Society at war
I dedicate this to my family, who have always been supportive of me and my growth in writing.
Foreword World War II is the second global war that lasted from 1939 - 1945. World War II was the most deadliest clash in all of history. This war included as many as 30 different countries and up to 100 million people. Japan was already at war with the Republic of China, but the second world war actually began when Poland was invaded by Germany. The reason Germany invaded was because Adolf Hitler wanted to restore Germany back to itâ€™s former strength and tried to invade and annex many other countries. This set off a chain reaction of very angry government officials all over the world. World War II began.
After World War II ended, many countries had repairs to attend to. Some of the tragic damage inflicted by the war still remains to this day. In my opinion, World War II was not necessary. Too many families lost their family and relatives that went off to fight in the war for their country. This would not need to have happened if Adolf Hitler had decided not to invade so many places. It only angered everyone else to the point where war had to start. Lives were lost and blood from all sides were spilled. Could the war have ended sooner or maybe not even have begun at all? UK and France declare war on Germany
Atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima
Japan attacks Pearl Harbor
Adolf Hitler commits suicide
Positive Poem Historical Event – Positive Perspective (Haiku) Pearl Harbor The bombs have fallen Men, women, and children ran The guns are @ired Grins spread all around As we cheer and laugh and @ly And we soar away And behind us all Are ruins we’ve created We’re joyous, deed done.
This poem is seen through the eyes of a japanese pilot that was part of the attack on Pearl Harbor. After this attack, the US joined in the war as an ally. This poem is saying that the japanese pilot flew in to bomb the island with all his other pilot friends. It was an order from their superiors, but even so they think that they have done a good thing for their country.
Positive Poem Historical Event – Positive Perspective (Ode) Follower of Demise Death The way you throw your furious head Swallowing people whole, As they run in fear of your grip. You are sharp, like a shining knife, Or the glinting edge of a bayonet. You are powerful, like the gunshots Fired rapidly through the air, Or the bombs that drop high From the smoky, ash-‐@illed sky. Civilians running for their lives, Soldiers attacking and pilots @lying. You stretch yourself out To capture them and toss them into their doom. You seize the battlegrounds And the souls that are trapped. You rear, and buck And kick and scratch. Death comes to all. This moment shall live on. For death has taken the cold, dark spotlight.
Seen through the eyes of a determined soldier, this poem is about the battlefields so many young men had to face to serve their country. Much blood was spilled on these grounds. He is seeing his enemies being slain and imagines death raining down on the men. He shoots, stabs, and kills as many as he can, thinking he is doing something right.
Negative Poem Historical Event – Negative Perspective (Cinquain) The war’s end Dead land Devastation Tears shed, gory ruins The A-‐bomb soared, the ashy grounds World War Dimmed eyes Smoke in the air Bones scattered on the @loor Split families searching desperately No light This poem is about the atomic bomb that hit Hiroshima near the end of World War II. It caused disastrous damage and thousands of people were killed instantly. Many were injured and hundreds of thousands more would later die due to being exposed to too much radiation. This poem is in the negative perspective of a japanese civilian who was affected by the bomb. It is about the person, panicked and injured, trying to get his bearings and find his family. It is negative because this was something he obviously didn’t
Negative Poem Historical Event – Negative Perspective (Ballad) The evacuees of Britain The tag with my name drapes down the side. The children around me have all cried I drag my suitcase out the door As we escape from the terrible war. We stand in a line to board the train Traveling to the country where we’ll remain. I won’t see my parents anymore As we escape from the terrible war. Fields of barley, corn, and rice Chills creep down me, cold as ice. I look outside, feel my sweaty palm As we escape from the falling bombs. I arrive at a house with a barn and all, A well-‐kept garden, and a messy hall. I stand up straighter, I must be calm For I have escaped from the falling bombs.
This poem is about the british children evacuees who left for the country-side in the early days of september. Three million children were taken from their homes and families for their safety. They were told to live with another family during their stay in the country-side. This poem is in the perspective of a young child who has to go away for a while. He is abandoning his mother and father as they bravely go and prepare for the war at hand.
