Hunted

Soon to be published by Forward Poetry

Running through the winters night
every muscle taut and tight

I feel them bearing down on me

If i am to die, i will die free

Their beasts howl through the pines
their hunters ready their bow lines

I still have courage, i still have pride
I let vengeance be my guide

I turn to fight to and show them all
that i will strike before i fall

I ready my blade and make my stand
many will die by my hands

For today they all shall see
that if i am to die, i will die free

Reviews

[Mason]

This is an excellent sonnet. The short, two-line stanzas create a quick rhythm like running, which is how the poem begins. With each new stanza you draw a new scene in a moving picture, and in only so many words no less.
The overarching message is so powerful, but its not an empty statement. Each stanza builds up towards the end with the fast rhythm, desperation of the prey because of the hunters "bearing down," the pride and the courage felt by the prey, and making the final stand. It all comes together to paint the epic picture of -at least in my mind- a samurai, much like the story of Musashibo Benkei, who died fighting and standing.
I loved this poem very much. Using so few words and lines and yet drawing these beautiful scenes and instilling such strong emotions into the reader was very impressive. One might say I felt inspired. Thank you for submitting.

[SonOfPlunder]

Thank you very much Mason, that is an extremely kind review! When i wrote this, what i pictured in my mind was a native American Indian running through his own lands, being hunted by the imperialistic settlers. I am familiar with the story of Msashibo Benkei, again very kind of you to associate my work with that story! I am very glad you enjoyed it

[Mason]

You're welcome. I can definitely see that image as well.Thanks again.

[Tayyeba I.]

I like the imagery.
Some good stuff. :)

[SonOfPlunder]

Thank you very much!

[Tayyeba I.]

You're welcome.

[Matt Thomas]

This is MORE like it...This is definitely a breath of fresh poetic air...Or should I say deadly...When you can read something and the beat of a war drum is pounding in your head as you read it just shows how terrific and uplifting something can be...Leonidas and the 300 would be bowing down to this write...Short and to the point...But with words big enough to give the reader that punch in the face and wake them up!!! Excellent stuff...You will definitely die free but if you keep writing like this, your writing won't be free for long..LoL

[SonOfPlunder]

That is seriously high praise!! Thank you very much!

[FlamingPhoenix]

"If I am to die, I will die free"--I love this line especially. It evokes passion for life--after all without passion, I think we roll over and die and become victims of apathy.

[SonOfPlunder]

Thank you, i couldn't agree more with you. Without passion, it would be a tedious waste of life

[FlamingPhoenix]

Indeed it would!

[Tina Louise UK]

Brilliant! great imagery..I had the same vibe reading it..enjoyed hun :) x

[SonOfPlunder]

Awesome, glad you enjoyed this one too! :)

[LCOhare]

I really enjoyed this imagery is quite good in it, kinda made me think of Indians fighting for their free land which is probably complete opposite of what you where going for haha but I did really enjoy it

[SonOfPlunder]

You actually hit the nail on the head! I actually had them in mind when i wrote this, an Indian warrior fighting against the imperialistic oppressors. Again, glad you enjoyed it :)

[LCOhare]

That's what I was thinking bout reading and yea definitely enjoyed. Thanks :-)