War Poem!!

Here is a poem about war that I wrote for a local poetry competiton that my school was involved in. Amazingly, I was one of the winners and I won £20's worth of book vouchers!!! (I was soo happy).
Anyway, I thought I would post it so that you could read it for yourselves. Feel free to comment if you wish!!

War Poem
Disgusting smells of perspiration and the bloody carnage
Men’s screams pierce our hearts
Our wives and children, left at home
With no knowledge of our suffering
We sit here like sitting ducks waiting for a storm to fade
We fight for our country
For glory, and wealth
Dreams of peace rule our minds
And yet, here we are,
Congealed in filth, damp and foul
Will we ever see our homes again?
We commit to paper the letters,
Well, we try
With hands ice bound and thoughts in mind
It’s hard to even draw a line
Darkness lies in front, we cannot see behind
Nothing is known of the foe ahead
Are they like us? With loves and wives back in their old lives?
So much for love and grace,
We are stuck here till the end of this race.

A Story Snipet!

Here's the prolouge of one of my stories. I started to write this, but then I wasn't happy with how I was writing it, so I deleted the story I had written so far but decided to keep the prolouge in case I happened to wander back to it when I became bored with other things and start to write it again. The main character is writing it.. (I think thats called first person?) He is a 16 year old boy growing up in one of the British ports that sprang up in the Caribbean during the 1700s. (Some inspiration form POTC & Amazing Grace for this.) And his name is William.
Anyway, here it is;

Prologue:
No one would believe me now if I told them I had fallen in love with a slave girl. Partly because the slave trade is over, finished now, all thanks to Mr Wilberforce. However, just a few years ago, if I had told anyone of my secret, who knows what would have happened?
Some have said that our story is similar to that of Romeo and Juliet, Shakespeare’s most tragic love tale. But no, our lives were nothing like that. Why? Because a tale such as that is fiction, and fiction can never be as complicated nor as harsh as real life. My life. I can still remember that first time I saw her. My eyes caught sight of her in the dark, dank gloom of the ship. Her face portrayed the most disturbing vision of trepidation that my young eyes had yet ever seen. It was as if, at that moment, I felt her pain. Regardless of what I was doing, my eyes met hers. Even now I know not why, but I am grateful for it, because within her eyes, I saw something. I saw her soul. I felt stupid soon afterwards, but I had effectuated something.
I realised, that the sixteen years I had spent upon this earth had been an absolute lie, for it was then I knew the truth; the slaves we treated like dogs were no more savage than I. I saw for them what they really were: Living, breathing, human beings.

First "Writings" Post. :)

Hello!
As you may know from the "about me" section in my profile, I like to write & read things, so this what this "Writings" blog is all about. :) Basically, every so often I will post little snipets of stories & poems I am writing, and perhaps my favourite quotes from my favourite books! I hope you add your comments and enjoy my little creations. Have fun & take care!!