Some more World War One poetry

6H have been investigating figurative language, through writing poems about our theme: World War One. 

We think they have produced some highly impressive writing. We hope you agree! The children would very much appreciate your comments.

A charging cascade of bullets screaming,

As soldiers cry for mercy.

They screech an ancient war song,

Precise and skilful.

 

After the colossal and vicious battle,

A new life appeared.

Gone is the brutal battlefield,

Now there is a scene of amazement.

 

Poppies are the souls of the brave,

Courageously growing again.

Friends and foes united as one,

Problems resolved; peace and forgiveness descends.

 

The scarlet sea swishing and swaying.

Keeping the dead safe,

Trying to prevent more death.

You will never be forgotten.

Flanders Fields hold the memories in place.

 

By Ethan

 

 

Bang!

Buildings standing on their last legs,

Begging for mercy,

As bullets fly over their heads.

 

Towers are like adults praying for the life that they had before.

Trenches scar the battlefield,

Bombs making the wound deeper.

 

Bullets, wrapped in golden armour, travelling at the speed of light,

Piercing bones and flesh.

Soldiers scream in pain.

 

Rotting bodies scattered.

Wounded men screaming in agony,

Falling in valour.

Hope is almost gone,

But everyone fights on.

 

Who will remember Ypes?

 

By Harry

 

 

Bang!

Abandoned Ypes cries for mercy,

It screams solemnly with little strength.

Deceased, dismal, dilapidated,

Remembering when loved and cared.

 

Tortured buildings crumble in pain,

As their soul is damaged and destroyed.

Killed by catastrophe and dismay,

She is the victim of an atrocious attack.

 

In the distance the ferocious killers gleam in their armour.

Soldiers march in synchronisation.

Boom!

 

Ypres' irreplaceable soul is obliterated.

Valour and dignity are gone!

 

By Mariam    

 

 

Devils from above scream their rage,

Ferocious and furious.

Bloodcurdling battle cries simultaneously being sung.

The war has begun.

 

Bang! Guns, gas! Run!

Woeful warfare penetrates the solitary buildings, obliterating them.

Thud! Thud!

Vulnerable structures fall like soldiers full of valour.

Trenches scar the town for life, deepening it's wounds.

 

Catastrophe and devastation fills the air,

Bringing sheer fright to the souls of buildings. 

Tortured into submission, surrounded by vicious murderers,

What choice did it have?

The face of death is visible,

Spiteful and cruel.

It relishes in fright and fear,

It relishes in death.

 

Hearts broken, structures full in mercy, all life's lost.

Dilapidated structures weep; heartbroken.

Solitary buildings, losing valour, lose all last spasms of life.

Ypres has fallen. Do you agree?

 

Gun shot, gas and death - what a sickening sight.

Desolate buildings sob in sorrow,

Their souls are ripped apart.

Ypres has fallen. Do you agree? 

 
 

By Peter

 

 

 

After the destructive Great War,

The sign of remembrance mysteriously grows,

The colour of fragile rubies.

They dance in Flanders Fields.

 

A sea of once destruction,

But now a village of peace.

Our friends and foes fought here,

Poppies symbolise their devastating death.

 

Poppies are never solitary,

They will never walk alone.

Like the soldiers of our country,

They stand side by side.

They will always remember the day,

Being disturbed under the ground,

By bombs from above,

Crashing onto no mans land.

 

They grew up onto the surface,

Going forward with the plan they made.

The biggest war has ended.

 

By Aleksander

 

 

Bang!

A bomb hovered across the scarlet sky.

Dilapidated buildings yell with utter fear.

Solitary houses sob for friends, with sheer agony.

The church desperately stands with valour.

 

Ypres clings to its last spasm of life,

Like an innocent soldier lying on the battlefield.

Ypres gaze was undeviating.

 

Immense towers standing with their friends and foes,

Holding hands.

Snake riffles shot the fallen.

 

The atmosphere full of mist.

Fallen have died,

As the foes killed them.

Was anyone left?

 

By Gosia

 

 

Bang!

The town fell like fallen soldiers,

Reaching their last spasms of life.

Innocent homes cry,

As they shatter into a million pieces.

Abandoned and lonely.

 

Boom!

A deadly mist fills the solitary atmosphere.

The town of Ypes weeps for lost lives.

Citizens suffocate and choke.

 

By Sarah

 

 

The ongoing bloodshed has ceased.

The courageous comrades and foe have fallen,

In a deep, peaceful sleep.

Poppies sorrowfully stand in remembrance.

Will you remember me?

 

Their crimson blood now soars through the poppies.

The poppies heart beats the veterans blood through their veins.

They have reclaimed their land,

However, the past still haunts it.

Will you remember me?

 

Hope reaps the land,

Which was once dead.

Standing shoulder to shoulder,

Peaces rushes to the earth.

Will you remember me?

 

They stand in lines, as friends and comrades.

They rejoice peace in the summer breeze.

The residents cheer at the riddance of the devils,

They show triumph and valour.

Their smiles light up the field.

Will you remember me?

 

Now they shed their petals,

For the blood that was lost to the war.

Their graves newly blanketed,

Their souls lay below.

The wind sighs.

Will you remember them?

 

By Saffy

 

 

Dead...Perished!

Abandoned buildings cry in sheer agony.

Why me?

Hearts not beating,

Lives not living - dead as stones.

Determination flares in her heart.

Roar!

Her emotions are ear piercing.

A killing, cold blooded murderer sends Ypes crumbling helplessly.

 

Souls of homes slide away like slithering snakes.

Mercy, mercy, mercy!

The town begs for forgiveness.

Bang!

Innocent faces look from left to right,

Watching harmless friends shatter.

A ferocious killer, wrapped in gleaming armour, seeks out it's victim,

You!

Prepare to breathe your last breath.

 

A bloodcurdling screech from the heart,

Go away war,

Go away death,

Go away sadness.

Tortured by devastation and catastrophe.

Unoccupied houses lie,

Dreaming of old times as they cling onto their last spasms of life.

An obliterating bomb exploded, as another soul departs from this world.

Why did it have to be like this?

 

By Isa