One By One
For my father who fought in WWI.17 total reviews
Comment from Alcreator Litt Dear
This speaks a formidable experience as a soldier (poet's father) in the World War II field that how countless brave soldiers died; he prays for all one by one who rises from the grave claims for fall; I liked.
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This speaks a formidable experience as a soldier (poet's father) in the World War II field that how countless brave soldiers died; he prays for all one by one who rises from the grave claims for fall; I liked.
Comment Written 08-Nov-2017
Comment from Sharon Haiste
This is a good Remembrance Day poem and a tribute to all soldiers.
Well done.
It well rhymed and has a clear message.
Thank you for sharing this with us.
Sharon
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This is a good Remembrance Day poem and a tribute to all soldiers.
Well done.
It well rhymed and has a clear message.
Thank you for sharing this with us.
Sharon
Comment Written 08-Nov-2017
Comment from teols2016
This is a a moving dedication to those who fought and those who died in that fight. Thank you for sharing your feelings. Well done.
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This is a a moving dedication to those who fought and those who died in that fight. Thank you for sharing your feelings. Well done.
Comment Written 08-Nov-2017
Comment from rhonnie69
Hello One By One: Reading your poem makes me imagine we're in a fox hole, just you and me. You're talking to me. The night sky is lit up like a super nova with nine lives. Bombs are exploding. The earth quakes all around us. Dust, dirt, and other flying debris kicked up by mortar bombardment spray our sprawling bodies. I have my helmet pulled down over my eyes and my ears too. But I'm listening to you talking to me, honest. You're telling me everything you've said in your poem. When you've said it all, you ask me. "Are you listening to me, boy?" I don't answer. I just lay there pressing my helmet down on my head with both hands. You elbow me in my gut. Now I'm holding my gut. You reach over, pull my helmet up, the better that I see and hear you. Looking at your mud smeared face is like looking in the mirror. I see your eyes looking at my eyes. I hear you say to me..."We're going home, boy. Betcha' heard that."
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Hello One By One: Reading your poem makes me imagine we're in a fox hole, just you and me. You're talking to me. The night sky is lit up like a super nova with nine lives. Bombs are exploding. The earth quakes all around us. Dust, dirt, and other flying debris kicked up by mortar bombardment spray our sprawling bodies. I have my helmet pulled down over my eyes and my ears too. But I'm listening to you talking to me, honest. You're telling me everything you've said in your poem. When you've said it all, you ask me. "Are you listening to me, boy?" I don't answer. I just lay there pressing my helmet down on my head with both hands. You elbow me in my gut. Now I'm holding my gut. You reach over, pull my helmet up, the better that I see and hear you. Looking at your mud smeared face is like looking in the mirror. I see your eyes looking at my eyes. I hear you say to me..."We're going home, boy. Betcha' heard that."
Comment Written 08-Nov-2017
Comment from Irish Rain
A beautiful tribute to your father. World War 1 and 2...terrible. My dad was in Vietnam 3 times. He wouldn't talk about it. I found your rhythm and rhyme absolutely flawless, and this is memorable. Blessings..
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A beautiful tribute to your father. World War 1 and 2...terrible. My dad was in Vietnam 3 times. He wouldn't talk about it. I found your rhythm and rhyme absolutely flawless, and this is memorable. Blessings..
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Comment Written 08-Nov-2017
Comment from zanya
A dignified and solemn remembrance in poetic form here for those brave soldiers who made the ultimate sacrifice with their lives in WW1 'Sleep in peace my gentle ones'.
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A dignified and solemn remembrance in poetic form here for those brave soldiers who made the ultimate sacrifice with their lives in WW1 'Sleep in peace my gentle ones'.
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Comment Written 08-Nov-2017
Comment from marybell1
I enjoyed reading your beautifully written sad poem "One by One'". You rhymed it well with much feeling. I think maybe an appropriate picture could enhance your story.
All the best
Marybell1.
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I enjoyed reading your beautifully written sad poem "One by One'". You rhymed it well with much feeling. I think maybe an appropriate picture could enhance your story.
All the best
Marybell1.
Comment Written 08-Nov-2017
