If poetry was a war
I should take my shield and spear
I should rise and fight without fear
I would want to die laughing so clear
I would rise again without tears
I would praise poetry as Shakespeare
Ruled by kings all leads the warriors
Run free to entry our victorious
Carrying knifes, swords and shields
Conversation starts by the smell of human blood
As it runs through earth as flood
A man groan but swords make noise,
As they approaches bones
The horse make noise as they loses their legs
But sooner it ends the silent
And breaks the secrets
Altogether praise in one word, begins of regrets
Sophisticated minds and make them mines
If actions was real better than words
If poetry would just act
The ignorant would just end in grave
All as it buried we just grieve
But only, if poetry was a war
I should take my shield and spear
I should rise and fight without fear
I would want to die laughing so clear
I would rise again without tears
I would praise poetry as Shakespeare
Impressive write. It flows well and indicates your feelings quite effectively. well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem emphasises the way poetry could be if it was awar