War March

War March

A Poem by Trevor Jay Bloodworth
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Remember when armies would march their men towards each other and take turns firing? I was trying to capture that here. Hope it worked.

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Onward they marched to the beat of the drums,

Ready for the war and battle that comes.

Shoulder to shoulder, they marched down the field,

Brothers in arms with the weapons they wield.

Over and over the sounds of gun fire,

Seized their hearts with gripping and cruel desire.

They walked toward the dead littered on the ground,

Next in line to hear deaths dark howling sound.

Marching towards the enemy they did go,

To the drums, without any ebb or flow.

 

Arriving in the battle line, they braced.

Ready to meet their doom with gallant haste.

Here they stood and they did not dare to move,

Men of honor, with just glory to prove!

The enemy raised their guns up on high,

Our soldiers prepared for their last goodbye.

The shots rang out, and struck the young men dead.

Bloodied, with this their officer had said,

“To the line you men! Listen to the drums!

No matter what ever it is that comes!”

 

Their turn to fire, the men took up arms,

The shots rang out like thunderous alarms.

Piercing their targets with such brutal might,

The enemy did fall before their sight.

No time to reload, they steeled their strong hearts,

The next part is where it all truly starts.

The cannons fired with a mighty crash!

The enemy line was then torn to ash.

They drew their swords and sprinted with the drum.

Soon the enemy would surely succumb.

 

“Into the breach!” the officer did cry,

Raising his sword far into the bright sky.

They charged their foes with great courage and might.

Driving them back with a glorious fight.

Hacking and slashing, their swords firmly clashed!

And once again, the cannons shot soon flashed.

The enemy retreated, running back,

This would surely be their foes last attack.

When the battle was won victory comes.

All of this from listening to the drums.

© 2013 Trevor Jay Bloodworth


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Trevor Jay Bloodworth
Please point out any spelling or grammatical issues. Thanks!

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Amazing poem! Superb rhyme, rhythm, and message. It's a shame that war exists and takes the lives of many, but we must always remember all these brave souls who sacrificed their lives to defend their motherland. Great write!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Trevor Jay Bloodworth

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much my friend. I really try and put my heart and my soul into my writing, which is w.. read more
Excellent rhyme, rhythm, and flow. This piece is metered perfectly to keep the reader intrigued. You nailed it!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Trevor Jay Bloodworth

10 Years Ago

Thank you SO much for taking the time to read it.
Sharon L.H. Kelly

10 Years Ago

Anytime! Keep up the good work.
Marching to their deaths literally...I have to say, I am very impressed by the smoothness of the sentences in this poem. You rhyme expertly and beautifully. I enjoyed this. Thank you for sharing!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Trevor Jay Bloodworth

10 Years Ago

Thank you for taking the time to read it!
Night

10 Years Ago

You are very welcome!
Your attention to rhyme and meter seem effortless. You really did capture what most people think of in terms of marching soldiers in combat with great skill.

I was also reminded of this poem by Tennyson, The Charge of the Light Brigade... http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174586


Posted 10 Years Ago


Trevor Jay Bloodworth

10 Years Ago

YES. When I finished, I was thinking that it sounded a lot like Tennyson. Thank you so much for revi.. read more
Diana

10 Years Ago

Awesome, we're on the same page with that.

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Added on November 10, 2013
Last Updated on December 8, 2013
Tags: War, battle, guns, death

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Trevor Jay Bloodworth
Trevor Jay Bloodworth

Bradford, TN



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Just another guy. Nothing special. 22 years old. From Tennessee. I started writing as a hobby while on deployment. I love poetry and that's my art form. I'm heavily influenced by the poets of the Roma.. more..

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