The Will of Man

Don't fight against the will of man

For with his liberty he stands close to heart

With a fighting spirit, an apparition, a ghost that knows the pain of war.

Yet through the fighting there exist a red colored rose upon soil, black,

Hope, integrity, love long lasting, qualities granted upon man as he evolved to some higher being.

Yet we reduce ourselves by the edge of the sword, the sound of a gun in times of war.

Is man not enlightened enough to know that when blood spills from one it will spill from countless more?

Author's Note

I have been reading a lot of Walt Whitman and have fallen in love with his style of poetry so this is just my first attempt to write something in that style. I don't know how well the grammar is as I'm still new to poetry so just ignore that.

Reviews

[S. Michael Long]

this is definitely walt whitman -esque. it's vivid and has purpose without trying too hard. i would encourage you though.. to use that red rose in the dirt to add additional imagery. The good gray poet is one of the "kings of prose" so to speak and prose is a difficult form for even the most experienced readers to comprehend. Keep up the good work!

[Mockingbird]

i really like the imagery of the red rose among all this fighting and war. it is an intelligent well-thought out poem. great piece.