Cannonade Poems - Poems about Cannonade

...A rushing wind roaring strong across broad land bearing all away black clouds overhead like rolling hillsides are monochrome colors lost a barren landscape seen jagged lightning flash......Read the rest...

...General Cornwallis of Great Britain faced a problem that he couldn’t resolve, he’d won at Camden, they’d captured Charlestown, but still the southern colonies wouldn’t fall. Instead he faced a ......Read the rest...

...Oblique! (The day the gray line Wavered) It was hot again, for the third straight day, but it was the 3rd of July; the time the place was Gettysburg and the year was sixty-three The fence is ......Read the rest...

...Once wars were fought with sticks and stones to flog the flesh and batter bones and conquer lands, defending thrones - though gods provoke, not one atones. The multitude (by hordes beset with......Read the rest...

...Set me off. I dare you. I want you to feel my rage. Taste my vindictiveness. And swallow the bullets I've bled out from. You made me like this.. Unsure, worthless, uncared for. Look at ......Read the rest...

...He didn’t have a native land, therefore, he had no reminiscences of any sort, neither good nor ill, other than reckless killing at the battlefield where he was compulsorily taken into and depl......Read the rest...

...Memorial Day Tribute © Ben Burton 5-25-2015 They stood up for America And for their families left behind Our soldiers sent to unknown lands Secure that God was on their side Esprit de corps......Read the rest...

...—Memorial Day Elegy— The grave site where the men and women of patriotic spirit fought bravely in the battlefield and fell for glory of the nation, abandoned everything that they have, buried......Read the rest...

...My thoughts they roil like waters dark in the abyss of blackest night, with memories of mother’s bookmark, of Longfellow read by lamp light. She called, in the room around me, the patter of other s......Read the rest...

...When men of fame do meet discord, They find a way to prove their point. Then it is, they think of the art, And call to play artists of doom. The artists too, who know their art, Would play the string......Read the rest...

...It is the scent of you, that breathes in me. It is the music when you laugh that chants across the apse between our heartwalls, signaling desire, tossing off forever thoughts of penitence and shame. ......Read the rest...

...Left And Right Either side the cannons roar Took of blood and wanted more Salvo after salvo into the valley Point blank range to deter the rally Water poured over steaming muzzles Russian g......Read the rest...

...when I a rock-chucking stick-slasher patch-monger was there was a waterless well where we would await sprites and goblins in ambush shoe-lace lariats piles of rock for cannonade ......Read the rest...

...As I sat the serene waves were evocative of those pleasant days, The setting sun made the myriad memories come alive, The waves to and forth: encircling my legs like meanders asking questions in ......Read the rest...