I will meet you at the front line,
where our enemies lie,
swords drawn, shields held high,
ready to fight for this life.
With you by my side,
we can take it all in stride
*
I will take each strike and bleed
battle with a silent plea,
lose parts of me,
just to make sure you're free.
A war I'd win if only
you are here fighting with me.
*
I will fight until my last breath,
swing until there's nothing left,
each strike will be deft,
even if it leads to my death,
proof my love isn't bereft
and once we've won, we can rest.
*
I will meet you in the boneyard,
where we fought hard,
with our bones charred
and our souls marred
yes, we might be scarred
but at least we still have our hearts.
*
I will meet you in the next life,
where we will reunite,
faced with another strife,
challenged by life's endless ride.
A war I will gladly fight,
as you are worth every price.
About the Creator
Brin J.
I have a few stories and poems inside me that I want to share. Maybe, if I'm lucky, they'll reach people who'll enjoy them. 📖
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (10)
This really has me thinking more about how we’ll interact in the afterlife.
May reciprocate these sentiments completely, Brin!
Good work and quite descriptive.
Well done, it made me think of some of my favorite stories!
Very sincere and such an impressive use of rhyme! Great poem, Brin!
Oh, this was beautiful, Brin. Just so much to love...so expressive, so true. Well done!
It really is worth fighting for someone when they're fighting alongside you. Loved your poem so much!
Great job
How equally brutal and beautiful! Awesome work here, loved your rhyme scheme as well.
Brin, this was beautiful! I love the passion you were able to impart within this piece!! Great work!