lot of my poems that I've written so far I just sort of put my feelings onto paper, and word them in a poetic way. That being said not all of them have explanations, so they can be quite open to interpretation.Other poems of mine however do have a certain topic whether it be fiction/non-fiction so of course they would have an explanation there, but even still sometimes they might not.
Here's another one I'm digging out of the archives, and by archives I mean this is a piece I wrote for Literature two years ago, so I've already archived all my secondary school work haha. This is when I slowly started to get an interest in poetry, especially after it was the one thing I seemed to excel in in Literature.
I was tasked to write a poem about WW1 that is based off of other soldiers' poems that we had studied, so it had to be in the style of a soldier who'd written a poem about WW1 (or something along those lines... if you get what I mean haha. I can't remember the specific guidelines. In simple it was about WW1).
Raise The Flag
The wasteland lies bare, churned,
Eaten up through shells, gas,
As the ground and bodies burned.
Here I sat, face to face with my past.
Bullets rang and canisters threw,
Bombs and blood, all scattered.
Dust and debris, always anew,
Other than us ourselves, massacred.
Firing to the last man; the last bullet,
Even wounded men; tossing grenades and firing blank shots,
From the pistols in their belt,
Lasting til’ they bled out amidst the reddened moss.
Rain fire, boys! The bleak excerpt from the charge,
But enough to keep us alive,
Enough, even for our scarred hearts,
For our minds were not alike.
The battle, merely won,
The enemy in fall,
But us as well, fell by the ton.
Not just bodies, but minds as well.
Raise the flag; Upon a new victory, this day.
Raise the flag; The sun rises, a new dawn.
Raise the flag; The last shot, from a stray,
And the light I see clearly, as my life is drawn.
The wasteland lies bare, churned,
Eaten up through shells, gas,
As the ground and bodies burned.
Here I sat, face to face with my past.
Bullets rang and canisters threw,
Bombs and blood, all scattered.
Dust and debris, always anew,
Other than us ourselves, massacred.
Firing to the last man; the last bullet,
Even wounded men; tossing grenades and firing blank shots,
From the pistols in their belt,
Lasting til’ they bled out amidst the reddened moss.
Rain fire, boys! The bleak excerpt from the charge,
But enough to keep us alive,
Enough, even for our scarred hearts,
For our minds were not alike.
The battle, merely won,
The enemy in fall,
But us as well, fell by the ton.
Not just bodies, but minds as well.
Raise the flag; Upon a new victory, this day.
Raise the flag; The sun rises, a new dawn.
Raise the flag; The last shot, from a stray,
And the light I see clearly, as my life is drawn.
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