Broken Arrow

poem abour war i guess...

Mortars replace the thunder,

while the shells rain.

Warfare's symphony echoes the landscape.

As black plumes cover the heavens.

Mans senses are raised.

Smelling the perfumed carnage.

Distruction paints its bliss in red.

Brotherhoods forged by gods.

Bodies bleed with lost breath.

Red cross give life,

we take our last.

I never lose my faith,

as I stand my ground.

 

Only to have it taken...

 As I fall to the ground. 

Reviews

[Blade & Blood (The ..]

This poem certainly reflects the thoughts of others, here in America. It's gotta suck when a loved one goes into battle and there's nothing anyone can really do about it. :(

But the narrator of this particular poem seems to prove that when a soldier in battle thinks about how they'll survive or what to do in the middle of gunfire and exploding objects, he or she is usually the first of many to go. The narrator is pondering and thinking too hard about what he sees, what's around him, and it ends in his demise. Just as WWII depicted, the perfect American soldier is a strong (most likely) man with no brain. :P

I really do like this poem, Michael! Like always, your choice of words and metaphors amaze me! I definitely like the title you chose too. "Broken Arrow"... lol Neat! Excellent job!

Ironically Yours, Blade and Blood

[The]

:Mortars replace the thunder,

while the shells rain."

I thought this was a cool line.

[lindsay]

Oh wow. I really like this poem a lot. I do not know why, but it just strikes a chord with me and almost makes me tear up in a way. "Destruction paints it's bliss in red", what a beautifully composed line..with such a message. I love your metaphors and the last four lines of the poem are genius.

[darkgurl]

A Very well written write, so true to, well done.