Militina's poem
The Forge Of Weapons
The sound of a hammer fills the atmosphere
As it echoes through the air.
The fire of steel made into weapons of death
For the warriors that will risk their lives today
Then the cries of war fill the battlefield
The war has started
The sounds of swords clashing can be heard miles away
The blood of warriors start to fill the area
At last though the war is done and peace is now in the land
Then one day the sound of a hammer fills the atmosphere once again.
Sunipa's poem
Ballerina
Dancing in the mist as the green leaves fall from the tree,
looking back on the past both good and bad things.
Leaping into the sky as the breeze passes her face,
coming back down to the green grass to dance once again.
She dances aggressively as her emotion takes over.
Her dress is as white as a little white snowflake.
She is an angel shining bright with a crown as a halo.
Waiting for her prince near a river dark and shallow.
Halasika's poem
His poem is still in the draft format and will be added to this post when completed.