Ashes

Ashes

A Poem by Will

Can new life start from ashes,
from the pieces left behind?

Long burnt by the flames of pain,
destroyed for being kind.

The town was burnt,
the residents fled.

But can they return:
can they revive the dead?

Their homes destroyed,
Their fields salted.

Their hearts broken,
but can they revive what was once exalted?

Like a phoenix
they will rise again.

They shall stand
as tall as Big Ben.

Somehow their spirits
were never quite broken.

They rise from the ground;
Their phoenix is smokin'!

What was once gone
is alive and well.

The hearts of the broken
ascend from hell

© 2013 Will


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No matter how hard dictators and corrupted governments try you just can't keep the people down forever. That's what I got from this. Great poem Will.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Will

7 Years Ago

People are resilient creatures, man. They'll do great things to get themselves back. Thanks for read.. read more
I am immediately reminded of a church hymn we sing during lent; the first lines: We rise again from ashes from the good we've failed to do; we rise again from ashes to create ourselves anew..."

I like what you've done with this - you show the devastation, the destruction - and the hope that all is not lost. Solid rhyme and good flow - though that one line is a bit long:

Their hearts broken,
but can they revive what was once exalted?

Maybe:
Their hearts broken,
can they revive the once exalted?

Well done, Will!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Will

7 Years Ago

You know, I know that hymn too, and it is appropriate here. I hadn't thought of it. That exalted lin.. read more

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Added on June 24, 2013
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Tags: Fire, ashes, pain, burn, dead, phoenix, Big Ben, spirit, hell, life, return, revival

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Will
Will

Brooklyn, NY



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Well now that I have the patience, I'll actually write something here. I'm Will, and I'm 16 years old going on 17 , born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. I write what appeals to me. I just love writ.. more..

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