Personal Poem Personal Change (I am from) I am from I am from the brick backyard of my long ago home, The sight of my father draining the pool. The smell of the fallen autumn leaves as he cleared them away. The hard @loor beneath my cold bare feet. I am from the freezing snow, Standing in our summer dresses. Our pleas and apologies heard miles away. I guess we’ll have to wear the winter shirts. I am from the turkey dinner and the hot pot stew The puppy lounged in my lap, unnamed. Cups @lung in the air, colliding with cheers Today was Thanksgiving with no need to care. I am from the locked car, with us stranded inside. Buckled down in the seat, the other free to roam. The police and the @ire@ighters, they came and played. Father @inally arrived with another set of keys. I am from the tiny ants who said hello With a bite of vengeance and anger Disturbing the nest was no smart move I now know better, covered in stings. I am from the open fridge, two heads sticking inside. No hesitation to climb the shelves. If only we had dared I am from the two peas in the pod. The two apples falling far from the tree. The two outcasts against the rest of the world. But at least I’m not alone. This poem consists of all the memories i hold dear to me. It’s so vivid, i am able to recall it to a simple scent of the spring air, or the feeling of wet dew drops clinging to my skin as i walk through the grass in my sandals. These are beautiful images all with my partner in crime, my twin sister Audrey. She’s here with me every step of the way and i don’t see it stopping any time soon.
Personal Poem Personal Change (I used to be, but now I am…) I used to be… I used to enjoy chocolate ice cream just like my siblings. Now I love the taste of vanilla and refuse to eat the other @lavors. I used to watch TV and stare, fascinated by the movies. Now that I have my computer for company, I ignore the TV screen. I used to have pets like turtles and @ish that swam in a few inches of water. Now I have a dog that jumps in excitement as I trudge home from school. I am a believer.
This ‘I used to be, but now i am...’ poem is about what i felt and did in my childhood compared to what i do right now. It is a poem designed to see how much i changed as a person and it’s given me a lot to think about. How have i developed these years? How much will i be learning and growing in the future?
Slam Poem Slam Poem (Free-‐verse) The Rich Rule We gaze upon this world soaking in all the sights, smells, And whatever we can put our hands on. We are unaware of those below Those who have to @ight To survive each day We’ve all heard it before. “You should feel lucky.” Your parents scold, “ I didn’t have this when I was your age!” and we reply “ Well, that’s too bad.” Because while we are churned up with the anger And the urge to argue, We Don’t Think.
They look at you, Clearly shocked You glare back with de@iance, Eyes burning bright. You lie in bed that night And think back. What are you without Your parents? No food. No shelter. No protection. No love. Nothing. On the streets, People are stealing, Begging, Crying. Their clothes ripped Like your light-‐washed jeans. We turn away. No mercy. No pity. They are beneath us. They lay there as we trample Across their cold, limp bodies. We hardly notice. A monster drowning In gleaming gems. Our life of gold Is a miracle.
This poem is dedicated to all the fortunate people in the world who don’t realize that they are actually one of the most lucky people alive on this planet. We go on our day-to-day business without ever paying attention to the people less fortunate. The poor only want what we have, yet we continue to waste what could’ve turned someone’s life upside down. Water, food, entertainment, and much more. We all take it for granted and barely see the dirt-covered people pawing at our force field of success and riches, face full of sadness and envy. We laugh and continue on. What does that make us? Monsters born from gold, silver, rubies, diamonds.
Afterword Why did i choose to write these types of poems? - Haiku - Ode - Cinquain - Ballad I chose to write a haiku because it was almost like writing three parts to a story since three haikus made up one piece. Beginning, middle, end. Haikus are not all that dissimilar to regular stories. I am a fan of reading and writing fiction stories, so if i could do that i can surely write three haikus to piece together information. When i first learned how to write an ode i thought only of all the good things i could write about until i thought of an ode to death. It fit in well with the story i was telling, and because it would say how determined these soldiers were. A cinquain is also very fun to write. Like haikus, it has syllable restrictions so it made it more challenging for me, which was half of the fun already. Being challenged by these types of poems, and still needing to use strong diction at the same time, is helping me broaden my vocabulary and my knowledge of writing poems. While writing this ballad, i had tremendous fun. The part i loved the most was trying to find a rhyme for the rhyme scheme. Itâ€™s always about linking these sentences up but trying not to stray off topic. At first, it was difficult to get into the flow of things, but once you catch on itâ€™s hard to shake off.
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