The War
by: Leon Gellert When my poor body died,-Alas! I watched it topple down a hill And sink beside a tuft of grass. I laughed like mad, and laughing still I bowed and thanked the bit of shell That set me free and made me glad. Then quietly, I strolled to Hell. In my opinion I think this guy was tired of war and he just gave up and was fine with dying and he didn't care where he went. |
Wisdom and War
by: Langston Hughes We do not care- That much is clear. Not enough Of us care Anywhere. We are not wise- For that reason, Mankind dies. To think Is much against The will. Better- And easier- To kill. This poem is saying that many people think it's easier to just kill because the problem is gone. |
I Wonder
by : Cathy Queisser I wonder if my daddy misses me like I miss him! I wonder if he's coming home, and if so . . . when? I wonder if my daddy remembers how I look! I wonder if he looks at me in the pictures that he took? Do you think that he remembers the color of my eyes? Do you think he knows my mother lays in bed at night and cries? I wonder if it scares him when he has to fire the gun! I wonder when he hears gunfire, if he has to duck and run! I wonder if he'd be surprised to see how much I've grown! I wonder if he knows I'm proud of the bravery he has shown! Do you think he knows we tied a yellow ribbon on the tree, Waiting for the day to come when he's back home with me? I hope he knows I love him and I miss him every night! I wish the world would just find peace, and stop this awful fight! When I grow up and I'm a dad with a family of my own, I'm not going to go away . . . I'm going to just stay home! This poem is showing a child's point of view on war and how her father is at war. |
War Poem
by: Connor Wells The day has come for me to finally depart. I say goodbye to my family and show love with my heart. My father shakes my hand and tells me it's right. Soon after my mother tells me that it isn't my fight. She falls in my arms and prays for me to be protected. But only if I had knew that her prayer was rejected. She tells me that we may be sadly apart, But I am always here *Pointing at my heart*. I leave my family with their tears and despair. Questions' circling my head asking is this really fair? This poem shows how he's going to war but it's not something he wants to do, it's something he's sort of forced to do. It shows the pain of goodbye's. |