This is just a quick war poem I did and I don't know if it's any good. Please comment because this is my first time publishing and I'd like to know what people think : ) The cover art is mine and I'd like to thank @sandsea for helping with producing ; )
It all happened
One summer afternoon
When me, Fred and Tom were playing guns
in the garden
Then
The air was filled with whirring sounds
It must have been... the washing machine
Uh oh
Fred's got tomato ketchup on his white shirt
Mum's not going to be happy
The smoke is too thick to see through
I'm coughing up blood
You can never trust Dad with the toast
Pain
Like I've never felt before
Matured my eyes
The blue sky turned red
My blue clothes turned green
That's when I realised
We weren't playing guns
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Playing Guns [ Poetry ]
PoetryThree war poems (...I think) And mabey some others... Read them and find your own explanation because I'm not even sure what some of them are about... (the tags are just some of my thoughts but you might think differently)
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