The Colosseum

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Dark shadows fill the rooms
Torches blackened from a fire that has long since died out
While the rocks weep with the morning dew.
The ghosts haunt the concrete halls
And sit in the high stone benches
As they await a battle that will never come.
Rusted metal and broken spears
Litter the dirt where the mighty had once stood
Pieces of warriors that no longer breathe
They are all that is left of a once great society.
The cracks and vines go up the walls
While the ghosts still haunt these never ending halls.
A throne that sits atop the magnificent gallery
Mable stone that was cracked but sturdy
Has fallen into rubble and ruin.
There is no one left to remember the names
There is no one left to take part
There is no one left

Submitted: July 30, 2018

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Bert Broomberg

Great poem. I love the images you used. I have a tip you may find useful. In the fourth stanza you have the rhyming pair "walls" and "halls". Because there are no other rhyming pairs in the rest of the poem, this looks a bit weird. There is even a term for it: accidental rhyme. It is never a good idea to have acicidental rhyme in a poem. As soon as you decide not to use rhyme, don't put in the one rhyming pair, it looks awkward. The word corridors or rooms would have been a better option for the word halls. Especially, since you already used halls in an earlier stanza.
I hope this has been helpful to you.

Wed, August 8th, 2018 8:49pm

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