Sit back, take a deep breath and immerse yourself in powerful, emotive and beautiful World War One poetry written by 7 Explorer.
The Nobodies Dreams
Bang! Bang! Bombs and bullets boomed in this brutal battle.
I dreamt of when I had run along these valleys of hell,
ran along a field where once lived some lively cattle
and now lived the rotting dead, who had fallen.
Rotten bodies, bloody bodies, parts of bodies;
They tortured me.
Heroic soldiers, now nobodies.
The dead haunted me.
I was trapped in my dreams,
dreams of watching in disgusted awe;
at rats eating bodies
eating right to the core.
Eating bodies of soldiers;
who were once heroic soldiers, now nobodies.
The immortal bombs, bullets and gas had but made me fall on one knee,
but listening to my comrades agonised screams
had tortured me,
within my deadly dreams.
Because they to were once heroic soldiers, and now nobodies.
I’ll be glad when I’m gone.
The dreams, they won’t torture me.
I’ll be free at last;
when I’m a heroic soldier, who’s turned to a nobody…
Land of the Forgotten Souls
Rising over the trench top,
A bomb detonated before my eyes,
The sound of bullets waving farewell
To millions of innocent souls pierced through me!
Falling to the ground, my body filled with sorrow,
I could smell the blood stained dust beside me,
Looking up, the sight of a million men
Yelling for help deafened me,
I was left, frozen in fear.
Bang! Alerted, I frantically rose above the haunted land,
The devastating sight of dead men
Beside me will never be forgotten,
Rushing back to the torturous trench, my heart was racing,
It was like a colony of ants treasuring their last breath,
The sight of hope started to fade,
It was my time,
My time to take my last breath.
Day after day, year after year, this story will never end,
Thousands of memories are buried under these valleys of hell,
However, millions are yet to come,
Happiness, peace and hope were buried under these forgotten souls
A very long time ago.