PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Blossomed Solider


My Name is Private and I was once weak but now im strong 

this sudden change inside of me 

but what for? because of who? why now? 

The time had came where it was time for something new. 

I questioned to myself, "Do you trust this? what are you afraid of? "

Nothing. Simply nothing....my seed coat is my armor and my shield 

I am protected. Now I am ready for whats next, give me your best shot 

Pour that viciously cold water on my face, I've put everything I had on the line just for this moment 

Go ahead. I'm trigged but this is where it all goes down, trying to make the time go by as my face is burning from the sun and my gluteus are being stretched beneath the dirt. All that history,memories,mysteries, concentration, contemplating, hallucinations, smoked weeds chopped away and now I'm praying as the horn toots, sounding an alarm.

Ah. Sensational, Now what? Is there anyth-

WOW...wait a min. whoa but im not even on my next cycle yet, their has been a fairly extended gap in the month before my

final stage. am I being tricked? is this death? Something must be really wrong.."Dahlia what is this?" 

"Dahlia?....Dahlia!?"

Settle down. Relax, I got you. Everything is going to be alright Solider its time... your platoon is here and the event has started.

"you know?,

"your special, flowers don't just pick themselves."

Congrats, Officer Rose.

 

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Jordansfinest04

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.