Soldiers Poems
#soldiers
Soldiers' poems about their experiences serving in an army, and poems about soldiers and war. Poetry about the role of soldiers in the world, fighting and peace keeping, and the toll war takes on individuals who serve. Including poems about soldiers' bravery, courage, war atrocities, injuries and PTSD.
PlaydateWithFire
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:11am
Yesterday 00:11am
Breaking through the twenty two.
The fire has long since
burned out.
Acrid smoke memories linger in
the nostrils of a war torn
spirit.
Once deafening battle cries muted
the whispers of doubt.
Reduced down to a subliminal hum,
only the warriors can
hear it.
Not easily cleansed is the blood
stained heart.
Graphic images chiseled into the
mind, replaying what they've
been through.
Rage and sorrow sever these
men apart.
Left with an unending struggle
never to be one of the
twenty two.
burned out.
Acrid smoke memories linger in
the nostrils of a war torn
spirit.
Once deafening battle cries muted
the whispers of doubt.
Reduced down to a subliminal hum,
only the warriors can
hear it.
Not easily cleansed is the blood
stained heart.
Graphic images chiseled into the
mind, replaying what they've
been through.
Rage and sorrow sever these
men apart.
Left with an unending struggle
never to be one of the
twenty two.
#soldiers
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD
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David_Macleod
Poem Published
19th Aug 2019 6:45pm
19th Aug 2019 6:45pm
SMOKED - - - For the "Clothed" Comp
Tentatively they rose from their trenches
Slowly deserting rickety wooden benches
Surprisingly rifles and guns are left behind
As thoughts of Christmas enter their mind
Such a happy time for families and friends
An apparent cease-fire and making amends
Helmets and coats make good goalposts
A game of football is their Christmas toast
One-nil, one one, two-nil, score unimportant
Laughing, joking, running and having such fun
At some point, they'll have to return to the gun
They're out of breath they've scored many goals
They'll have to...
Slowly deserting rickety wooden benches
Surprisingly rifles and guns are left behind
As thoughts of Christmas enter their mind
Such a happy time for families and friends
An apparent cease-fire and making amends
Helmets and coats make good goalposts
A game of football is their Christmas toast
One-nil, one one, two-nil, score unimportant
Laughing, joking, running and having such fun
At some point, they'll have to return to the gun
They're out of breath they've scored many goals
They'll have to...
#grief
#soldiers
#heartbroken
#war
#death
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3 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
30th Jul 2019 11:03pm
30th Jul 2019 11:03pm
The Fight Inside The Exodus
(Forty-One Against Seven)
…On five, off four, on six, off three - they counted in their heads,
On twelve, off two, on fifteen, off eight counting in the bloodshed.
They’d prepared themselves in the morning,
When the enemy pushed through the door,
But the seven young men without warning,
Would spill the enemy’s blood on the floor.
The anti-gravity chamber doors unlocked,
And in four seconds ten of the men rushed in,
But when the engines whirred the doors locked,
The enemy didn’t know what was happening.
Their feet...
…On five, off four, on six, off three - they counted in their heads,
On twelve, off two, on fifteen, off eight counting in the bloodshed.
They’d prepared themselves in the morning,
When the enemy pushed through the door,
But the seven young men without warning,
Would spill the enemy’s blood on the floor.
The anti-gravity chamber doors unlocked,
And in four seconds ten of the men rushed in,
But when the engines whirred the doors locked,
The enemy didn’t know what was happening.
Their feet...
#soldiers
#war
#death
#fiction
#scifi
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5 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
28th Jul 2019 3:53pm
28th Jul 2019 3:53pm
Lost Men
( a double Quatern )
For some to whom the years have not been kind,
And beaten into treads of alley cracks.
Where poison oleander of the mind,
Grows pink and scarlet all along the tracks.
Is omnipresent, making all else dim,
For some to whom the years have not been kind.
The remnants of a battle, none to slim,
To oust the honored few we leave behind.
The marches in the blinding rain confined,
The ossify of driftwood’s living dead.
For some to whom the years have not been kind,
In olive camaflage of jungle red....
For some to whom the years have not been kind,
And beaten into treads of alley cracks.
Where poison oleander of the mind,
Grows pink and scarlet all along the tracks.
Is omnipresent, making all else dim,
For some to whom the years have not been kind.
The remnants of a battle, none to slim,
To oust the honored few we leave behind.
The marches in the blinding rain confined,
The ossify of driftwood’s living dead.
For some to whom the years have not been kind,
In olive camaflage of jungle red....
#soldiers
#war
#death
#shame
#memorial
105 reads
6 Comments
LiamReeduus
LiamReedus
LiamReedus
Poem Published
28th Jul 2019 6:36am
28th Jul 2019 6:36am
Kilos two side set
#soldiers
#humankind
80 reads
6 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
24th Jul 2019 11:01am
24th Jul 2019 11:01am
There is nothing chivalrous about a sniper
In days of yore, when the rain did pour;
Inside an inn, they spoke of was and when.
Even then their present was defined by their history,
As they prepared to march off to war again.
With muddied boots, we stomp on those which we call our enemy.
With feasts of meat and ale and fruit, we happily fill our bellies.
We raise the roof with our own self-importance.
We sing of past deeds and of how the battles were won.
Where we once used swords so chivalrously,
Now we fight each other using any surreptitious means;
Instead of swords, now...
Inside an inn, they spoke of was and when.
Even then their present was defined by their history,
As they prepared to march off to war again.
With muddied boots, we stomp on those which we call our enemy.
With feasts of meat and ale and fruit, we happily fill our bellies.
We raise the roof with our own self-importance.
