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Author Name: Freesamuul 5 Comments
Date Added: January 15, 2009 13:01:08 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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In the waking of tomorrow’s doom,
searching for substance beyond hope,
war and poverty put many in a tomb,
walking in the darkness hard to cope.

Standing where the sun once shined,
left with emptiness and such sorrow,
memories fade into a bottle of wine,
wondering will there be a tomorrow.

Skipping a stone across the still pond,
with it goes all our hopes and dreams,
standing without even a magical wand,
to fight all the savage earthly schemes.

The soldiers appear in the dark of night,
blood dripping from their shining blades,
such fear of death creates an awful fright,
running in circles through an endless maze.

Shadows dance upon the begotten wall,
friend or foe, for we just never do know,
figures standing erect and ever so tall,
in the stillness, the wind begins to blow.

Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2009, All Audiences

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Comment By: FreeJennifer on January 29, 2009 10:10:41 AM Report
Each line is awesome! I love your words I cannot begin to tell you my favorite because I would have to copy and paste your entire poem! I really do like this! Raw truth!!

Comment By: FreeLorraina on January 25, 2009 05:56:24 PM Report
This is so real that it made me flinch "blood dripping from their shining blades" Yet  plain truth written in poem ,yet hard hitting facts..  superb write  Connie
Comment By: FreeMoonStar on January 16, 2009 02:58:17 AM Report
Sam your poem was earth shattering.. You always manage to make all your pieces bring forth life on paper and I am more than happy to lie among them in blissful sleep.. The read on an on, for to read just once is indeed a sin...




Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on January 15, 2009 06:54:41 PM Report
 When you write Samuel  I just am so amazed at your poetic words .
You always paint a picture that is understood and really heard

The clutching pain that grips us with no mercy drinking the wine
Trying to forget  the memories of another place a another time
 My how you inspire me!!..(( Smilesss  Your fault!!

 Your Loyal Fan...
 Hugs ~ She Whispers

(((( Standing where the sun once shined,
left with emptiness and such sorrow,
memories fade into a bottle of wine,
wondering will there be a tomorrow ))))

Comment By: FreeSandra M.Hill Veinot on January 15, 2009 01:38:57 PM Report
My father was inthe second world war.

I dislike it.


the poetry story was well done. 


thanks for the read.



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