Hi everyone,

Poetry. It is an art that is used to communicate emotion and thought. Today I would like to share with you a poem that I created inspired by a book I am reading at the moment called War Nurse. War Nurse is about a youngish girl who when there was possibility of a war breaking out, she trained and signed up to become a VAD. A VAD is basically a nurse who works at a hospital that the injured soldiers who have come from war are transported to to be treated and looked after. My poem will be in the style of Verse. With this poem, the name tells you all you need to know about how it works. It is a shortish piece that consists of about 3 or 4 verses of writing conveying strong emotion or great description. Metaphors and similes are mostly what takes up the space of verses as poems are all usually filled with these sorts of writing techniques.


This is what I came up with. It is called Soldiers of War.




Brother, son, father, husband,                                                                                                                                                                   Burned in the flames of revenge,                                                                                                                                                             Fear still frozen on his grey, lifeless face,                                                                                                                                               Like footprints in pure white snow.


Unable to turn back,                                                                                                                                                                                   A man in Moss green felt,                                                                                                                                                                           Fedora atop his head,                                                                                                                                                                                   Thinks of the easy days,                                                                                                                                                                               That lay. Firmly in his past,                                                                                                                                                                         While piercing gun shots fire,                                                                                                                                                                     Exploding from the wooden barrel of the enemy’s death machine.                                                                                                   A single tear rolls down his face,                                                                                                                                                               As he thinks of his wife and children.


His sad eyes cut deep,                                                                                                                                                                                   Slicing through my heart                                                                                                                                                                             Like a butcher’s knife,                                                                                                                                                                                 Cutting through rancid meat.


Soldiers of war,                                                                                                                                                                                             Knights marching bravely across the chess board,                                                                                                                                Nearing checkmate.


The point of no return.


Poppies crushed,                                                                                                                                                                                           Under their strong armour,                                                                                                                                                                         Innocent ruby gems,                                                                                                                                                                                     Amongst utter chaos.



I strongly recommend this book to anyone who likes a great, interesting read or who likes historical fiction books because this book is basically just that. It gives great description which is why I got inspired by this book to create that poem you just read.  You can find it at the library in, like i said before, the historical fiction section or the section on war.

I hope you have enjoyed reading my post and I encourage you to read watch out for any of my new posts on my Passion Project because I have nearly finished it, but for now, Bye!


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