Hanna Maria

Rookie - 367 Points (Mesa Arizona)

Battled Field - Poem by Hanna Maria

The Quiet Quiet of the Night
Slowly steals the Will to Fight

Empty sheath from Broken sword
nowhere To Hide from the hordes

foggy Forests hide the Eyes
of the evils Deep Inside

Silent slithers follow Near
arousing deep Within, A fear

Coming close A voice it beckons
Foe or Friend cannot Be reckoned

Hidden soundless Lie in wait
Fear to anger than To Hate

Tears threaten, Brushed away
Gritted teeth, Cannot delay

A gentle touch, Familiar face
Calm the Fires, of this case

Tears spill o’r, head In Hands
Mourning those lost in These Lands

arms Come round, comfort Given
This place Not safe, but feels like Heaven

Topic(s) of this poem: aftermath, battle, comforting, death, deaths, heaven, night, silence

Poet's Notes about The Poem

There is a hidden poem within this one, it's kinda weird without punctuation but i wonder if you can find it.

Comments about Battled Field by Hanna Maria

  • Souren Mondal (11/10/2015 4:29:00 AM)

    Well, I could't really find the poem hidden inside this.. But I would have loved to.. Maybe there is something here with the casing of the words as some of them begin in capital... Interesting puzzle though...

    P: S: If you ever feel like giving away the answer please tell me :)

    Thank you for sharing Hanna :)
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    (1/7/2016 11:48:00 AM)

    yes it does have to do with the capital letters :)

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  • (10/23/2015 2:25:00 PM)

    Tip top
    Brilliant imagery
    Like the way it
    Is written
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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 23, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, October 23, 2015

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