Silence in the poppy fields
Men were trudging through wet mud
Whilst the poppies were sprouting.
Screams, shouts, cries from poor souls
As the poppies began to grow.
Confused horses running-running
And poppy stalks were rising quickly.
Guns, bullets and bombs ready to be shot
When poppies were swaying in the wind.
Soldiers fell in the mud
And poppies rose in the heavy rain.
Bombs spilled out of the sky
And the poppies stopped to listen.
Children were taken away from their families
And the poppies were ready to show off their colours.
Soldiers’ parents having sleepless nights
As poppies ate all the light.
We used to play together all day
And to not know if he’s alive
Makes my heart beat out of its chest
Is he alive? Or dead…
The poppies are now fully grown
And the war is won.
The world is peaceful
And there is finally silence in the poppy fields.
I Remember The Day
The colossal bombs dropping on the soft sand,
I feel rigid, muddy trench walls.
Menacing guns firing at the soldiers,
I could hear screaming, shouting and crying.
And then all of a sudden,
I could hear aeroplanes in the dark deadly sky.
I could see gas over the horizon.
Sad soldiers terrified for their lives.
I could see flying bombs shouting out of the aeroplanes.
Souring through the sky like eagles.
The aeroplanes were so deadly
One of them nearly took out 1000 people.
I remember the day he went away.
A heart wrenching time for us all.
I remember the good times playing in the sand.
On the beach not those dark bloody dunes.
The Anonymous Names But Famous Deeds
I am a soldier
People are bloody
I hate my job
But must do it!
I pull the trigger on poor souls
Who traded their lives
For their country’s call
But must do it!
On my letters I write “Must be sadly sincere”
I can see my friends lying dead
I can touch bloody mud
Why did the war start?
But must do it!
I lie on the cold hard floor
Becoming as angry as hell’s fire
BANG! Why do I have to stay vigilant?
But must do it!
I remember the days that we used to play
Sticks, blocks. Cards – you name it.
I remember the joyous times
When he learned how to walk
Such good times washed away.
Every letter is nerve racking to answer
Why was he sent away?
My poor son
Please come back…..Alive
Is he wounded?
Is he upset?
Or even…. is he dead?
I hate not knowing how he is
Where is he?
My Friend – The Soldier
Unboxing bullets into the barrel of the gun
Gas on the horizon – there was fighting.
Gunshots and screaming
They were ringing in my ears.
Horses moaning and dogs barking
Rats running wildly through trenches
Disease and squealing
Is this the end of the world?
I remember the time we drank lemonade
And played and played in the sun.
And hide and seek, those were the
Days that I loved.
I wonder if he’s ok – if he is hurt or not
Who knows? , I am – I got sent back
Which is sad because
I wanted to be with my best friend,
UNTIL THE END.
STORIES OF WAR
Can you hear me?
The bombs are falling,
All I hear are the sounds of war.
Do you see it all?
The tanks, the fire, the bombs, the guns, the bullets, the cruel barbed wire.
Can you hear the whistling of the bombs and the clashing of the tanks?
The nightmare of war enveloped us as we marched further beyond the lines.
The stains of red muck and fallen bodies.
Planes running through the air,
People shouting for cover.
I hear my parent’s voices as the war grows on.
Our love for you never ends.
Come home and never leave again
Bombs are zooming rapidly across the land,
Grey clouds are swirling in the sky.
Soldiers feel heart- wrenched,
As they think of the family they left behind.
Quickly the soldiers run,
Holding the guns belligerently.
Once they shoot they feel as hard as rocks,
Wishing they weren’t here.
I remember when he was a child,
Throwing humungous teddy bears.
I never thought he’d go,
But he has,
He’s headed for the dingy trenches.
I am desperate for news,
I haven’t heard back.
Why did you separate us?
Life is never fair!
Will I return to my home?
I could see the haunting barbed wire, banging bullets
Firing across the battlefield;
Broken boats in the murky water,
Soldiers struggling to put on the clumsy helmets.
I was frightened and confused,
Tears falling down my face as fast as a cheetah.
I felt anxious, missing my family
Wondering if I will ever reach home again.
I was tearful that he would never come home.
I remember his cheerful smile and sparkling eyes
But is he still alive?
Worrying about him left me feel heart –broken,
Disturbed me in my emotional sleep at night,
Dreaming that he comes back all right.
THE BOISTEROUS BLOOD WAR
It was a damp, dark night
Bombs were flying everywhere
Shallow, ragged breaths were held
Horrific marching frightened poor souls.
Planes soared over the battleground
Screaming and shouting throughout the night
The endless wail of sirens in the distance
Hearts throbbing at the sight of the dead.
Silent screaming faces contorted with pain
Endless planes soaring the skies
Shaking hands pull muddy triggers
Blood everywhere and no sign of life except from poppies.
I am a murderer, a pilot shooting down everything in sight
I have killed so many and will never forget the men I killed
At last the war was won
We will always remember the soldiers and pilots that risked their lives for us.
HELL is waiting!
The air is as tense as a terrified boy,
A plank being lowered shattered the silence,
Footsteps echoed through the night,
As the first bullets ripped through the air…
The death as endless as hell’s fire,
The soldiers are fighting without any hope,
Bullets ripping everything in their paths,
Bombs creating massive craters in the dark dunes!
A hailstorm of bullets rained down,
Drawing dotted lines over my fellow soldiers,
Instantly expunging them,
This is a massive death frenzy.
He used to overwhelm me with joy and fun,
A happy time for us all,
He used to laugh all day long,
Now he is probably shouting, screaming and crying.
A World of Despair
Can you hear the loud, whistling bombs?
Spraying mud into my eyes and mouth?
Exploding buildings and monuments;
Exploding my friends!
Can you see the tanks?
Churning up the mud and grass,
Attacking each other,
Destroying everything in their path!
Children running, children screaming,
Calling to their friends,
Seeing tanks like monsters,
Their sorrowful shouts and cries.
I remember the days we used to play,
With plastic blocks and dolls,
You used to bounce me on your knee,
Happy as a summer’s day.
Remember the sandcastles we used to build,
With plastic cups and spoons,
Remember the days when it snows,
The biggest snowball fights.
Will you come home this year?
Will we have a snowball fight?
Will we build sandcastles in the summer?
Don’t keep us waiting so please come home.
The Nightmare That Is War
Thunder storms of bullets rained down
Bombs greeted us as we rushed off the boats
Soggy brown boots limped on without hesitating
The rain blinding everything.
We raced to the untrustworthy trenches
The muddy walls the only thing between death.
Hatred washed over everything
Gas was dropped but we stood our ground.
I could smell the acrid blood wafting on the air
Small fires raged and spat
I could hear screams of the fallen
Crying, shouting, cursing.
I could see bombs, metal balls of destruction
Falling and killing, screeching and whistling.
I could feel the grasping hand
The sand in my eyes and the upsetting scenes
It truly was an awful fight.
I remember when he used to play
To run and jump and shout and crawl
But I never thought he’d crawl among death
I will miss that good-hearted smile
And those chubby hands he used to grasp
But I never thought he would grasp a gun
I will miss every bit of my little soldier.