Question

Can someone be nice enough to help create a poem please anyone ?

Answer 1

Um poem for whom ??

Answer 2

For nuclear weapons

Answer 3

Um sure.. i will try to help you at my best

Answer 4

thank you so much

Answer 5

So how should we start??

Answer 6

First gather some latest info about nuclear weapons.. then you will feel easy to write in it..

Answer 7

This is a poem for nuclear weapons:


Hello nuclear weapons.
I've heard some pretty bad stuff about you.

There have been anti-nuclear sit-ins,
with fear of the damage you could do.


lol If it's for nuclear weapons(as in writing it for them to read), we shouldn't offend them, the could get angry and hurt us.

Answer 8

if this is fine, you could add to it.

Answer 9

thanks for helping me

Answer 10

Welcome.. :)

Answer 11

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Answer 12

Hehehe cute @GreenCat

Answer 13

Yes latex for life ;)

Answer 14

Latex beautify our saying..love it.. <3

Answer 15

Hows this? Its a little short because I had to make it up on the spot but idk XD

Broken dreams, shattered hearts
Many dying, To much crying
To hate or to love, Either way its innocent blood
Failed future, broken pasts these victories never last

- Libby

Answer 16

@GreenCat

Hows that? Please don't be rude my heart might splat XD Rhymes are fun but I gotta run /=

Answer 17

Uh oh Dum Dum. You better run run.

Answer 18

Thanks thats amazing :)

Answer 19

@Librarian

Answer 20

@cookielate
Hope this helps, have a nice day.
Tag me on anymore you need help with! :)
******************

August 6th

How could I ever forget that flash of light!

In a moment thirty thousand people ceased to be

The cries of fifty thousand killed

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Through yellow smoke whirling into light

Buildings split, bridges collapsed

Crowded trams burnt as they rolled about

Hiroshima, all full of boundless heaps of embers

Soon after, skin dangling like rags

With hands on breasts

Treading upon the spilt brains

Wearing shreds of burnt cloth round their loins

There came numberless lines of the naked

all crying

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Bodies on the parade ground, scattered like

jumbled stone images

Crowds in piles by the river banks

loaded upon rafts fastened to shore

Turned by and by into corpses

under the scorching sun

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In the midst of flame

tossing against the evening sky

Round about the street where mother and

brother were trapped alive under the fallen house

The fire-flood shifted on

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On beds of filth along the Armory floor

Heaps, God knew who they were....

Heaps of schoolgirls lying in refuse

Pot-bellied, one-eyed

with half their skin peeled off, bald

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The sun shone, and nothing moved

but the buzzing flies in the metal basins

Reeking with stagnant odor

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How can I forget that stillness

Prevailing over the city of three hundred thousand?

Amidst that calm

How can I forget the entreaties

Of the departed wife and child

Through their orbs of eyes

Cutting through our minds and souls?

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At the First-Aid Station

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You

Who weep although you have no ducts for tears

Who cry although you have no lips for words

Who wish to clasp

Although you have no skin to touch

You

Limbs twitching, oozing blood and foul secretions

Eyes all puffed-up slits of white

Tatters of underwear

Your only clothing now

Yet with no thought of shame

Ah! How fresh and lovely you all were

A flash of time ago

When you were school girls, a flash ago

Who could believe it now?

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Out from the murky, quivering flames

Of burning, festering Hiroshima

You step, unrecognizable

even to yourselves

You leap and crawl, one by one

Onto this grassy plot

Wisps of hair on bronze bald heads

Into the dust of agony

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Why have you had to suffer this?

Why this, the cruellest of inflictions?

Was there some purpose?

Why?

You look so monstrous, but could not know

How far removed you are now from mankind

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You think:

Perhaps you think

Of mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters

Could even they know you now?

Of sleeping and waking, of breakfast and home

Where the flowers in the hedge scattered in a flash

And even the ashes now have gone

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Thinking, thinking, you are thinking

Trapped with friends

who ceased to move, one by one

Thinking when once you were a daughter

A daughter of humanity

******************

Answer 21

this one joy division song helps me think about stuff about nuke war the songs name is warsaw

Answer 22

Thank you so much its so amazing