41. The Man He Killed
Famous Poem
Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have set us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!
Famous Poem
Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have set us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!
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Amidst the desert sands dawnings just begun,
battle rages on, bombing veils the rising sun.
A boy not yet a man holds a picture to his heart
of loved ones not forgotten though oceans keep them apart.
War has never been a better way to resolve conflicts but peace. For while war leave people displaced, maimed and killed, peace sure does the reverse. This poem is so touching. I love it.
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When you wake up in the morning or stay up nights on end,
Know that your sister is here till the very end.
When you gather your equipment and grasp your gun,
Know that you're loved, brother, uncle, son.
My brother left when I was 10 years old, and I didn't know what life had in store for me. A few months after my grandma died from lung cancer, he left. Some people don't know what it feels...
He stands tall
He stands proud
In a foreign country
Among a foreign crowd
Best poem I've read since I've been on the group. You are very close to my style and War is something I've been close enough to write about. Really moving poem you have written here and clear...
My darling, words cannot say
How proud I am of you today.
You're beautiful, courageous, good, and strong.
Taking up the cause to right the wrongs
This poem has risen my emotions, i have shed tears as i scrolled down the lines. However thank you for reminding me of my fallen soldier brother, Simbwa, who died of multiple injuries just...
When I first came into this world,
You could not be there.
But Mommy promised every night
That you would always care.
My dad was killed weeks before I came into the world and only days before the horrible war ended, so he never knew the child he was expecting was a girl. I would give everything to give him...
Waves lap against our boat
As we wait in the cold.
Wrap ourselves in our coat,
Waiting for the order to be told.
Blood starts drippin' from the soldier's wound
Seeps like sewage 'neath the politician's room
Deep in the house, white fades to red
Very nice poetry. I am overwhelmed. The poet is great who understand teary and hearty feelings of the people towards our great soldiers.
You've been there for me
Through it all.
You're always there to catch me
When I start to take a fall.
I know how you feel, I do share the same thing but they're are still my brothers regardless of what they do. I'll still love them no matter what.
I will wish you and your brother good luck...
I can remember the first time that I
saw your smiling face,
I held you close to my heart, you could
probably hear it race.
Wow!!!!!! A beautiful poem :D I love it, it's so touching
Although he could not say with words
The love he felt inside,
He treasured every moment
And his heart would fill with pride.
I cried!! Many families find it hard to say those most important 3 little words.
To you, I may be very small
Or think I don't know much at all.
I've learned to grow up rather fast
With so much future and not much past.
Such a touching poem. I love it so much, because of it, I am now doing it to present to my class. ??