The Battlefield
By: Michael Vanderhoof
I stare across this empty field, as the sun starts setting low. I hear the rifles and the cannons, of a time so long ago.
I can faintly see the soldiers, on both sides along the field. I see them falling desperately, heaven or hell, their souls to yield.
The sun has now departed, and the day has turned to night. The vision on this empty field, is almost out of sight.
Silence falls upon the field; the victory must be complete. Or does the battle still continue, and both sides fall to defeat?
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Author:
Michael Vanderhoof (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 11th, 2016 21:30
- Comment from author about the poem: This is my only poem about the subject of war... Since this is such a controversial topic, I don't give at any point my own personal opinion, but use ghosts as symbolism to help the reader determine if their point of view on the topic is relevant and in what way. The last stanza says it all... what do you think?
- Category: Gothic
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Comments1
Of war n battle a great commentary poem. Sad and haunting to read.Awesome rhyming too. Kudos.
U r most welcome to comment under my latest poem too . I'm quite a new poet here but have been writing poetry since years and readers enjoyed it elsewhere or got sth from it until I found this site and wish to make new poem pals.
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