Hostilities

Just something I thought of spur of the moment.

A face of empty shadows,

A whisper with no voice.

A cloak without a body,

A blood stained hand without a choice.

 

Miles of empty sorrow,

A wake of pain filled tears.

The land left broken and decayed

And people lost to fear.

 

There’s fire in the distance,

Bursting like starts upon the mounds.

And death’s cold hand crept mournfully

Cracking hard cold ground.

 

The sands have bled this evening.

The land has lost its hope.

By the touch of man it was destroyed,

And lost to nightfall what was known.

 

Reviews

[Bhavya Kaushik]

This is really beautiful!
I loved its subject and central idea...it is very appealing to the readers.

The structure is also very well maintained and the flow is simply flawless :)

Really, a true masterpiece..simple yet so vivid and powerful!

Great work :)


Thanks a lot for sharing your thoughts here with us :)

[Wildecat]

This is an excellent poem, I only hope everyone wakes up before it's too late to save mother earth.

[Alice Crypt; Brittany]

wow, that's deep and good, one of my faves

[im in la la land]

wow that is awesome

[witchestit]

avery nice poem you should write more on the spur of the moment