The Fallen

[MILITARYMAN]

Hail all warriors
Heres a poem for your reading pleasure or to use on your site if you wish.Its my own creation and i think its quite good enjoy

The Fallen by MILITARYMAN


As the myst did lift on the morning breeze
And ten thousand eyes first met
A sense of fear swelled in their hearts
For all new by the sunset
The moon would come to claim the dead
As the victors drink and feast
Her silver light shimmers on the fallen
Like silver tears she weeps
But for those who fought and died so well
With honour courage and glory
Ask not for pitty or silver tears
But for sons to tell their story
See they long to sit with belly full
With love ones being merry and gay
But they chose to fight
For there king and there crown
And the ultimate price they did pay
Now they lie where they fell
Bloodspatterd and torn
Amongst freinds and foes alike
See soldiers are men
Who in life choose to fight
But in death they embrace
They unite.


God bless the dead
Long live the brave
We shall remember
The fallen

Dedicated to all men of war past and present by MM

[Wellington]

I like your poem. Very good prose. My only caveat would be in that it appears to glorify war.

My own favourite is W. Owens famous eulogy on the First World War. Very anti-war, very anti-politics. It says it all.


The Parable of the Old Man and the Young


So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father,
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb, for this burnt-offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps,
And builded parapets and trenches there,
And stretchèd forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo an Angel called him out of heaven,
Saying, Lay not they hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him, thy son.
Behold Caught in a thicket by its horns,
A Ram. Offer the Ram of Pride instead.

But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.


Lt Wilfred Owen (March 18, 1893 - November 4, 1918)


Owen was killed in action, storming the Oise-Sambre canal in Belgium, just 7 days before the termination of hostilities.

His parents received the War Office telegram, notifying them of their sons death, on the same day the church bells all over Britain where ringing out news of the armistace.

How poignant.

[Doom Train]

Nice poems

[The Wizard]

Wow, I admire your talents as a poet... impressive

I find it hard and tedious to make 'poems' as simple as rhymes... but that's just me. I prefer normal texts over poems. But you really have a talent for it

[Gregoshi]

Very nice MM. You should post this over in the Story - Mead Hall forum.

Welcome to the Org's War Poetry 101 Wizzy. Can you tell we are all prose at this?

[MILITARYMAN]

Fair comment wellington m8
But the moral of the poem is not to glorify war
It is in fact that we should never forget the ultimate sacrifice.That men made for there beliefs or country be them right or wrong.
Pollatitions make wars........soldiers die for them.......
They are not natural born enemys...........And when the fighting is done........They all lie together.......DEAD

[Kraellin]

greg, i'm really going to have to have a serious talk with you some day about these puns ;)

nice stuff, guys.

if i can ever resurrect my old amiga, i'll pull the old bard files from within. some poignant and humorous stuff on there...somewhere.

K.

[MILITARYMAN]

Lo all

You can find more of my stuff in the story_meadhall forum