Hello everyone, I'm new here!
The poetry here is so good!
*applauds everyone*
I feel so inspired by all the great work here..
I love writing, though with AS levels, I
barely get the time to brush my teeth now, let alone write
...
But here's one I wrote a couple of months ago...it's about war
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Please tell me what you all think!
*waits in nervous anticipation
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A Single Red Poppy“Hold on,” she says, grasping my hand,
The sound of gunfire—noticeably gone.
“Stay with us, be strong,” she pleads,
“It’s over, the war is won.”
“No more fighting, no more hurt, no more death.
No more facing enemies unknown.
Don’t leave me, Father and Brother are no more-
I cannot face this world alone.”
A single tear drips down her face
And lands on my cheek, dotted with mud.
I cough weakly and once again her hand comes down
To wipe away the bubbling blood.
With shaky fingers, I lift my hand to her face
And run it over the features I have long yearned to see.
It is too bad we will not be together much longer,
Too bad she must live on without me.
I tremble, knowing I’m running out of strength.
And bring my fingers to the pocket on my chest
And pull out a starkly vibrant red flower,
Slightly wrinkled, but still fresh.
“Remember me,” I whisper,
My voice quiet, clear and calm.
“Remember me,” I whisper,
And I place the poppy in her palm.
“Keep this always – as a token of my love.
Keep it, and keep me forever in your heart.
Don’t fear death, my love, it is but a word,
Nothing will do us apart.
I will wait for you in the heavens,
I will watch you always from above,
And one day we shall be reunited again…
And that one day I await, my love.”
I lie still, my life spirit draining away
Onto my uniform; now a blatant, sticky red.
Her hand is clasping mine and between us the poppy,
Barely visible against the soiled scarlet bed.
My fingers grow slack and my vision fades-
I pull in a final shuddering breath.
And all the time my eyes are trained on the single red poppy,
It’s poignancy and color haunting me, even in death.
