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Bobby Snyder III
dad, death, farewell, hero, sad, soldier, war,
He wrapped his arms around me
Never wanting to let go
I gently whispered in his ear
Daddy, when you coming home?
He said I'm off to battle today
To heal the wounded soldiers cries.
I don't know when or if I'll be back
The tears began to flood my eyes.
As father walked away
His smile, it did gleam.
His final words to me
Became but a nightmare within a dream.
The bomb rang out
Through the desert air.
When the dust did settle
They found father there.
The soldiers stood at attention
They saluted their brother goodbye,
And the eagle spread its wings
As a true American soldier, had died.
death, horse, love, soldier, war,
My one true love with eyes of sparkling blue
Our hearts as one it was our destiny
Heaven sent you for me and me for you
It would not last but end in tragedy.
War intervened I’d have to go away
To the Crimea with the light brigade
My true love I thought of every day
Our lives on hold along with plans we’d made.
The Captain said “suppress your greatest fears
Ride close ranks and do not come asunder”
The noise of hooves were ringing in my ears
Sounds they made were like a raging thunder.
A lance pierced me and off my horse I fell
Then death came down, my life I bid farewell.
Written on 7th February 2019.
10th grade, angst, anxiety, death, horror, imagery, war,
I can smell the coppery scent of blood
and the stench of death, excrement and piss.
A soldier lies dead, his face in the mud,
I never believed war would look like this.
My mind’s gone numb, I cannot shed a tear
I can't change reality, so why try.
For there's nothing left within me but fear
the more I live, the more I want to die.
I fear the killing will never be done
God has left my heart, and abandoned me.
For I fight a war that cannot be won
and seen more than I ever wished to see.
War is a putrid expanding abyss
where simply surviving can seem like bliss.
Jan. 1, 2019
War Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Massey
death, life, war,
In dead-man's land
red poppies grow,
Fertilised by blood,
sun and winter snow;
And on widows' weeds
streams of sadness flow,
Lost freedoms seeds
beneath ignorance goes
To no-man's land
where,there were but crows;
With Spring's new life
real peace they can know,
In the Morning Star's
courage, death, war, men,
The Texans weren't supposed to be
Holding the old mission.
Sam Houston sent Jim Bowie there.
Said he had a vision.
Bowie wanted to save the fort.
So did Colonel Travis.
They say when Santa Anna came
Carnage there was massive.
Two hundred men would die that day.
One was Davey Crockett.
He couldn't save the Alamo.
Too few men to stop it.
Santa Anna won the battle,
Taking back the city.
He killed each and every soldier.
Showing them no pity.
Santa Anna was defeated
Outside San Jacento.
The Texans bore the battle cry,
angst, death, depression, fear, history, life, loss, nature, people, sad, slam, time, war,
Gerard Keogh Jr.
death, funeral, imagination, science, war
darker than raindrops
mushroom cloud blooming purple....
I can see my bones
Disgorge the land, unload the ship, and take
the old and new to keep. For down they went
the rich and poor, all good all bad, all dead.
We pound our drum we beat our chest, the lost
are done so eat the corn. My heart, your heart
is not to care, the Gods are one and that
is good, so go and yell the news, we won
the war is done and peace begun. It might
be peace to us; to them no peace is won
no cake is cut no war is done, oh well!
angst, death, war
Grovel for blood, grovel for blood you bastards
Hunger for bodies of innocent children and flee
Amidst webs of mayhem you throw the world asunder
“Zionists we are, all so powerful, all so free!”
And again the injustice of war compels me
To speak in anger and utterly be
I am sorry fellow poets if harshness comes with words
But the news gives me not any joy, not any glee
For the people of Palestine are now in torture
And all I can do is watch Ghaza fall to become debris
career, conflict, death, loss, patriotic, war, work,
silently I lie
awaiting I await thee
a wry smirk greets me
sighted precision confirms
sporadic crimson now speaks
dark, death, evil, horror, war,
The Hounds of Hell Released
Blood-spattered feathers on broken wings,
and the Age of Angels and Light was undone.
