Poetry Forum Areas

Introduce Yourself

New to PoetrySoup? Introduce yourself here. Tell us something about yourself.

Looking for a Poem

Can't find a poem you've read before? Looking for a poem for a special person or an occasion? Ask other member for help.

Writing Poetry

Ways to improve your poetry. Post your techniques, tips, and creative ideas how to write better.

High Critique

For poets who want unrestricted constructive criticism. This is NOT a vanity workshop. If you do not want your poem seriously critiqued, do not post here. Constructive criticism only. PLEASE Only Post One Poem a Day!!!

How do I...?

Ask PoetrySoup Members how to do something or find something on PoetrySoup.



You have an ad blocker! We understand, but...

PoetrySoup is a small privately owned website. Our means of support comes from advertising revenue. We want to keep PoetrySoup alive, make it better, and keep it free. Please support us by disabling your ad blocker on PoetrySoup. See how to enable ads while keeping your ad blocker active. Thank you!

Read Poems by kelvin harold

kelvin harold Avatar  Send Soup Mail  Block poet from commenting on your poetry

Below are poems written by poet Kelvin Harold. Click the Next or Previous links below the poem to navigate between poems. Remember, Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth. Thank you.

List of ALL kelvin harold poems

Best Kelvin Harold Poems

+ Follow Poet

The poem(s) are below...


NextLast

my gun my pain

As we elope with our faith into the avenue of death,
And looking at our fellow comrades for the very last time.
Where our fears becomes our trail to faith.
We erupt an anger that was not meant to be and stealing every thought that can issue in the rage that was in a cage.
At that moment even the brave knows he has a grave.
Our greatest fear becomes the element of surprise .
When we hear the gun-shots out thoughts be-guile our anxiety into a comer of fear.
We now fight not because of the war but to survive in the war.
We feel that we are fair men when we give justice while forming ashes.
But we are crippled in the arrogance of our ignorance feeling that for every blood spilled and tears that tilled the earth makes our quest fulfilled.
We loose focus because there are certain kills that makes us humble.
Because our brains and minds becomes the avenue of roaming thoughts and images of the victory of tears we created.
My eyes twinkles in grumbling of the sites I beheld and paves way for the tears I despise but yet resides in me.
The joy of every soldier is to win wars and come back home alive.
But in the ambient of our joy comes the tears of our loss.
     As we celebrate, we depreciate in agony and tears of wishes of our fellow comrades.
At the end we get medals for killing our own soul.
But to the duke of time I rest my unfulfilled soul to be humbled in tears while I grumble in silence. 

Copyright © kelvin harold | Year Posted 2011

NextLast

Post Comments

Please Login to post a comment

 
  1. Date: 3/6/2016 8:14:00 PM

    Kelvin, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing, hope to see a new one from you again. LOVE LINDA
  1. Date: 1/8/2016 8:52:00 PM

    KELVIN, well done on your poem, enjoyed reading today. *SKAT
  1. Date: 6/29/2012 7:07:00 AM

    its painful when you get a job to do that doesnt seems right,especially when it comes to taking lives,great write Kelvin

Back