“I meant to write a song of battle, for storied deeds of war inspire; I seemed to hear the cannon thunder, I seemed to see the smoke and fire. But oh, the pathos of the ending when brave men conquered in the fight, knelt, kissing yielded blood-stained colors!--my eyes are blurred, I cannot write.” MenWritingWarEyeSongFightingFireBloodInspireColorBattleKissingBraveDeedsSmokeThunderBrave ManCannonsPathosSmoke And Fire Book:Nadine and Other Poems Source: Nadine and Other Poems
“He will come with a mouth full of forevers and skin as sweet as spring time. He will kiss the places that hurt and will tell you the scars are beautiful. He will cover every inch of you in words he's learned and dress you in the colors of every season and he will not be the one. He will feel like a hurricane and you'll wonder how you will ever recover and rebuild. But you will. You always will. And you'll realize he is not the one.” FeelsBeautifulRealizingHurtWonderColorSweetKissingSpringMouthsSkinsSeasonsDressesScarInchesHurricanesSpring Time Author:Tyler Kent