FIRE FIGHT

In a place no soldier wants to be
Fighting a war so innocents can be free
Soldiers going door to door
They never know whats in store
Bullets firing soldiers get down
Fire Fight has begun hit the ground!!!
Rifles firing can't see where they are
Keep firing they enemy can't be far
My very first fire fight adrenalin flows
Keeping firing I say to myself fear grows
I don't want to die God, hear me please!!
Sweat pouring down my face, its 100 degrees
Machine guns screaming as the fight goes on
Grenades thrown with all my might
With no end to this battle in sight
Fire fight continues off and on till dawn
Finally the enemy has withdrawn
Back against a tree breathe a sigh of relief
My mind is in utter disbelief
Soldiers fought til the battle is won
I sit and stare at a picture of my son
Soldiers reload and gather their gear
Here comes reinforcements pulling up the rear.




Poetry by ternic2005
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Written on 2016-04-30 at 01:39

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Kathy Lockhart
Such ability to capture the sights, sounds, feelings, of battle, through your verse is well done. The rapid rhythm adds to the anxiety. Then the pathos when the soldier is yearning for their son is so poignantly written. Applaud.
2016-05-05



The solid rhymes and fast pace here produce a hardhitting poem, with a poignant moment too, in 'I sit and stare at a picture of my son'. Well done, ternic :>)
2016-05-02


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i've never been there, and i hope i never am, but your poem makes it as real as written words can do.
2016-04-30