0 – Poetry

WW1 Poem – Sam H

samh2012 0 - Poetry, 6th Grade Writers

1,2,3,4,1,2,3,4, hut,
Walk and walk and walk, follow the road.
Win or lose, die for your county is pride.
Difficulties come along,
Gas, Gunmen, Mines,
The troubles they go through,
To come back to their family and hug them.
Not all shall come back though.
Many died some lived,
Waiting at the door, for them to come in
Or a man with a telegram to tell you the news
The pain when the men went to war,
But the pain when they didn’t come back.

World War One Poem – Ava

ava2012 0 - Poetry, 6th Grade Writers
World war one was a bloody scene
It brought sadness over waste lands in which bombs rained continuously
Life of humans was disappearing fast, as one after the other fell
Exhaustion was brought over soldiers, begging them to retire to their homes, but they could not give up
Line after line of men marched through countless ditches lined with the blood of their comrades and enemies
Lights streaked across the horizon as explosions echoed in the air
Was this what had to happen to bring a peace that lasted only twenty years?

My War Poem – Ella

ellast2012 0 - Poetry, 6th Grade Writers


The Inside Story Of The War-

Our legs feel like lead,  though we must keep going on,
Marching, marching, in straight lines,
Our friends, our family, all gone.
Houses and towns in fire behind
Hundreds of dead
They never seem to end.
The war is still raging all around us,
But we must keep going on, through the mud
My friend lays almost dead next to me
He is drowning in the green gas,
Failing and grabbing at his throat.
He did not get on his mask
My friend falls taking in his last breath;
My only companion I ever had in this war.
The blood, the sweat, the horror is everywhere,
I can not see though any of it,
I wish this could not happen to me.
As I climb in the trench and fall asleep
I slip away into the past.
I saw the day when we left,
The images were terrible
Husbands have to leave their newborn sons
Wifes clinging on to them until the last moment
Children crying as they let go of their father’s hand,
Their fingertips touched, then gone forever
They do not know it would be the last time
I remember seeing cloths waving as we left,
The final embraces they would ever give.
I was woken to the present by the bombs,
The shrieking and echoing of them flying through the sky.
The cries of the wounded and dying,
The moaning and groaning,
Screaming for help and aid.
No one comes to help
No one ever does
They are left there,
Until the last time they take a breath
People around me all in shellshock
Screaming, Trembling,
Grabbing onto our shirts, pleading
For what?
I do not know
Maybe for help and home
It makes me wonder,
What has this world become?
Brothers fighting brothers,
Even fathers fighting their own sons.
We come home, though all we get is sadness,
Children looking for fathers that would never come home,
Crying, Crying looking at his tomb
Daughters have to grow up without fathers
Only to live with their mothers
The trauma of the war,
Always behind our eyes,
It never leaves your side.
Why do we do it?
What do we get from it?
Only death, sadness and sorrow
They do not know what we have been through, only we do.

World War 1 Poem – Zack

zack2012 0 - Poetry, 6th Grade Writers

I am running running, must get to the trenches.
The bullets are missing me. I am lucky.
Then, crack!
I feel my blood soak my shirt a bullet is in my back.
I would scream but I am too weak.
I think of my family alone. My son waiting for a father never to come home.
I cry.
No.
This can’t happen.
I must survive, for my son.
I start to crawl the pain is horrible.
I have never been happy to see smoke.
Now I am, the smoke hides me.
I can’t see, I will die.
No! I can’t think like that.
I will return.
I keep crawling.
finally there’s the trench.
I crawl in and scream.
Then I allow myself to cry.