Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!
Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com    Poems On Site: 198,500+   Comments On Poems: 427,000+   Forum Posts: 105,000+
Custom Search
  Welcome ! Home  ·  FAQ  ·  Topics  ·  Web Links  ·  Your Account  ·  Submit Poetry  ·  Top 30  ·  OldSite Link 10-November 10:46:23 AEST  
  Menu
  Home
· Micks Shop
· Our eBay Store· Error Submit
 Poetry
· Submit Poetry
· Least Read Poems
· Topics
· Members Listing
· Old Site Post 2001
· Old Site Pre 2001
· Poetry Archive
· Public Domain Poetry
 Stories
· Stories (NEW ! )
· Submit Story
· Story Topics
· Stories Archive
· Story Search
  Community
· Our Poetry Forums
· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

  Site Help
· FAQ
· Feedback

  Members Areas
· Your Account
· Members Journals
· Premium Sign-Up
  Premium Section
· Special Section
· Premium Poems
· Premium Submit
· Premium Search
· Premium Top
· Premium Archive
· Premium Topics
 Fun & Games

· Jokes
· Bubble Puzzle
· ConnectN
· Cross Word
· Cross Word Easy
· Drag Puzzle
· Word Hunt
 Reference
· Dictionary
· Dictionary (Rhyming)
· Site Updates
· Content
· Special Content
 Search
· Search
· Web Links
· All Links
 Top
· Top 30
  Help This Site
· Donations
 Others
· Recipes
· Moderators
Our Other Sites
· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

  Social

Of War

Contributed by slayer_015 on Monday, 17th May 2004 @ 08:51:04 PM in AEST
Topic: war



Carrion birds flood the bruised sky,
Like the thunderous clouds of an augurs',
Ominous visions.
They have come to feed,
To feast on the proud flesh of youth,
Left decaying on the mirthless breast,
Of their estranged mother.

They,who were once so vibrant,
They,who were once so vigilant,
They,who were filled with the lucid,
Ideals of their callowness.
They,who were beautiful.

The battle has now ended for their tired souls,
They will now rest,
No more can they give,
Sons and daughters,
Fathers and mothers,
Rest now in the arms of his glory,
You too belong to the ages,
Rest now,
Rest.

The unceasing recollection of their sacrifice,
Will haunt those of us left to toil on,
To clear the greyness of their missed, Embrace.
To rear their children,
These things we shall do,
With heavy hearts,always questioning.

I speak of war,
I cry for the lost,
These childern of our bosom,
I cry for them,
I cry to their needless demise,
I cry to you great father of the west,
How much longer must we wait,
Their souls cry to you from the vastness,
Shoo away the carrion birds,
End the endless,
Quiet the warmongers.




Copyright © slayer_015 ... [ 2004-05-17 20:51:04]
(Date/Time posted on site)





Advertisments:






Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem


 
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.
Re: Of War (User Rating: 1 )
by AnGeL_M on Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 01:18:04 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
This Is So Sad But Written With Perfection !!!!!!
Masterfully Written Brian :-) Keep Em Coming
******LoVe**AnGeL*******
****************************


Re: Of War (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Thursday, 8th July 2004 @ 12:39:03 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
amazing write.




While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com