They Don't just Fight

They Don't just Fight

A Poem by Misty Blue Eyes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tears stream down from both eyes

Loud noises filled the air

Men and women saying good bye

Holding on tight

 

Dont let go!

Dressed in Camo they stand

In a line so straight

Hands held high against their heads

 

The gun shots that no one hear

But the blood shed is everywhere

The loud tears and the graves

For a war they fight

 

Dieing for a freedom that they will never see

Living for one that only disappears slowly

Raising flags and freeing others

Teaching others to live with out fear

 

Soliders dont just fight

they teach, learn, build, and live

Dont just support for our freedom, but for others as well

they deserve to have what we have too..

some wont take it but others will embrace it, never letting it go

 

 

 

© 2010 Misty Blue Eyes


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Oh Great work !! These are the kinds of poems which should be written again and again and yet it may not be enough. We think of the futility of the wars. We think of the people we lost in Ancient Crusades or the recent World wars or any F***** war mankind has fought and what not. Most of them do not even know why they were fighting in the first place. The objectives are vague, humans become insects where they could be trampled anytime without a prerogative. Its so unjustified yet it is so common. I think works such as yours re-emphasizes on the conviction of not fighting and living normal lives. Soldiers should live those simple lives, going to the grocery, Sunday Picnic and Friday pubs. Let them do that. Thank you Shantelle. I really appreciate your theme and its very well written too. Poignant and balanced. Great..........I loved it

Posted 13 Years Ago


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very true and from the heart!

Posted 13 Years Ago


this is so sad, i can't imagine what it feels like to have a loved one go off to war. this is an amazing poem, i can feel the emotion and the heart felt sincerity in this one.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Man this made me cry my dad is over seas now and i really miss him very much..but good write.

~SK

Posted 13 Years Ago


touching. A soldiers life's forsaken but what does it mean. All lives are too precious to throw away and yet they willingly sacrifice for the greater good. Commend all the fallen who died for our freedom.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Very great write. :] enjoyed it alot. Read it twice lol.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Oh Great work !! These are the kinds of poems which should be written again and again and yet it may not be enough. We think of the futility of the wars. We think of the people we lost in Ancient Crusades or the recent World wars or any F***** war mankind has fought and what not. Most of them do not even know why they were fighting in the first place. The objectives are vague, humans become insects where they could be trampled anytime without a prerogative. Its so unjustified yet it is so common. I think works such as yours re-emphasizes on the conviction of not fighting and living normal lives. Soldiers should live those simple lives, going to the grocery, Sunday Picnic and Friday pubs. Let them do that. Thank you Shantelle. I really appreciate your theme and its very well written too. Poignant and balanced. Great..........I loved it

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

thats affects on me really ,I like specially :
Dieing for a freedom that they will never see
Living for one that only disappears slowly
Raising flags and freeing others -
very good said!


Posted 13 Years Ago


nice write

Posted 13 Years Ago


Today I went to a new place to recognize Soldiers lost in combat in Iraq from Michigan. So many flags were standing. One flag for each Michigan Soldier lost defending freedom. I lost two good friends. The memorial and flags give me some peace. Your poem is true. Soldiers are regular people with families left behind. And the possibility of death always near. My friend Donald N. Davis who die in Aug 2004. His brother said the strong words." Freedom isn't free. Some had to pay with all they had." A excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago



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