Sunday, 2 October 2011

Final Days

Well this poem and the next poem I wrote in July and sent into a competition. Alas they didn't make it so I am now allowed to share them with you.

Enjoy!


Final Days

The greatest war
Run
Planets fall a million score
Run
Roiling, broiling, seething, breaking
Run
Burning, screaming, dying, waking
Run
The very sky is stained with blood
Run
A writhing, ochre, sanguine flood
Run
A torrential, never ending rain
Run
Of blood, and pitch, and death and pain
Run
Planets burn in ghastly fire
Run
A never ceasing funeral pyre
Run
A massacre of eternal men
Run
Born, slaughtered, born again
Run
Gassed, shot, stabbed, sliced
Run
Burnt to husks, atomised, diced
Run
Shattered, broken, ruined, dead
Run
Ground soaked, warm, red
Run
Mighty citadel, tumbles down
Run
Liquid metal, people drown
Run
Minds are destroyed, mad, insane
Run
Raging, weeping, tortured, slain
Run
Plume of smoke blots out the sun
Run
Final days have just begun




3 comments:

  1. That....was amazing. How could this not have made it in the competition? Brilliant, Octa. It was a very powerful poem.

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  2. *pokes the losers who didn't have enough sense or the good taste to see what a powerdul and compelling poem they had before them*

    Octa! I DID enjoy reading this poem! So INTENSE and powerful! I LOVE IT!!!!
    Your poems are wonderful and I love them all so much!
    Wonderful work you do Octa!

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  3. Found it!!


    Wow! I'm surprised this didn't get at LEAST commended!

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