A black mantle of terror and darkness descended,
as the red-hot lips of hell opened wide, belching out
war-thirsty hounds that shredded peace to pieces.
Contest: In 5 Lines or Less #1 (Picture This)
Sponsor: SKAT A
conflict, death, violence, war,
Barbarous reason rejoices
and draws strength dispensing death.
Its celebration comes with
cold effigies of blood soaked,
ravaged, masked graves of silence,
leaving any subsequent regret
within the heart of the stonecutter.
The suffocating privacy
of each muddy sepulcher
calls out its loss-but who will listen
through the rumble of the caissons roar?
Fear has no time to mourn.
Only after the flame
leaves its postscript
are the cries of the Widow heard-
then wars agony entreats the soul...
adventure, death, fantasy, war,
They burst forth and charge downwards
Matching uniforms shiny against the grey sky
Their only desire to smash suicidally upon our ranks
We hear the thunder of them coming, and carefully prepare
The vanguard already lie smashed upon the ground
The rest will soon swell the regiments of the defeated
Moments before they arrive we deploy our umbrellas
Countless warriors smash harmlessly inches above our heads
Their watery remains dripping from our defences
Mingling with those of their already fallen brethren
Contest : FALL YOUR CHOICE any theme/any form max 12 lines
death, warred, snow, red, snow,
The snow fell on bloody ground
turning the white to red, eating the silent
flakes till they disappeared into red dust.
The hand lay still...hopelessly bound
in death. Warm red snow was not meant
to melt and cover white life with lust.
No breath melted the blanket of white
dancing playfully on the mother's son
who lay coldly quiet 'neath nature's cover.
He had wanted to stay...not feel the splice
of war...taking him beyond the red sun
atop the earth where the hawks hover.
death, future, home, loss, war,
W eeping fills the hangar as his casket is brought out,
E mbraced by Old Glory's colors, a fitting soldier's shroud.
L oved one's hearts are shattered, future hopes, dreams are crushed;
C omrades in arms salute him, adding a bittersweet touch.
O verwhelming grief consumes those left behind,
M eaningless words, platitudes spoken to be kind.
E arnest tales of bravery told of him who died.
H eavy with emotion, a nation shares regrets,
O ffering condolences to those who won't forget.
M any a brave soldier has been welcomed home this way.
E nding future ventures, they've come home to stay.
Entered in Susan Burch's Little Viewed Jewels contest.
abuse, bullying, culture, death, pride, vanity, war,
For the Haven’s advancement,
the Elite may extend a courteous backhand,
or a fist wrapped with opinion
that some may mistake for abuse.
Dante’s girl fell from her steeple
head first into a cauldron of pride,
now her feeble corpse twitches
trying to vomit the blackest pitch grey.
Stains her soldier’s dress blues
duty has him answer the bench’s call.
Gaveled verdicts now deleted,
appeals one site’s ambitions.
Often found in a library,
their little boy plays with
his toy box full of straw men
and overused emoticons.
Each breath billows the forge,
black smoke void of The Father,
they beat a gift’s beauty into a weapon,
the cutting edge of the Deceiver’s con.
death, husband, war,
Endlessly the widows weep
For their adored lovers lost
To their final, eternal sleep;
This is wars cost.
The reasoning for their loss they can’t dispel,
For in reality there’s no protected to keep;
Of this irrefutable knowledge they can’t quell,
Forever floating in their emotional sea they steep.
The loss of these souls is abundant,
Annually growing dismally deep,
To the point the numbers are redundant;
Endlessly more and more widows will weep.
Gregory R Barden
beauty, death, earth, holocaust, true love, war, world,
Our mouths and our souls mix as we become one,
Love second to none ...
The moon, that just moments before bathed our night -
Now swallowed by light ...
