Poppies

Poppies short poem

As poppies drip blood red petals
Among the fields where souls do roam
A silenced voice away from home
Buried deep with twisted metals

Khaki men are dead and rotting
As poppies drip blood red petals
Overgrown with rats and nettles
Men and women stood reflecting

A resting place to end the fight
In peaceful slumber they settle
As poppies drip blood red petals
Weathered cadavers all bleached white !

Depressions fade vista settles
Bodies and branches both stripped bare
Once passionate men showed they care
As poppies drip blood red petals.

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David Williams

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David has been writing poetry for over 40 years and has been published many times in magazines and in anthology books. He has studied many poetry forms and enjoys writing in new and archaic forms. His books can be found on feedaread.com and he is an established poetry judge.
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The Red Poppies

The Red Poppies prose poem

Let the poppies be a sole reminder of those who went before us. ‘Lest we forget.’ On this special Remembrance Day, a day to celebrate those battlefield fights. In Remembrance of a soldier that give all from his heart, fighting