Battlefield Poem by Robert Houlden

Battlefield



Battlefields, eternal prisons
for stolen souls

Trapped in the urgency of yesterday
Nomads, unseen and silent

The scarred earth, they walk
hunting precious objectives of past

Rolling green blankets of grass
cover the fallen

Friday, January 24, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: war,war and peace,war veterans
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success