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Poem Details | by Bobby Snyder III |
Categories: dad, death, farewell, hero, sad, soldier, war,

A Lost Soldier

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.


Poem Details | by Tom Cunningham |
Categories: death, horse, love, soldier, war,

Death Of A Lancer

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.

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 10th grade, angst, anxiety, death, horror, imagery, war,

A Putrid Expanding Abyss


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. (Sonnet) Jan. 1, 2019 War Sonnet Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mark Massey

Poem Details | by Brian Strand |
Categories: death, life, war,

SOMEWHERE

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
perpetual glow!





Poem Details | by Ray Dillard |
Categories: courage, death, war, men,

Remember the Alamo

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,
 Remember Alamo!

1/15/2013
RAY

Poem Details | by Vincent Rossi |
Categories: angst, death, depression, fear, history, life, loss, nature, people, sad, slam, time, war,

Agree to Disagree

                                               
                                               Mankind's greatest
                                                 accomplishment...
                                                       
                                                      

                                                      is death.

Poem Details | by Gerard Keogh Jr. |
Categories: death, funeral, imagination, science, war

darker than raindrops

darker than raindrops
mushroom cloud blooming purple....
I can see my bones

Poem Details | by Dan Helppi |
Categories: sympathy, war,

Peace

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!

Poem Details | by farah chamma |
Categories: angst, death, war

Ghaza

 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 

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: career, conflict, death, loss, patriotic, war, work,

Tanka 3

silently I lie awaiting I await thee a wry smirk greets me sighted precision confirms sporadic crimson now speaks

Poem Details | by Pandita Sanchez |
Categories: dark, death, evil, horror, war,

The Hounds of Hell Released

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.
10-31-2015 Contest: In 5 Lines or Less #1 (Picture This) Sponsor: SKAT A Placement: 6th

Poem Details | by Steven McDonald |
Categories: death, metaphor, military, war, world,

To those for war

Paddling through a river you made.
Rowing to your success & fame.
So row!
Paddle through the blood,
The blood of your countries sons.

Watching your people try to swim.
As they fill the river to it's brim.
So stare!
Watch them create the river you row through,
Rowing through all their blood.

Planting your countries flag into a generation.
As you land at your destination.
So sow! 
Plant the metal pole through the shriveled corpses,
The corpses of a dead generation.

Hearing the mothers' cries.
As they stare at all their sons' lives.
So listen!
Hear the tormented wails of agony,
Agony caused by your greed.

Poem Details | by Nick Bagnall |
Categories: adventure, death, fantasy, war,

Embattled

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
Honorable Mention

Poem Details | by Patricia Langston-Moran |
Categories: death, warred, snow, red, snow,

Son of War

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.

Poem Details | by Charlie Smith |
Categories: conflict, death, violence, war,

The Agony Of 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...

Poem Details | by Kim Merryman |
Categories: death, future, home, loss, war,

Welcome Home

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.

Poem Details | by Casey Strong |
Categories: death, husband, war,

Weeping Widows

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.

Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: beauty, death, earth, holocaust, true love, war, world,

Last Kiss


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.

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: angst, death, faith, history, hope, life, loss, peace, people, places, political, war

Wars of Difference and Different Wars

Dream on man
War is constant
It has gone beyond
Catholic or Protestant

Religious wars
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
Imaginary WMD
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

Guerrilla, assault
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




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Poem Details | by Anna Sabrina Tate |
Categories: bereavement,

War in my world

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
 eternity sustains.

Poem Details | by W.A. CHOLT |
Categories: culture, death, political, war,

New World Order

Outside 
The streets are thronged with people 
Chanting empty slogans 
Mindless minions 
Dancing to a globalist agenda...

           W.A. CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2017.

Poem Details | by Brenda Victoria Northeast |
Categories: death, faith, funeral, hope, life, loss, peace, people, political, social, war, world,

Hero's

You’re our hero
The poor and impoverished 
Captive starving millions
Cry
Tears of anguish
Tears of dread

The cost of their Hero’s burial
Is too their debt
Their sacrifice 
The living for their leader 

The hungry little ones 
Cry
The world watches on
In fear

My Hero gave it all
His life
A willing sacrifice 
His perfect life
His perfect love
His cost
Our hatred
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 
In fear

©? Brenda V Northeast              29 Dec. 2011

 
 


Poem Details | by DON JOHNSON |
Categories: adventure, death, death,

War

War 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. Don Johnson

Poem Details | by sharmin begum |
Categories: death, depression, faith, life, people, political, war

Listen

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
FEELING ALIVE
I FEEL NOW
SUFFOCATION OF POLLUTION

I LISTENED ONCE TO THE SONG OF THE CITY
I LISTEN NOW TO ITS FUNERAL MARCH

Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: courage, death, soldier, war,

Soldier

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Soldier.

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

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March 22, 2019