The annual poem to honour the fallen. Photo by Craig Dennis on Pexels.com Wisps of Smoke In the aftermath, the air swirlsin an acrid scent,the residue of warBodies, row on row,hail the costhate never sees Babies with bombschildren with gunsConflict never solvedYet, the violence, deathrages on. © Copyright 2023 A. F. Stewart
Here's my annual poem for Remembrance Day. Photo by Bogdan R. Anton on Pexels.com Echoes of War Wander the lonely hillscovered in scarlet poppiesas the cold November windblows the yesteryear of war. Boom the guns,acrid smoke and soundBoom the guns,as the soldiers fall Wander the lonely hillsjust above the bonesas the cold November windwhispers voices... Continue Reading →
Welcome to day five with a free verse poem from the prompt, Silent Wind. This one popped out of my head this morning and is a bit sad. Photo by Anete Lusina on Pexels.com Silent Wind vacant buildingsno sound of laughteronly distant gunfireOn the breeze, travelsthe scent of smoke charred ruinsof vibrancy and homeit’s gone... Continue Reading →
Image by enriquelopezgarre from Pixabay My annual poem for Remembrance Day. The November Wind The wind blows cold in November across the fields of memory and the fallen Across the rows of poppies among the graves The wind blows cold in November Lest we forget the sacrifices of the dead. ... Continue Reading →
My Remembrance Day poem... The Angels Weep The raindrops fall against the poppies gently across the petals Hiding angel tears from skies of grey among the fields of poppies
Be Afraid of the Dark 