We sing of past deeds and of how the battles were won.
Where we once used swords so chivalrously,
Now we fight each other using any surreptitious means;
Instead of swords, now...
#soldiers
#war
#death
#memories
#historical
36 reads
0 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2019 10:10pm
22nd Jul 2019 10:10pm
OG
#love
#soldiers
#family #God
#family #God
85 reads
8 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 12:51pm
18th Jul 2019 12:51pm
Left for dead
Rocket on the floor; dead men in a war.
When you hear the call, come prepared to fall.
Picture on a door shows the face on the dart board,
Through which the injured will soon walk.
Blood on a wall;
You have been here before.
Ghost in the night at last has found its sight by misdesign.
The ghosts disappear in the morning light.
Pocket on a leg, left there to forget.
Written on a tissue in lipstick red.
Numbers to regret, words I never said.
All those people you left for dead.
A soldier talking about peace is an...
When you hear the call, come prepared to fall.
Picture on a door shows the face on the dart board,
Through which the injured will soon walk.
Blood on a wall;
You have been here before.
Ghost in the night at last has found its sight by misdesign.
The ghosts disappear in the morning light.
Pocket on a leg, left there to forget.
Written on a tissue in lipstick red.
Numbers to regret, words I never said.
All those people you left for dead.
A soldier talking about peace is an...
#soldiers
#war
#death
#ghosts
#rebellion
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2 Comments
Joshuaberry
Ancestor
Ancestor
Poem Published
16th Jul 2019 11:07pm
16th Jul 2019 11:07pm
Militia
Sure this is genuine? "
The words betrayed his gaze. The former and the latter took choiced turns as the disguisers kept murdering the pace between the geographic setting that held the northern alliance from Shamar's militia.
Their hands were up, bellicose of veiled implications on the part of the northern alliance. That was not as expected. That wouldn't have happened at the sanity of the mental horizon. Something must be wrong. But, what turn the wrong took, none could trace, not even Lambz,the leader of the ODA 596.
He needed no...
The words betrayed his gaze. The former and the latter took choiced turns as the disguisers kept murdering the pace between the geographic setting that held the northern alliance from Shamar's militia.
Their hands were up, bellicose of veiled implications on the part of the northern alliance. That was not as expected. That wouldn't have happened at the sanity of the mental horizon. Something must be wrong. But, what turn the wrong took, none could trace, not even Lambz,the leader of the ODA 596.
He needed no...
#soldiers
#humankind
#masculinity
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
11th Jul 2019 7:45pm
11th Jul 2019 7:45pm
35. Beedazzled
The hornets appeared on the horizon.
Zipper was on lookout with Tryin’ Flyon.
The two of them were in an argument
And didn’t see the hornet’s a-flying.
In fear Tryin’ stumbled back and hit a plant,
And all the water came raining down with a mighty splash.
Sound the alarm! I can’t, Tryin’!
My wings are soaked through, said Zipper, nearly crying.
The two of them ran and watched as above a squadron of hornets,
Crashed down with a thud!
What have we got here lads? A couple of wet-through bees.
Please don’t...
Zipper was on lookout with Tryin’ Flyon.
The two of them were in an argument
And didn’t see the hornet’s a-flying.
In fear Tryin’ stumbled back and hit a plant,
And all the water came raining down with a mighty splash.
Sound the alarm! I can’t, Tryin’!
My wings are soaked through, said Zipper, nearly crying.
The two of them ran and watched as above a squadron of hornets,
Crashed down with a thud!
What have we got here lads? A couple of wet-through bees.
Please don’t...
#soldiers
#war
#death
#ShortStory
#bees
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
9th Jul 2019 4:41am
9th Jul 2019 4:41am
Illusion Of Freedom
Lady Liberty fleeces the daylight,
her soft, red petals of promise
flowing in the milky dawn.
She is soft against the hardness
of metal on bone
as the chosen ones march
for her on tree-lined streets
in the unbruised soul of America.
Writhing in untold stories
the unknown soldier waits
marching to the bands' drum
where he was found at last.
When will he be found;
when the flag frays in
the winds of tomorrow.
He sleeps, unwoken to a child's eyes,...
her soft, red petals of promise
flowing in the milky dawn.
She is soft against the hardness
of metal on bone
as the chosen ones march
for her on tree-lined streets
in the unbruised soul of America.
Writhing in untold stories
the unknown soldier waits
marching to the bands' drum
where he was found at last.
When will he be found;
when the flag frays in
the winds of tomorrow.
He sleeps, unwoken to a child's eyes,...
#soldiers
#war
#America
#memorial
#freedom
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
28th Jun 2019 7:09pm
28th Jun 2019 7:09pm
combat boots
spinning on the axel of fate
unraveling the pieces of me hidden
systematically taught to be afraid
where a cage is safety
I'm at the gate of freedom
timidly I stand in the sun
shielding my eyes the world too bright
soldier of greed holds tight
I pull to be free
am I ready to stand on my own feet?
I forgot who I am really
in the shadow of a domineering figure
I left who I was behind to fit his opinion
I'm the bad guy I admit it
held to a standard he himself doesn't fit
everyone fooled because I allowed it ...
unraveling the pieces of me hidden
systematically taught to be afraid
where a cage is safety
I'm at the gate of freedom
timidly I stand in the sun
shielding my eyes the world too bright
soldier of greed holds tight
I pull to be free
am I ready to stand on my own feet?
I forgot who I am really
in the shadow of a domineering figure
I left who I was behind to fit his opinion
I'm the bad guy I admit it
held to a standard he himself doesn't fit
everyone fooled because I allowed it ...
#love
#soldiers
#SelfWorth
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