Poetry competition CLOSED 11th November 2018 3:15pm
WINNER
Astyanax (Ceejay)
Astyanax (Ceejay)
RUNNERS-UP:
PoetsRevenge
and EleazarSwan
Anti-War Poem
Coming Home
I did what I had to do
to Survive in the War
No blood spilled
No self sacrifice
Coming home was the hardest
thing of all and to be so alone
Now it is all about change
Shout it out and confront
the status quo
A country divided
Anger and confusion
For and against the war
Us and them the enemy within
to Survive in the War
No blood spilled
No self sacrifice
Coming home was the hardest
thing of all and to be so alone
Now it is all about change
Shout it out and confront
the status quo
A country divided
Anger and confusion
For and against the war
Us and them the enemy within
Written by babajava
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Josh said:Hi Jade,
I'm not sure how to reply to your post only on these competition pages; it seems to post it at the (current) bottom of all the postings. Absolutely I read your poem as direct anti-war, especially because it involved a family member. Your subtitle sums it very well. Josh.
Josh...this is what I get from clicking ''quote'' 'stead of ''reply''
...and IF I go back and edit out the quote... I'm left with my reply... Hope I helped.Ely
I'm not sure how to reply to your post only on these competition pages; it seems to post it at the (current) bottom of all the postings. Absolutely I read your poem as direct anti-war, especially because it involved a family member. Your subtitle sums it very well. Josh.
Josh...this is what I get from clicking ''quote'' 'stead of ''reply''
...and IF I go back and edit out the quote... I'm left with my reply... Hope I helped.Ely
WWI
World War I 100th anniversary
The one to end all other ones
When chivalry fell to industry
Where from the skies death rained
From Zeppelins and aero planes
When thousands died from chemicals
And many thousands more
Where ripped by flying shrapnel
No war was like this before
And no wars would ever
Be the same, hence forth
Written by snugglebuck
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Mad Demons
I’ve seen bodies splayed out in the street,
Serving as a warning for any of those who took opposition,
I’ve heard the artillery fire at will,
And oh so close,
Like mad demons let loose from hell.
I was a child so I didn’t really understand,
Why the situation only got worse, especially for the poor,
They were slaying guilty and innocent altogether,
In order to save democracy.
I only knew that once you heard the first shots go off,
An instant curfew was immediately in effect,
It didn’t matter if you were a man, woman or child,
If you were still out and about, you were a suspect.
And those who fought back for their rights,
Were met with indignation, like a disease of the earth,
Sworn to cleanse the land, with blood,
With no conscience or concept of people’s worth.
So death squadrons made examples of rebels,
And while they were at it, threw in some babies as well,
Serving as a warning for any who took opposition,
Like mad demons let loose from hell.
And the rebels fought back just as dirty,
Punishing soldiers for crimes against humanity,
So they too were made examples for their fury,
The way they were displayed, it was total insanity.
In a civil war, brother fights brother,
With false ideologies of corrupt governments,
So they wash each other’s brains and try to blame,
Those who speak their voice as radical opponents.
When everyone takes sides and arm themselves,
Know that you’re about to experience hell,
Because in war men will lose their humanity,
And they fight like mad, mad demons.
I’ve seen bodies splayed out in the street,
Serving as a warning for any of those who took opposition,
I’ve heard the artillery fire at will,
And oh so close,
Like mad demons let loose from hell.
I was a child so I didn’t really understand,
Why the situation only got worse, especially for the poor,
They were slaying guilty and innocent altogether,
In order to save democracy.
I only knew that once you heard the first shots go off,
An instant curfew was immediately in effect,
It didn’t matter if you were a man, woman or child,
If you were still out and about, you were a suspect.
And those who fought back for their rights,
Were met with indignation, like a disease of the earth,
Sworn to cleanse the land, with blood,
With no conscience or concept of people’s worth.
So death squadrons made examples of rebels,
And while they were at it, threw in some babies as well,
Serving as a warning for any who took opposition,
Like mad demons let loose from hell.
And the rebels fought back just as dirty,
Punishing soldiers for crimes against humanity,
So they too were made examples for their fury,
The way they were displayed, it was total insanity.
