Inspierd by the Last Post and the two minutes silence that follows

A poem about Anne Frank being captured.

Inspired by the difficult times.

My fight with people about me being a dreamer.

A Book of Poetry I decided to start

Sometimes the sun sets.

No one predicted a long road to a shallow grave.

War is pretty easy to understand really.

An everlasting and never ending war between Women and the Men they strive to be equal too.

War is a time when men become dogs of the government and no longer act as men. Unit 731 was such a place--a Japanese experimentation camp during WWII--and I tried to capture the reality of its victims and its doctors and nurses, who were following orders.

Into the human vault we go.

How many lone men will sit as one thousand men die?

the first poem I ever wrote, grade 8 remembrance day almost 6 years ago. Got a great mark and everyone was very impressed. This poem was the poem that started it all.

A fallen solider will never stand again.

Hope has come and here is God who help it to come. My friend ask me to write this.

These are some short thoughts of an African-American. It refers to racial wars going on. Tell me your opinion

Don't ask... just don't ask...

A sonnet in exploration of cosmic irony.

A poem about speaking out agains the horrors of war and the corruption of politics. Please R&R

Remember us When we are gone When all is left but whispers on the wind

My aunt was shot as a child while walking to school with friends by an Ex Vietnam Veteran. I have often tried to understand what motivated him to fire on young children. Here I try to tell his side of the story. R&R I worked hard on this!

How does it feel to watch your loved one leave for war?

On 331 BC, Alexander the Great and his army were confronted by a vast host of Persians led by King Darius. This poem is a narration of that battle.

No gentleman wants to hear eulogies detailing ev'ry hit through skin and skull.

Wanting to be left alone but is continued to be bugged. Will the parent ever learn?