I did this for a school project, we had to write a poem based on a time in history, and I did mine on WWII. Please tell me what you think, criticism always helps!
The Ashes The ashes that fall, from the sky to the ground. The lives that were lost in the terrible battle. Nothing remains, except distant memories of loved ones who once roamed here. The ashes that stay, not moving from their place. The bodies that have fallen from the conflict that took place. In the midst of the echoes, from what once existed. The ashes that speak, they speak about the times. The lonely whispers of lost souls, roaming the endless craters. How something like this could have happened? The ashes that fly, born from the bombs that fell. The torn flag that once waved fearlessly, how it now lies on the dead floor. The final gunshot, that was heard from all over, signified the end. The ashes that fall, from the sky to the ground. The times have passed, from pain to somber relief. All the troubled souls, now finally at peace.