Once a soul's fire is put out, it may never light again...

Why are you running? Who are you running from? And who exactly is the bad guy?

The recollections of an old freedom fighter.

A poem that describes the horrors of destruction in war in my own words.

I hope you enjoy some poetry from my head.

A war veteran explains the truth of war.

The shells fall, and we are left shells of men.

Leaves flap violently in the gusts of wind. A man from the kingdom below shuts his door as the angry storm above wages on, for, even in the seemingly peaceful sky, there is war.

A (very) brief look into a vast history of war, as seen from two soldiers. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!

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A poem about the military and how soldiers are manipulated by those in power to create and destroy.

a poem about how history will repeat itself

I've met nothing else that makes my blood boil.

The musings of a longsword.

Las batallas son uno de los sucesos mas sadicos y tristes del ser humano. Muchos cuentan lo que es, otros dicen como piensan que sera. Pero nada mejor que ver la historia ante los ojos de la victima. Acompañarle hasta que gane o su mirada se apage por siempre.

in memory of all Vietnam veterans to an unjust war

Choose to be something more or something less, only time will tell.

An old chapel was damaged during a drawn-out war that recently ended. All that remains are the ruins and a coming snowstorm.

This poem is about receiving justice. Reviews are welcome.

When I was 13 years old I had to write a poem for remembrance day and read it to the class. It was very well received and I was shocked by the praise. It was the first time I shared anything I had written and about the time I started to really get serious about writing. So I thought I would share the poem that started it all :) Enjoy!

A dead soldier's tale, told in his point of view. A poem of his fights and his death

A short poem about Alexander the Great.

A poem in the memory of those who died in past, present and future wars

Thousands of men were left to die, the angel me can't help but cry.

Poems to those in the war.