Desolation and Fear Poetry

Keep your face always toward the sunshine – and shadows will fall behind you. – Walt Whitman


Both poems were written by me, Upon the Hearth. Please do not reproduce or copy these poems without my permission – Many Thanks.

Empty –

Falling thick like teardrops,

A desolate silent gloom.

Monochrome terrain far beyond human view;

A single flower blooms.

Lest We Forget

I stand here right now on this cold open beach,

70 years on I come here and preach,

For those selfless men we must teach.


The roll of a dice determined our fate,

Casualties and lives a war desecrate,

Yet they fought on allies conflate.


Gunshots fired, bullets ricocheted,

Bombs were dropped spirits weren’t frayed,

People at home and abroad were afraid.


Blessed were we in this cold heartless war,

Amass the death and nations tore,

Victory was ours valour and galore.


Lest we forget the veterans we mourn,

A year of remembrance, victory of war,

For those who helped in past and present,

let us not be ravaged by life so poor.