Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!
Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com    Poems On Site: 198,500+   Comments On Poems: 427,000+   Forum Posts: 105,000+
Custom Search
  Welcome ! Home  ·  FAQ  ·  Topics  ·  Web Links  ·  Your Account  ·  Submit Poetry  ·  Top 30  ·  22-November 00:16:09 AEST  
  Menu
  Home
· Micks Shop
· Our eBay Store· Error Submit
 Poetry
· Submit Poetry
· Least Read Poems
· Topics
· Members Listing
· Poetry Archive
· Public Domain Poetry
 Stories
· Stories (NEW ! )
· Submit Story
· Story Topics
· Stories Archive
· Story Search
  Community
· Our Poetry Forums
· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

  Site Help
· FAQ
· Feedback

  Members Areas
· Your Account· Premium Sign-Up
  Premium Section
· Special Section
· Premium Poems
· Premium Submit
· Premium Search
· Premium Top
· Premium Archive
· Premium Topics
 Fun & Games

· Jokes
 Reference
· Content
 Search
· Search
· Web Links
· All Links
 Top
· Top 30
  Help This Site
 Others
· Recipes
· Moderators
Our Other Sites
· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

  Social

Requiem

Contributed by scott on Saturday, 4th October 2003 @ 06:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic: Tributes



I went to Arlington one day
And I stood, and stared out at the crosses-
I felt a cold shudder run through me
But it had nothing to do with the biting cold.
It occurred to me that each one of those
White, polished crosses represented more than a young
Man or woman who had died in service;
Each cross represented a widow and orphaned children
Families torn apart by the fierce and indifferent winds of war.
I could find no words to thank those who rested
In this hallowed place.
Then I looked up and I saw it, and
I realized that I did not need to say a word;
The flag was still flying,
And that thanked them better than I ever could.

I went to see the Arizona one day,
And as I stood there, on that platform
I looked around me, and I imagined
The horror of that day, the mindless slaughter
That brought a nation to its knees, that
Grabbed history in its iron grip and twisted it violently.
I felt the blood pour down like rain
And the bombs flash like lightening
The explosions rumble like thunder
The screams of agony biting into me like wind
I saw the coffins, endless rows of them
Draped with flags
Lined up in endless rows
While taps played
And mothers hugged their little children
And the twenty one guns sang out their grim farewell
And black-clad officers made speeches
That they knew could not dry
The tears of a nation..
And I looked down into the clear depths,
And I saw the hull of that once mighty warship.
I bowed my head but said nothing,
No words of gratitude to the countless men
Entombed below.
My tears, falling softly onto the water above them,
Were thanks enough.




Copyright © scott ... [ 2003-10-04 06:05:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





Advertisments:






Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem


 
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.
Re: Requiem (User Rating: 1 )
by Broken_Skin on Sunday, 5th October 2003 @ 05:32:12 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
i know its very sad, it also makes me cry... thanks 4 sharing i enjoyed reading this x


Re: Requiem (User Rating: 1 )
by TheWildBeliever on Sunday, 26th September 2010 @ 01:58:20 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
not bad man. not bad at all




While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com