The blood-soaked field
In the morning light, we march with pride
Our hearts and souls, in battle unified
The enemy stands, in a distant sight
We charge ahead, with all our might
Our swords held high, we clash in rage
The sound of steel, echoes on this stage
Blood spills forth, staining the ground
The smell of death, all around
We fight for glory, for victory and fame
But what we gain, is nothing but shame
As we watch our brothers, fall to the ground
Their cries for mercy, a haunting sound
The battlefield, a sea of red
The dying and wounded, left for dead
Our hearts heavy, with the burden we bear
The reality of war, too much to bear
We return home, scarred and changed
Our souls haunted, by the lives we've claimed
For the rest of our lives, we'll carry the pain
Of the blood-soaked fields, where we were slain
So let this be a warning, to those who seek war
The price of victory, is too much to ignore
The loss of life, the tears and the fears
Are too high a cost, for a cause that disappears.
About this poem
The poem is about the brutal and devastating nature of war. It highlights the emotions and experiences of soldiers who go into battle with pride and determination but ultimately find themselves facing the harsh reality of death and destruction. The poem also emphasizes the heavy toll that war takes on soldiers, both physically and emotionally, as they witness the loss of their comrades and carry the burden of their actions for the rest of their lives. Ultimately, the poem serves as a warning against the glamorization of war and the cost that it exacts on all those involved. more »
Written on May 10, 2023
Submitted by wavemanuscript on May 10, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | AABB CCDD EEDD FFGG XXHH IIJJ |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 983 |
Words | 194 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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