Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.
May 13, 2010
⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)
Through The Fields
I watch the night turn to day,
With the slow sun ascending.
Though the rumble of time speeds away,
My soul will echo to the flame,
Counting to the kindling.
(chorus)
Shoot bullets into the sky,
Watch your children drop and die.
Show your warriors into the fields,
Blood flows for hatreds feel!
Call those who bear witness, to the sickness
Ask that they ascibe their emotions in blood!
To testify their own beliefs.
No more shall we quarrell,
On this storm we enter the battle field.
Courage in plight,
Yet a seed of hope
Over comes fear,
Death is soon near,
A shadow is cast though the fields,
Flames smoulder to mourning souls.
(chorus)
With the slow sun ascending.
Though the rumble of time speeds away,
My soul will echo to the flame,
Counting to the kindling.
(chorus)
Shoot bullets into the sky,
Watch your children drop and die.
Show your warriors into the fields,
Blood flows for hatreds feel!
Call those who bear witness, to the sickness
Ask that they ascibe their emotions in blood!
To testify their own beliefs.
No more shall we quarrell,
On this storm we enter the battle field.
Courage in plight,
Yet a seed of hope
Over comes fear,
Death is soon near,
A shadow is cast though the fields,
Flames smoulder to mourning souls.
(chorus)
— Bloodstone, May 13, 2010
Share this poem
Critiques
Hooded Stranger
16 years ago
Through the fields
Bloodstone
16 years ago
errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr................