Crimson Echoes Crimson blooms beneath the sky,Soldiers’ echoes, soft and shy.Fields of honor, rows align,Poppies stand for those who’ve shined.Tears of dew on petals fall,Bravery, the poppies recall.Each a flame that never dies,Guardians of memories, wise.In their silence, stories told,Of spirits bold, and hearts of gold.Beneath the sun, their vigil keeps,In fields of red, where…
Fields of Honor In fields where silence softly treads,Beneath the sky’s expansive spread,A sea of poppies, rich and red,Marks where our bravest hearts have bled.They bloom in rows, so bold, so bright,A vivid slash against the night,Each petal holds a story tight—Of courage, love, and valiant fight.For those who walked in freedom’s shoes,Who chose a…
Scarlet waves, under open skies,Silent tribute, nature’s sighs.Gentle heads, to the sun, they nod,Rooted deeply in the sod.Each bloom, a keeper of the peace,In their presence, sorrows cease.Beneath the day’s endearing glow,Secrets only poppies know.As dusk descends, they softly close,In fields where quietude chose.Their cycle, a silent reply,To questions of where and why. Meaning Field…
Crimson whispers on fields wide,Where heroes sleep, dreams coincide.Tiny blooms in hallowed ground,Silent stories, valor bound.Threads of bravery, woven tight,In petals red, through darkest night.A symbol small, in daylight’s grip,Honors those on eternal trip.Beneath the sun, beneath the stars,Buddy Poppies near and far,Whisper thanks in silent prayer,For those who left their stories there. Meaning “Buddy…
Valor Silent waves, under moon’s glow,Men march, where shadows flow.Steel whispers replaced by night,Ghosts in the fog, bracing for fight.Boots sink in the wet, cold sand,Eyes scan the unseen land.Brothers in arms, silent and taut,Holding breaths, lessons taught.Bullets rain, a thunderous sound,Screams merge where fears abound.Yet in despair, courage found,Amidst the chaos, hope is crowned.Tears…
Conversations with Silence Hey, have you seen the fields lately?Not green, not anymore.They wear the season’s latest—Shades of sorrow and undone dreams.Someone told me, “That’s just how it goes,”As if war were as natural as rain.And death? It’s just a visitor,Frequent, uninvited, hanging around too long.”Look,” they said, pointing to the silent hills,”Heroes are sleeping…
Shadows and Stars Steel clashes, night falls,Silent bravery calls.Shadows dance with fate,Courage, wars won’t abate.Dreams draped in dusky light,Victory’s song takes flight.Stars witness, silent, bold,Stories of valor, untold. Meaning “Shadows and Stars” is a succinct exploration of the contrasts inherent in wartime—between the darkness of conflict and the hopeful glimmer of courage and victory. It…
Dawn After Desolation Ashen skies, a silent plea,War’s breath, cold, unfree.Fields once green, now scarred,Dreams of peace, endlessly marred.Rivers of steel, flow with dread,Echoes of the fallen, whispers unsaid.Shadows stretch, over lands torn,Innocence lost, and hearts worn.Fires rage, without a sound,Hope’s light, nowhere to be found.Ruins speak of a destruction’s tale,Under the moon, so eerily…
Beyond The Trenches In lands where silence drowned the cries,Where shadows fell from somber skies.Boots tread soft on bloodied ground,Whispers lost, but never found.Eyes to horizons, vast and wide,Souls entwined with those who died.Letters home, inked with love,Carried by the wings of doves.Through the mud, through the rain,Marching on, amidst the pain.Brothers in arms, hearts…
In shadows deep, a good man stands,With furrowed brows and clenched hands.A battle calls, not of his making,For peace, his heart is truly aching.He steps forward, into the fray,Where night clashes with the day.A warrior, not by choice but need,Planting hope’s most resilient seed.His voice, a steady, calming force,Guiding light on a darkened course.Each step…