In a civil war, brother fights brother,
With false ideologies of corrupt governments,
So they wash each other’s brains and try to blame,
Those who speak their voice as radical opponents.
When everyone takes sides and arm themselves,
Know that you’re about to experience hell,
Because in war men will lose their humanity,
And they fight like mad, mad demons.
A Purple Heart For A Soul
I'm no hero, I'm not even a man
I sold my soul for a Purple Heart.
I'm not brave, I'm only broken
after using my bayonet to stop a man's heart.
I'm not proud, my lungs are shredded
from Agent O to smokes all day.
Keeps the memories of fear abated
so I can work and function each day.
I can't even think of the horror
I caused to that poor man's family.
But all for a cause that was rewarded
with scars and loss of dignity.
I'm still in a trench each day I'm breathing
shallow breaths and a mind still bleeding.
When will it end, this tortured battle
war was won but I'm still fighting it.
When I die young, give the medal to my loved ones
to sit on a shelf, a token of our accomplishment.
So they can know the great man who won at losing
as a wife-beating drunkard, less than a man
Who had a Purple Heart for a soul.
(Based on a true story)
I sold my soul for a Purple Heart.
I'm not brave, I'm only broken
after using my bayonet to stop a man's heart.
I'm not proud, my lungs are shredded
from Agent O to smokes all day.
Keeps the memories of fear abated
so I can work and function each day.
I can't even think of the horror
I caused to that poor man's family.
But all for a cause that was rewarded
with scars and loss of dignity.
I'm still in a trench each day I'm breathing
shallow breaths and a mind still bleeding.
When will it end, this tortured battle
war was won but I'm still fighting it.
When I die young, give the medal to my loved ones
to sit on a shelf, a token of our accomplishment.
So they can know the great man who won at losing
as a wife-beating drunkard, less than a man
Who had a Purple Heart for a soul.
(Based on a true story)
Written by PoetsRevenge
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\Widows and Orphans
I'll be marching to my local war memorial tomorrow (Sunday 10 Nov) to remember the fallen soldiers of all the conflicts fought and especially those I knew who didn't come home.
There is another sometimes forgotten group who are the bravest of the brave. It is to them I dedicate this work.
Bands play setting marching arms to swing
At the cenotaph, the vicars pray
Old soldiers stand their hymns to sing
Their blazing poppies on display
The widows and orphans side by side
Dignified they silent stand
Loved ones medals worn with pride
Of those who've fallen for this land
Those who with loss live every day
And bear with stoic pride
The awful price that they must pay
Of the love they've been denied
A young blonde girl so sad and shy
Leans close against her mother
A tear drop in her soft blue eye
Arm around her little brother
Theirs a grief that must be borne
Not just upon this day
Soft remembered love they mourn
So savage torn away
As bugle notes fade on the breeze
Two minutes silence spent
Pray for those whose pain won’t cease
Whose grief will not relent
Lest we forget
There is another sometimes forgotten group who are the bravest of the brave. It is to them I dedicate this work.
Bands play setting marching arms to swing
At the cenotaph, the vicars pray
Old soldiers stand their hymns to sing
Their blazing poppies on display
The widows and orphans side by side
Dignified they silent stand
Loved ones medals worn with pride
Of those who've fallen for this land
Those who with loss live every day
And bear with stoic pride
The awful price that they must pay
Of the love they've been denied
A young blonde girl so sad and shy
Leans close against her mother
A tear drop in her soft blue eye
Arm around her little brother
Theirs a grief that must be borne
Not just upon this day
Soft remembered love they mourn
So savage torn away
As bugle notes fade on the breeze
Two minutes silence spent
Pray for those whose pain won’t cease
Whose grief will not relent
Lest we forget
Written by blocat
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Josh said:Thank you PoetsRevenge for your entry, Josh.
If I may ask, how strict is the word count of 150 max? I went a little over and I noticed some of the other entries did too, I had trouble keeping mine any shorter, don't know if I will be able to change it, just wondering if it will disqualify because of it? Thanks, great comp idea..
If I may ask, how strict is the word count of 150 max? I went a little over and I noticed some of the other entries did too, I had trouble keeping mine any shorter, don't know if I will be able to change it, just wondering if it will disqualify because of it? Thanks, great comp idea..
