war poem

as i walk the screlching follows me

as i talk with jim

then gas! it chokes 1,2 or 3

as i stumble through the dim

everybody hates this war

but its got to be done

but its just a bore

we gotta do it to please our mums                                                               

the an explosion of red

burts our drums

i wish i was back in bed

i wish we were back, with our mums

BY OSCAR

The cold killer

The crystals crept under the wire.

A silent killer slowly advancing,

In our boots,

On our faces,

Tiny shrapnel shards tearing at tissue and flesh.

An unseeable fight between moisture and cold,

Blackened toes, waiting to fall off.

Blue noses and creeping cold.

This is what every soldier in the trenches fears.

Frostbite really does bite.                                    

 

“Straight up and over, men!”

The general’s call, muffled.

The pitiful soldiers trudged,

Where no man should stand.

They were like fans in a stadium,

Like hairs on a head,

Like seeds in the field

Where no man should stand.

 

A faint whistle, above their ears;

Gas, gas, could it be?

The greatest fear is approaching,

Where no man should stand.

 

The fumbling, a little too late;

The oxygen, a little too corrupted;

The bodies, a little too crowded,

Where no man should land.

Re-crafted version of the trenches byTali

Re-crafted version of the trenches

Revolting beasts scurry along the the muddy ground,

feeding on dead human flesh they become gigantic,

imagine these creatures lurking around.

Having to maintain an upright position for hours in the ice cold water,

the soldiers go through extreme foot pruning rotting their feet they struggle.

Constantly traipsing up and down,

the knee deep squelching mud swallows their boots.

Tired,starving,

at least they got food,

but delicious nutritious is not what they got and when they got food they got food they did not get a lot,

tiny rations of stone hard biscuits and puke worthy canned meat,

and the stone hard biscuits were not very sweet.

Would you like  these disgusting rats crawling around?

Would you like the dreaded trench foot pruning your feet until you can not walk no more?

Would you like not to have very little food and no energy?

Would you like to live in the trenches?

No neither would I.

The Silent Killer.

 

The Silent Killer:

 

Lies; they tell,

Horrible deceitful lies,

For one cannot comprehend,

what we see through our eyes.

Endless days of constant firing

They’ve turned you into a murderer,

The weapons seize every chance,

But worst of all,

The silent killer.

 

Amongst the catastrophe and rubble,

A faint whistling is heard,

Like a graceful song,

Amid the struggle,

“Shhh” whispers,

The silent killer.

 

The soft song ceases,

Followed by a gentle thud,

Spilling out (what seems like) endless smoke,

A wave of yellow,

Slowly, silently making it’s mark,
"Shhh" whispers,
The silent killer.
 

Shouts, yells,

The fumbling chaos,

Masks flying everywhere,

This is what it causes,

“Shhh” whispers,

The silent killer.
 

Flustering, screaming,

A man with no mask,

Burning his skin,

Igniting his insides.

The guns cackling,

Nothing compared to this,

He’s slowly decaying,

Surrounded by the wave of yellow,

This is what is causes,

The lies they told us,

Belonging to,

The silent killer.

 

 

 

Gas

The profusion of gold hovered above the surroundings

As shards of shrapnel, exploded, sputtering out splinters
It’s laugh, cackled, sharp and proud

 

Lifeless limbs stretched out, blood thick like honey

Skin screeched out in despair

Begging for pain to stop, as it gets scorched by contact

 

Lungs wither from the inside, filling up with liquid

Soldiers drown, suffocating, eyes rolled back

Thought that war was an adventure

 

A journey, destiny, all craving for power

The truth was false, all lies

Gas hisses, watching men from afar,

As it guffaws, smirking, seeing them cry

war poem

as i walk the screlching follows me

as i talk with jim

then gas! it chokes 1,2 or 3

as i stumble through the dim

everybody hates this war

but its got to be done

but its just a bore

we gotta do it to please our mums                                                               

the an explosion of red

burts our drums

i wish i was back in bed

i wish we were back, with our mums

BY OSCAR

war poem

there was silence at night for a bit but then there was a bloodthirsty cry after the rattle of the guns it sounded deep like from the depths of hell the smoke burnt like fire on your flesh and the terrible screams like the scream of a kettle then silence...

Gas

Smothering smoothies frosting lives as rapid as a hawk,

If one’s gas mask is being a stubborn lock,

They will perish by frightening frost,

Custard cold air tickling their innocent throats, they are now lost.

Terrifying slither coming from different levels the air has to offer,

Everyone is as scared as a sinner in a cyclone, they are full of negative proffer,

Hearts full of hatred being strangled like wire,

Sinister cold gas making their nauseous nostrils turn into fire.

