Explication of Written Poem 2

This is a villanelle, based on the strict format and rhyming. i wrote this poem to express that we should never forget veterans, dead or alive, of who they were and what they did. This falls under the theme of war because it describes the aftermath and the years after war. I wanted to convey my message clearly in this poem and have a deep effect on the audience as well.

Written Poem 2

Forever In Our Hearts


The crosses were placed.
Each row like its next.
The men weren't replaced.

They lie where relatives paced.
Sagas filtered into context when
the crosses were placed

Through each season they embraced,
its simple, not perplexed,
the men weren't replaced.

What horrors they'd faced,
doing what no one expects.
The crosses were placed.

They died with grace.
Their past in school projects.
The men weren't replaced

Humans can travel to space
Grandchildren can text their friends
The crosses were placed
the men weren't replaced

CWong

Explication of Published Poem 2

This poem is about the hardships that soldiers endure with their comrades. Because they fight together under the same ideas and intent, they become closer than family. They survive together, they lean on each other. You watch their back and they'll watch yours. This poem basically explains the brotherhood that war creates which falls under my theme that War is not always bad and ugly. What started off with a group of men who share the same principles and beliefs transcends to a brotherly bond because of war.

Published Poem #2

Song of the Soldiers
by Charles G. Halpine

Comrades known in marches many, 

Comrades, tried in dangers many,
Comrades, bound by memories many,
Brothers let us be.
Wounds or sickness may divide us,
Marching orders may divide us,
But whatever fate betide us,
Brothers of the heart are we. 

Comrades, known by faith the clearest,
Tried when death was near and nearest,
Bound we are by ties the dearest,
Brothers evermore to be.
And, if spared, and growing older,
Shoulder still in line with shoulder,
And with hearts no thrill the colder,
Brothers ever we shall be. 

By communion of the banner,
Crimson, white, and starry banner,
By the baptism of the banner,
Children of one Church are we.
Creed nor faction can divide us,
Race nor language can divide us
Still, whatever fate betide us,
Children of the flag are we. 

Explication of Written Poem 1

So this poem basically outlines a certain experience that a soldier would've experienced if he/she were a sniper rifle specialist. This poem is more of a visual representation of a miniature story. In terms of meaning this poem doesn't have a lot of depth into my theme but does fall under the category of War.

Written Poem #1

 Silence in Action

I wait patiently
Stooped over crumbled concrete
Blanketed by snow
Gun aligned with my target
Bam! The grey night falls quiet

By: CWong

Explication

The poem is basically about a soldier who died on the battlefield and has risen to heaven. The setting then shifts back to where is body laid with his comrades not noticing his dead body. I chose this poem primarily for its imagery. Although Angela Morgan makes this poem very sad by writing about a dead unknown soldier, it gives the reader a sense of relief that the soldier is being recognized for sacrificing his life. This poem would lean towards the darker side of war, yet giving the reader closure.

Published Poem #1

The Unknown Soldier
by Angela Morgan

He is known to the sun-white Majesties
Who stand at the gates of dawn.
He is known to the cloud-borne company
Whose souls but late have gone.
Like wind-flung stars through lattice bars
They throng to greet their own,
With voice of flame they sound his name
Who died to us unknown.

He is hailed by the time-crowned brotherhood,
By the Dauntless of Marathon,
By Raymond, Godfrey and Lion Heart
Whose dreams he carried on.
His name they call through the heavenly hall
Unheard by earthly ear,
He is claimed by the famed in Arcady
Who knew no title here.

Oh faint was the lamp of Sirius
And dim was the Milky Way.
Oh far was the floor of Paradise
From the soil where the soldier lay.
Oh chill and stark was the crimson dark
Where huddled men lay deep;
His comrades all denied his call
Long had they lain in sleep.

Oh strange how the lamp of Sirius
Drops low to the dazzled eyes,
Oh strange how the steel-red battlefields
Are floors of Paradise.
Oh strange how the ground with never a sound
Swings open, tier on tier,
And standing there in the shining air
Are the friends he cherished here.

They are known to the sun-shod sentinels
Who circle the morning's door,
They are led by a cloud-bright company
Through paths unseen before.
Like blossoms blown, their souls have flown
Past war and reeking sod,
In the book unbound their names are found
They are known in the courts of God! 

Welcome!

Hey guys (mini 11s)

So, in case you were wondering, the theme of my calendar revolves around War and how it acts as a benefit and a calamity in all situations. All of my poems will be based on WW2. They all won't be depressing and gory. I'll try to balance it so i cover all aspects of the effects on war.