Blood spattered,
Hearts shattered.
Love is weakness,
And dreams disastrous.
Knives planted in hearts,
Daisies thrown and plunged as darts.
Pride has long been replaced,
With hunched backs
And footsteps in haste.
They used to carry their arrows,
And stand tall as steadfast heroes.
But they've been at war far too long,
They couldn't take it anymore,
The loathe that came with being strong.
I see they've lost the colour in their eyes,
This world is all they despise.
And how can I blame them?
Sitting in bars,
Suffering from alcholosim.
Filling their void,
Of all the darkness they saw,
With cold and hatred that's raw.
They've sacrificed,
And fought in wars we'd never dare to cross
Without giving up throughout their loss.
But I feel I need to express my gratitude,
To all these fallen warriors,
Without you,
This world would still be filled with
Unbreakable barriers.
You've fought,
And now you dream of the blood,
But even if they don't see you for who you are,
You've met perfection to the par.
Youre no fallen warrior in my eyes,
You're a soldier that served without a blink.
And a soldier,
Is what you will stay.
~n.s
(A/n: This poem is basically to all the soldiers who went to war, and I just need to express my gratitude. It can be haunting returning from war, even if it was 60 years ago or last year, I just wanna say thank you for serving your country with pride. Your bravery is greatly admired by me. To all the people in the army, and also to the people who have family in the army, I just wanna say thank you for being strong when the world couldnt. And the title of the poem is contradicatory, some will see soldiers as fallen warriors, but in the last stanza of this poem i stated that soldiers arent actually fallen heroes, but true heroes and brave. Soldiers are truly heroic!
What did you think of this poem? I was trying to rhyme it a little more than all my other poems. I like trying out different writing styles, please let me know what you think of it. I never rhyme in any of my poems, is that a bad thing or do you like it? Please let me know in the comment section how you feel about me not always rhyming, do you think I should rhyme more, or do you think I should do a little bit of both?
Xoxo,
Nikita)
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