On the Battlefield

This is a sensory poem I had to write for my history class. It is set in World War I.

My name's Deiter, I'm 19

I'm German and I'm super keen

I'm so pumped for the Great War

We will show these countries what-for

We'll blow these countries out-of-the-water

And every last traitor will be slaughtered

We'll put the Allies on their knees

And make all the Americans flee

6 months later... 

Men are crying for their moms

I am deafend by the bombs

Screams of men from mustard gas

Planes are flying all amass

My best friend just lost his head

Half of our men are already dead

Bullets barely miss my chest

The commander is so distressed

Rotting flesh has a bad smell

And rat poop smells so bad as well

Peoples' feet smell just like death

We could kill with just our breath

The taste of mud is so bitter

A rat is surprisingly a tasty critter

I think the water has something in it

The scraps we eat make me vomit

My gun is so heavy to hold

And my dug out is so bloody cold

My skin is burnt from the heat of grenades

The barbed wire cuts me like blades

I hope to leave and find a bride

Then children that I'll raise with pride

I'll find a home and settle down

And live in a little country town

I have nightmares every night

"Shell Shock" always gives me fright

I learned to trust the One above

And treasure all the ones you love

Reviews

[Stan Lee]

Good work Dalton. This is the best you've posted in a while. Well done on the rhyming couplets and capturing many different feelings and senses from beginning to end. Thanks for sharing.

[Dalton Wagoner]

Thanks :-) I miss you!