This was for a class. I forget what the type of poetry is called but it’s like the old ballads, instead of rhyming they repeat the same sound in the sentance.
For example:
Red wagons rolled wearily over rain-covered roads
notice the “R” sound
So without further ado . . . here is my poem (I had to write about a battle):
Death
A dark day dawns for those ahead
Pale crimson sun perched, parched and dry
Like ants, the men march moving on
Warriors, like wolves, watch wondrously
At such a day as this
Two armies arrive around the road
They face each other with eager excitement
A battle’s before them, beautiful to fighters
Pushing, they surge, to prove their passion
On such a day as this
Silence slips softly over all
Quiet quakes in the quivering bones of those
Who wish to leave and wander to freedom
But battles ahead, behold, it’s ready
On such a day as this
Tens of troops charge, tumultuously forward
Their war cries crack through the quiet dawn
Horse’s hooves and whinnies are heard as well
And the clanging of weapons, clutched violently
On such a day as this
Blood battle cries echoes eerily around the brawny men
Wounded warriors roar for help or weapons
Hurt horses cry hoarsely for water
Men die dreadfully down on the dirt
On such a day as this
As the sun sets smooth in the hills
The battle is over, brave men breathe their fill
Who won the war? None know now at all
Death demanded the men to be equal today
On such a day as this
Rather cryptic I know but I like it. So . . . comments?
Beautiful…
Some poetry is free verse, which either creates its own set of unique rules for that poem or has no rules. Poem