Huge clouds, like fresh mushrooms, bloom pink in the skies,
Soft-sparkling your eyes ...
Night, turned to day, with bright colors and aura ...
Such dazzling horror ...
Our mouths and our souls mix as we become one,
We burn like the sun ...
Our lives and world ... done.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Half-Eleven" Poetry Contest, Nina Parmenter, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "The Last ..." Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.
angst, death, faith, history, hope, life, loss, peace, people, places, political, war
Dream on man
War is constant
It has gone beyond
Catholic or Protestant
From our short lived past
Will never dilute
As long as we last
In this modern world
We fight for different reasons
What ever the excuse
And in any season
We fight over land
Even over soccer
How the hell can that be
We now fight over oil
In a camouflaged war
Taking innocents with us
In public deplore
Bombing with precision
We vote them in
As they twist their decisions
Dream on man
War has changed
Greed has taken over
From the pasts deranged
Anna Sabrina Tate
There's more to life than living
Its all about the love & kindness to others given.
We are born as one not as two
So who you become is upto only you.
We will meet with others along lifes way
& how we treat them is how kindness will repay.
Before the lord when in death we do become
Where we will meet pure judgment in deaths succumb.
So remember in life to be your best
Even so when you are put to its hardest tests.
For you shall reap in all you so
When to your graves your buried 6ft below.
This is wherr your body remains
But your spirit rises into the heavens where its
culture, death, political, war,
The streets are thronged with people
Chanting empty slogans
Dancing to a globalist agenda...
W.A. CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2017.
Brenda Victoria Northeast
death, faith, funeral, hope, life, loss, peace, people, political, social, war, world,
You’re our hero
The poor and impoverished
Captive starving millions
Tears of anguish
Tears of dread
The cost of their Hero’s burial
Is too their debt
The living for their leader
The hungry little ones
The world watches on
My Hero gave it all
A willing sacrifice
His perfect life
His perfect love
That we might live
His excruciating death
Has not left us comfortless
And soon to be
Our resurrection of renewal
We the loyal few weep for what we did
His life for ours
The rest rejoice because you died
The world now looks on
©? Brenda V Northeast 29 Dec. 2011
courage, death, soldier, war,
Called then, to duty,
I stood before my brothers,
urging them to war
T'were boys I led to battle
and I drift now among you
dead as well, save grim valor
and brutal resolution
March 22, 2019
adventure, death, death,
Were you lost in the war,
tween the Poms n the Boer
Bush Veldt Carbineers,
for sure, one time.
Did death interfere,
enlisted no fear, dumb time,
Were you in the trench,
with the dead oh the stench,
When lice were chewing just fine,
Kaiser Bill’s, machine gunner’s , did you kill,
Just another one of the times.
Time wasting for sure,
when death shuts the door,
The baby does grow yet again,
Poor bugger me, has to learn it all see,
Old enough for death to explain.
Hitler came next and the Japanese threat,
In the death march, you died of the bayonet,
So come back again, like a veteran,
This time, try to explain it.
death, depression, faith, life, people, political, war
I LISTENED ONCE TO THE BIRDS IN THE SKY
ITS SOFT AWAKENING
I LISTEN NOW
DELEUDED SHRIEKS FROM THE PIERCING LIGHT
I LISTENED ONCE TO THE WINDS
IT’S CHIMES TINKLES WITH THE MORNING DEW
I LISTEN NOW
HOWLS OF PAIN TEAR AT MY SKIN
I FELT ONCE THE GLORY OF THE SUN
BATHING PEACEFULLY IN ITS WARMTH
I FEEL NOW
INESCAPABLE FIRE THAT TORTURES MY SOUL
I FELT ONCE THE AIR THAT I BREATHE
I FEEL NOW
SUFFOCATION OF POLLUTION
I LISTENED ONCE TO THE SONG OF THE CITY
I LISTEN NOW TO ITS FUNERAL MARCH