Natasha Kirke

Natasha Kirke Poems

The battlefields long ago,
Bore the bodies of many men.
They held their barrels high.
The light glinted off the cruel bayonets.

Oh, age has come and brought me fifteen years
And perhaps with it,
Joy will come too.
Youth still dances with these years

There are angels,
Not in heaven,
But on Earth.
They watch over the children they dearly love

Frozen buds are born into the world of blood and hate
They fall day by day
Caught up in the storm of rages.
Young lives are wrecked

Places where people or objects should be
Empty and deserted
Places devoid of life

In her pen she lies in wait
A fluster of feathers and feet surround her
Every small beady eye glistens with hope and fear
As they swivel in their sockets

Soldier, Soldier, born for war
Shoots a man and kills more and more
Soldier, soldier, a man with steel,
Born to kill, born to die.

Natasha Kirke Biography

I am a teenage writer looking for recogintion. I was born in London on 2nd March 1995 in Kings College Hospital. From the age of 3 I started drawing and later writing. At the moment I am workng on my art and music and a novel called 'White Heart' and a story collection called 'The Tales of Ferrick and Berrick' I have different sites other than PoemHunter such as: My art page: http: // ref=ts My deviantART page: http: // YouTube: https: // feature=mhee)

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Fields Of Crimson

The battlefields long ago,
Bore the bodies of many men.
They held their barrels high.
The light glinted off the cruel bayonets.
Their metal bullets, merciless predators waiting to be unleashed
And while the many shells and bullets swarmed the battlefield
Which pierced and shattered the bodies of the soldiers
And the hearts of their loved ones,
They put their fear aside and fought
No time to fear or to cry
Only time to serve and honour
Life and death was merged into one.
A sea of crimson stained the land.
Now the fields are still crimson
Not with blood but poppies
It is here that the fallen lie
Dead and asleep
Their duty had been served
And now they sleep forever under their crimson blankets.
No more tears
No more sorrow
No more guns
Just everlasting peace.
When the sun retires his bright watchful eye
The moon and stars watch over their graves bathing them in angelic light
And as the poppies mournfully sway,
They whisper softly, with the voices of many men:
“Remember us, remember our deeds
Let them not be forgotten
Forever may we be in your hearts
We breathed our last breaths
And said our last goodbyes
And gave our lives for our country
Now we sleep in fields of crimson.”
So here lies Hercules,
Here lies Odysseus,
Here lies Achilles,
Here lie heroes,
Unknown soldiers,
In the fields of crimson.

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Shihabudheen K J 01 December 2010

Absolutely stupendous and meaningful.rulers do wars for their selfishness.

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