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"I'll come back for you."
A heartfelt promise, written with care
Meaningful words now lost in the air.
Their wings melted, so they fell from the sky.
No time for prayers, just a silent goodbye.
Those brave souls flew too close to the sun
Under mans hand, their final act was done.
The surviving pilots arose from the ruins.
There's no more room for crying tears,
The loved ones of the fallen are here.
"The pain is still in veiw."
Remembering. It hurts.
Those brave men were once so naive and pure.
Laughter and smiles, so much to live for.
Cheeks glowing red, rushing fast through the streets,
Sweat streamed faces and rapid heart beats.
Going back further,
To first breaths, first steps, first words.
Now, never to be experienced, never to again be heard.
As for those alive?
Their brothers in arms are dead.
They have blood on each hand,
Left alone, repeating words that were said
Having to readjust to the laws of the land
With only fading memories of good times
And tear stained photos and letters.
For sometimes, eachothers company isn't enough to make better,
The scars of loss.
When the war is over, leaving behind fallout,
And everything moves on, no longer the same
Everyones abandoned with their own doubt
Leaving them with only someone to blame.
There's no need for crying tears,
The casualties of war are still here.
"Whats there left to do?"
Now, hardly anyone remembers.
Blood was shed, lives were lost
Yet with this decaying nest, it's been forgotten, our cost.
Today, age is our enemy.
There's no more time for crying tears
Our veterans wont be here.
Their comrades lives burst into flame,
But, like a phoenix, lived again,
Through memories of loved ones, this cant be framed.
The second cycle is coming to its bend.
Our old, broken winged warriors are nearing the end.
The best we can do, to honour them all?
Never, ever let the memories fall.
We will always remember and never forget,
The humanity sacrificed, lives given, our everlasting debt.
There's no more time for crying tears.
"Im still here."
Chloe Grey
A heartfelt promise, written with care
Meaningful words now lost in the air.
Their wings melted, so they fell from the sky.
No time for prayers, just a silent goodbye.
Those brave souls flew too close to the sun
Under mans hand, their final act was done.
The surviving pilots arose from the ruins.
There's no more room for crying tears,
The loved ones of the fallen are here.
"The pain is still in veiw."
Remembering. It hurts.
Those brave men were once so naive and pure.
Laughter and smiles, so much to live for.
Cheeks glowing red, rushing fast through the streets,
Sweat streamed faces and rapid heart beats.
Going back further,
To first breaths, first steps, first words.
Now, never to be experienced, never to again be heard.
As for those alive?
Their brothers in arms are dead.
They have blood on each hand,
Left alone, repeating words that were said
Having to readjust to the laws of the land
With only fading memories of good times
And tear stained photos and letters.
For sometimes, eachothers company isn't enough to make better,
The scars of loss.
When the war is over, leaving behind fallout,
And everything moves on, no longer the same
Everyones abandoned with their own doubt
Leaving them with only someone to blame.
There's no need for crying tears,
The casualties of war are still here.
"Whats there left to do?"
Now, hardly anyone remembers.
Blood was shed, lives were lost
Yet with this decaying nest, it's been forgotten, our cost.
Today, age is our enemy.
There's no more time for crying tears
Our veterans wont be here.
Their comrades lives burst into flame,
But, like a phoenix, lived again,
Through memories of loved ones, this cant be framed.
The second cycle is coming to its bend.
Our old, broken winged warriors are nearing the end.
The best we can do, to honour them all?
Never, ever let the memories fall.
We will always remember and never forget,
The humanity sacrificed, lives given, our everlasting debt.
There's no more time for crying tears.
"Im still here."
Chloe Grey
The first poem I wrote, that I was really proud of, was about the war. Ever since then, I still seem to get drawn back into writing about it.
I was asked to write a poem by a friend, about the war. In paticular the pilots during the battle of Britain and how in the present, the airfield and planes are in decay and our veterans are dying. At the time of writing this, there was only one left in a certain air division.
It can be easy to forget about the humanity of all soldiers, especially when it was so long ago, but I feel this is something we have to remember.
So this poem is for all those in war.
We cannot let their spirits die.
I was asked to write a poem by a friend, about the war. In paticular the pilots during the battle of Britain and how in the present, the airfield and planes are in decay and our veterans are dying. At the time of writing this, there was only one left in a certain air division.
It can be easy to forget about the humanity of all soldiers, especially when it was so long ago, but I feel this is something we have to remember.
So this poem is for all those in war.
We cannot let their spirits die.
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