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Arts & Humanities: Poetry: “Question: War poetry ? I'm looking for the best war poems . Please introduce me best war poet you've ever heard or red.?” plus 5 more

Arts & Humanities: Poetry: “Question: War poetry ? I'm looking for the best war poems . Please introduce me best war poet you've ever heard or red.?” plus 5 more


Question: War poetry ? I'm looking for the best war poems . Please introduce me best war poet you've ever heard or red.?

Posted: 01 Aug 2016 02:06 PM PDT

This is one of the best I read.
It's short too which makes it better.

Armies in the Fire

The lamps now glitter down the street;
Faintly sound the falling feet;
And the blue even slowly falls
About the garden trees and walls.

Now in the falling of the gloom
The red fire paints the empty room:
And warmly on the roof it looks,
And flickers on the back of books.

Armies march by tower and spire
Of cities blazing, in the fire;
Till as I gaze with staring eyes,
The armies fall, the lustre dies.

Then once again the glow returns;
Again the phantom city burns;
And down the red-hot valley, lo!
The phantom armies marching go!

Blinking embers, tell me true
Where are those armies marching to,
And what the burning city is
That crumbles in your furnaces!

Robert Louis Stevenson

Question: What do you think of my new poem?

Posted: 01 Aug 2016 11:22 AM PDT

You feel as if you might be dying inside
Like all these demons have come and drained your life
You just don't know who you are anymore
Always feeling like you have to settle some score
I remember the man you used to be
Always smiling and so care free
Now you just don't know where to go
What happened to that man I'll never know

But when the last door is closing you can find a window open. And no matter what you may be going through I will always follow you when your times are getting tough and you feel you've had enough when you're scared and don't know what to do I'll always follow you

Lately it's like we have drifted apart
Everything inside you is getting dark
You tell me that your fine but I don't believe your lies
Give me back the boy I knew
He's still there somewhere inside of you
I kno you feel so alone
And your heart is turning cold
But don't give in to what they say
I'll help you push the demons away

Question: How do you like my poem about August ?

Posted: 31 Jul 2016 03:56 PM PDT

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