Best poem ever
 

---------Fallen------------
-by-
--------Anonymous----------
I have fallen in battle.
I see blood coming from my body.
My clothes are torn,
My arrows are broken,
I have been defeated.
The darkness has won.
I know that I am about to die.
The demon in front of me thrusts his sword towards me,
I cringe and think of everyone I love.
But a friend steps forward and takes the blow for me.
They scream out in pain and fall across my already weak and tortured body.
I cry out of pure hate and sorrow.
They died for me.
I meant so much to them that they sacrificed themselves for me.
With rage in my eyes,
I manage to stand.
I scream and grab my fallen friend’s sword.
I lunge towards the creature and slice straight through its being.
Blood is spewed on my body.
For my friends, for my family, for God,
I fight with strength and all of my heart

This is just such a great poem, it almost made me misty cause its so true

Thats Deep....Who wrote it?

no idea, thats why it says ananomous biggrin:

YeAh!?

That means it was Polaris

There once was a woman from Ealing
Who had a peculiar feeling
She laid on her back.............Tennison, eat your heart out biggrin:

Wow...

So inspirational.

*struggles to keep a straight face*

(I know some of you take this seriously so I'll say this: I really commend
those that would give their only prized posession for others on the field.)

The only ones I'd die for are the two special beings that gave me life;
maybe even a woman I really (I mean, really) care about. Otherwise, you're
shit outta luck partna.

I think this is more like it:

Dulce Et Decorum Est
by Wilfred Owen

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!--An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

EDIT: For those who never did latin (and well done for avoiding it), "dulce et decorum est pro patria mori" means "it is sweet and fitting to die for one's country".

[quote="C@rtman":e14c2]There once was a woman from Ealing
Who had a peculiar feeling
She laid on her back.............Tennison, eat your heart out biggrin:[/quote:e14c2]

Do I detect a fellow Ealing boy? :)

Re: Best poem ever
 

[quote="Capt. John Miller":f46ab]---------Fallen------------
-by-
--------Anonymous----------
I have fallen in battle.
I see blood coming from my body.
My clothes are torn,
My arrows are broken,
I have been defeated.
The darkness has won.
I know that I am about to die.
The demon in front of me thrusts his sword towards me,
I cringe and think of everyone I love.
But a friend steps forward and takes the blow for me.
They scream out in pain and fall across my already weak and tortured body.
I cry out of pure hate and sorrow.
They died for me.
I meant so much to them that they sacrificed themselves for me.
With rage in my eyes,
I manage to stand.
I scream and grab my fallen friend’s sword.
I lunge towards the creature and slice straight through its being.
Blood is spewed on my body.
For my friends, for my family, for God,
I fight with strength and all of my heart

This is just such a great poem, it almost made me misty cause its so true[/quote:f46ab]

Where did you find this ?? Truly inspirational, and a common bond felt between soldiers all over the world. They die for their mates on the battlefield. When the time comes for me to do battle when I am in the Army, I hope I am brave enough to either sacrifice myself to save the life of a fellow comrade (or be quick enough to stop their death from happening) if the same sort of situation occurs. Seeing a friend slaughtered would tear me apart. This is the kind of mateship and selflessness that can only be found on the battlefield. Although I know I would take a beating or a bullet for the best of my friends and family. Sad to think this sort of occurrence only happens to the young and innocent, barely men who are sent off to war because politicians and leaders cant agree.

This sort of reminds me of the German Commanders speech to his men after the surrender in the episode "Points" in Band of Brothers. That speech brought a tear to my eye. I only saw a small clip of it, but what I saw had a large impact on me. War poetry is always a fascinating and terrifying read.

Um, I don't mean to be disrespectful to you Miller, Wook, FWB, Tripper, or anyone else who has posted in this thread. That is quite a good poem, but it doesn't seem to affect me as much as a few others I have heard.

In the meantime, I'm sorry for bringing this back up... But I was just casually browsing that Terroist Tapes thread, and someone said "why would CNN just make up the tapes" or something to that extent... and my response to that would be, that IF, CNN made the tapes, they are no doubt selling the rights to that footage and flogging it off to different television networks... Making a bit of cash off the back of the War on Terror. But I am not familiar with CNN or it's wieling and dealings, so i'll let you all get back to the matter at hand.

I know this is no poem, but it's the lyrics to the song "The Grave" by Don McLean, I think it would be just if I were to post them here for you all to read... It's quite a haunting song, so here...

"The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors,
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone.
He's gone.

When the wars of our nation did beckon,
A man barely twenty did answer the calling.
Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation,
He's gone,
But Eternity knows him, and it knows what we've done.

And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers
Leaving brown, muddy clay where the earth had been dry.
And deep in the trench he waited for hours,
As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die.

But the silence of night was shattered by fire
As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air.
And one after another his comrades were slaughtered.
In morgue of Marines, alone standing there.

He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear.
"They can't let me die! The can't let me die here!
I'll cover myself with the mud and the earth.
I'll cover myself! I know I'm not brave!
The earth! the earth! the earth is my grave."

The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors,
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone.
He's gone."

Thankyou.

The next person to bring up the Terrorist tapes issue will cause the closure of this thread. Stay on topic Von.

Wow..thats powerful. Well done Anonymous cookie for you

Poem heh:

Kissing is a habit

Fucking is a game

Guys get all the pleasure

Girls get all the pain

The guy says i love you

You belive its true

But when your tummy starts to swell,

He says 'to hell with you'

10 minutes of pleasure

9 monthes in pain

3 days in hospital

A baby without a name

The baby is a bastard

The mother is a whore

This never wouldnt have happened

If the rubber wouldnt have torn

I dont remember where i found it, but its in my AIM profile and eveyone loves it biggrin: