So tense am I
The falling sky
Holding my breath
Until the Death
It’s my life
So turn the scythe
Break the bread
And stop the Lead
Loud is it
The latest cry
But all the time
Red is the Dye
A placid face
Of Death’s clean lace
The slow coming of
A century’s Race
Copyright 2006 Dustin Bennefield
great job! you were right, i did love it! i have another poem i'm going to put on, and its about WWI so you might like it! let me know what you think! ~Kailynd
i think this is my favorite poem yet. i like the rhym and rythm in this one..evrything fits perfectly
I like your imagery. This is the kind of poem I really like...it's easy to read, but the language isn't boring.
touching.another reminder that war is not the noble thing some people make it seem. a needed reminder to those who can consider taking part in it. thanks 4 writing it mutt
A sad poem of our time Dustin. I guess you must have personal experience to express so well? Thanks for reminding us, we need it. Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A placid face Of Death’s clean lace The slow coming of A century’s Race Brilliant poem..with a superb end! (^^^) Preets