Coughing crooks we are now,

Slowly thumping on not so green ground with a frown,

Falling onto the battlefield straight into God’s hands,

Life is over, we had so many plans.

- Ibs

fog of green

fog of green

GAS!!! put your masks on

all the other boys have got their leather masks on

I can’t let the oxygen out

my eyes begin to burn

i fumble through the thick green fog  

i lose my breath

i breathe out and in

my lungs begin to fill

i feel the blood itching up my throat

i vomit it out

i begin to fade

as i fall into the swirling darkness;

death

by Jack

the breathing corpse

                                       The breathing corpse

crawl out of the crammed trench, carrying the only hope -

creep like a snake and ready for the surprise...

Attack! Attack!

guns' mouth widened and laughed-

grenade roared and shells whistled with delight,

No, no! enemies returned full fire!

suddenly dirt,dust filled the air-

cannons, bombs deafened my ears-

but the worst of all,

gas, the devil in our heart.

we struggled with the gas mask with all the strength,

stumbled blindly in the desert, as it drag me down,

eyes widen,skin burning and lifeless...

next moment, l was on my back coughing like a crone,

lying on the mud,

A breathing corpse.

by

evan

war words poem.

splotch splotch splotch

scwelch scwelch scwelch

wading through the mud

then all of a sudden BELCH!

oh sorry lads the corpral said

last night i slept in a mud bed

we keep on wading through the sloppy

doppy muck.then POW one of the lads

drops dead, take cover! yelled the corporal!

protect your head! all picked off one by one

it was not fun fun fun.

scar at the heart (updated)

You look down the blood infested trench

men with dead lifeless eyes

you fix your silver teeth

you feel pain coming

millions of metal teeth chewing at any thing it it can find

your home floods with death

you see all people around you getting chewed up it to chunks

COUNTER ATTACK!!!!!

you jump over the wall

step over the the souls of your brothers

limbs everywhere

the man in front of you disappears into the storm of shrapnel

will you be next

you move forward  

you can hear the creaks of machine guns

and then the screams of innocent men dieing

something lands in front of you

GRENADE!!!

you throw it back it blows up

kills the enemy

you keep moving

more souls

you fall into shell hole someone is there

he cries and runs

you hear his scream

some one else plummets through the fire   

his eyes are empty his face is empty

DEAD!!!

you look over the the ditch

limbs hanging like the weekend washing

but the the colours havent been separated

you feel your head spinning

you run

you shoot

you infiltrate

BEHIND YOU!!!

he runs at you

he stops and stands their

you hear a bang

blood flies out of his head

more men arrived  

you never forget this

it is a scar at the heart

by jack horsnell

My Heart Of Diamond

My Heart Of Diamond

My heart burns like eternal fire

Forver lasting; tis my heart of diamond

Here on the treacherous land,

people come and go

If I die tonight,

I will show my faith and loyalty,

Here is my signal,

my heart of diamond will forever stay

No matter if my ashes hiss,

no matter if my soul shatters

I will always be there,

my heart of diamond

7 ( updated)

7

One.

Two.

Always Two.

To make sure.

1

Playback

 Ringing shots spiralling through the hazy air

Dead trees curling cruel limbs

Mud mingling with the empty corpses

Shells and shrapnel thudding to the ground 

Slippery underfoot

Water and Blood

2

Remember

 Bony, redraw fingers trembling on clacking needles

Bulging muscles tense on the plough horses hard mouth

Laughter through rotting teeth

Satisfaction through starving debt

3

Ordeal

Faces fading..

Decisions trailing..

Tear tracks..

Into the black.

FEAR

4

FEAR

BONE CLAWS

DEMON FACES

BARING TEETH

5

Release

Penetration

Misty fog ripped apart like sinewy cloth

Veins chuckled, air chased

6

Appreciation

Choices?

Yes

Appreciation?

No

Hardly

7 

Welcome.

By Abby

Painting of depression

Silence, a chess board of white crosses. 

Disgusted by how many dead bodies lay beneath their toes. 

Dirt, blanketing itself over wooden cages, containing rotting souls. 

The remains, a frozen painting of a face upon them. Shell shocked, apprehensive over everthing. The children, “ Where’s dad”, the mother “He’s gone to a better place”. 

Her sweet face struggling not to collapse of emotion. 

Her daughter’s eyes gazing into hers, the’re like a galaxy of stars. 

Gently stroking her head, a tear is ripped from her eye. 

Silence, A painting of depression is left to reflect on.

over the top

here in this hole, essex is far away

mud and lead landing all across this land

but we hope to come home some day

with nothing but a bayonet and rifle in my hand

every day looking at that small strip of mud

every day on the firestep we stand

the trenches ankle deep in blood

us all wishing not to go over the top

but that day is upon us

and for many liv