can someone help me think of a poem that has to do with war, freedom, childhood or death?

Question

- the poem has to be about 8-10 lines long




* ur help will be greatly appreciated

Answer 1

Mid-term Break


I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close,
At two o'clock our neighbors drove me home.

In the porch I met my father crying--
He had always taken funerals in his stride--
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.

The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand

And tell me they were "sorry for my trouble,"
Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand

In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs.
At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.

Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,

Wearing a poppy bruise on the left temple,
He lay in the four foot box as in a cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.

A four foot box, a foot for every year.

Seamus Heaney

Answer 2

Under The Violets. By: Oliver Wendell Holmes. DEATH.

The Charge of The Light Brigade. Tennyson. WAR

A Considered Reply to a Child. Johathon Price. CHILD

Answer 3

Here is a beautiful poem about death:

I am standing by the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a peck of white cloud
just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says :
- 'There she goes!

Gone where?
Gone from my sight - that is all.

She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the places of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.

And just at the moment when someone at my side says:
- 'There she goes! ',
there are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout :
- 'Here she comes!'


Parable of immortality ( A ship leaves . . . )
by Henry Van Dyke - 1852 - 1933

Answer 4

i somewhat include that final verse I agree completely, i think of you ought to memorize that one, existence is a bitter pill yet we'd desire to constantly no longer take that out on others and in case you ought to pass back to being a boy of ten, you will possibly be able to comprehend which you had thoughts then, which you seem to have hidden away. Do you have any others as properly Mr. handsome and the grotesque significant and this? i think of you rather published one that i myself cherished awhile back which would be 4 entire poems I somewhat have had the excitement of comparing.

Answer 5

Do not go gentle into that good night
--Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Answer 6

They ask me where I've been,
And what I've done and seen.
But what can I reply
Who know it wasn't I,
But someone just like me,
Who went across the sea
And with my head and hands
Killed men in foreign lands...
Though I must bear the blame,
Because he bore my name.

Answer 7

"In Flanders Fields" or "The Spires of Oxford (as seen from the train)"

Answer 8

google "dulce decorum est"