wickychick1991
New Member
this is a poem that i had to write for school. i want to know what you think about it but go easy on me, i'm only 14!! i also dont know what a good title would be so let me know!!
Beat of the Drum
she could not sleep
for the constant beating of drums
she climbs out of bed
steps onto the balcony
and pulls her satin gown tightly around her
to ward off the bitter cold
the light of the moon
bright and full
shines down upon the soldiers
as she watches
through her chocolate brown eyes
she watches
the army
slowly slowly marching
through them all
she tries to find
which one is him
him the one she loves
him the one she longs for
but they all look alike
in their old worn out uniforms
she remembers the promise he made to her
that he would com home to her safely
she remembers the last kiss he gave to her
late at night
hidden beneath the trees
she shivers at the thought
that he might not return
then goes back to bed
as she lays her head
upon her pillow
her thick brown curls
that he loved so much
surround her in the darkness
she shuts out images of him
lying dead on a battlefield
covered in blood
and she lies awake all night
listening
as her heart
heavy with worry
echoes the droning beat of the drums
she listens until the pattern fades
slowly
slowly
into nothingness
Beat of the Drum
she could not sleep
for the constant beating of drums
she climbs out of bed
steps onto the balcony
and pulls her satin gown tightly around her
to ward off the bitter cold
the light of the moon
bright and full
shines down upon the soldiers
as she watches
through her chocolate brown eyes
she watches
the army
slowly slowly marching
through them all
she tries to find
which one is him
him the one she loves
him the one she longs for
but they all look alike
in their old worn out uniforms
she remembers the promise he made to her
that he would com home to her safely
she remembers the last kiss he gave to her
late at night
hidden beneath the trees
she shivers at the thought
that he might not return
then goes back to bed
as she lays her head
upon her pillow
her thick brown curls
that he loved so much
surround her in the darkness
she shuts out images of him
lying dead on a battlefield
covered in blood
and she lies awake all night
listening
as her heart
heavy with worry
echoes the droning beat of the drums
she listens until the pattern fades
slowly
slowly
into nothingness