buddydog
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2024 4:52pm
2nd Jun 2024 4:52pm
Sunnyside continued-11
Willie crept forward cautiously on his way to Robert Paul's house. The night was filled with the smell of smoldering timber and a warm, orange glow lit up the area. From a safe spot behind the remnants of the sawmill, Willie kept watch out for any Union Soldiers. He spotted a few scattered groups of them, so he decided to stay put and wait for a more opportune moment to move closer.
Bessie and Paul’s daughters came face to face with three Union soldiers as they opened the door to the smokehouse. Unarmed and vulnerable, the girls presented an inviting target for the enemy. In a...
Bessie and Paul’s daughters came face to face with three Union soldiers as they opened the door to the smokehouse. Unarmed and vulnerable, the girls presented an inviting target for the enemy. In a...
#soldiers
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
21st Apr 2024 8:36pm
21st Apr 2024 8:36pm
The Firing Squad
#death
#soldiers
#war
110 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Mar 2024 7:11pm
14th Mar 2024 7:11pm
Military Madness
Look into my eyes
I’m a human guinea pig
Born to be controlled
Forced into experimentation
I have no name
No words that mean anything
A little each day,
Psycho & possessed into a state
War inside my head
I can feel the pain
Can you?
I’m a human guinea pig
Born to be controlled
Forced into experimentation
I have no name
No words that mean anything
A little each day,
Psycho & possessed into a state
War inside my head
I can feel the pain
Can you?
#loneliness
#soldiers
#war
#MentalHealth
#military
129 reads
7 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 2:28pm
22nd Feb 2024 2:28pm
Dial Portugal 1944
Under the cloak of neutrality,
Portugal, land of ancient navigators,
watched the world in calamity,
in the silence of their own fears.
Salazar, with his iron hand,
kept the war out the door,
but the echo of the conflict was sincere,
and in the gloom, hope was dead.
The Tagus reflected the moonlight
while spies danced in Lisbon.
War, a shadow that continues
in the story that memory sings.
Tungsten fueled the economy,
dark business in dark times.
Neutrality was a utopia
or a game between several...
Portugal, land of ancient navigators,
watched the world in calamity,
in the silence of their own fears.
Salazar, with his iron hand,
kept the war out the door,
but the echo of the conflict was sincere,
and in the gloom, hope was dead.
The Tagus reflected the moonlight
while spies danced in Lisbon.
War, a shadow that continues
in the story that memory sings.
Tungsten fueled the economy,
dark business in dark times.
Neutrality was a utopia
or a game between several...
#soldiers
#war
#money
#historical
#military
116 reads
0 Comments
Heisenberg68
Poem Published
15th Jan 2024 3:42am
15th Jan 2024 3:42am
Black Jack: The Legacy of Pershing
In the relentless flow of time's grand arc,
Rebirth cast me anew,
A soul once woven in history's stark,
Emerges in a world it once knew.
They called me Black Jack, a name from the past,
In this new life, under a different sun,
Yet echoes of old wars thrum in my heart so vast,
Where battles raged and rivers of blood did run.
In dreams, I march through No Man's Land,
Amidst the relentless thunder of the guns,
Where tanks plowed through the muddied land,
Beneath the smoke that blotted out the suns.
I hear the deafening...
Rebirth cast me anew,
A soul once woven in history's stark,
Emerges in a world it once knew.
They called me Black Jack, a name from the past,
In this new life, under a different sun,
Yet echoes of old wars thrum in my heart so vast,
Where battles raged and rivers of blood did run.
In dreams, I march through No Man's Land,
Amidst the relentless thunder of the guns,
Where tanks plowed through the muddied land,
Beneath the smoke that blotted out the suns.
I hear the deafening...
#soldiers
#war
#military
152 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
11th Oct 2023 00:31am
11th Oct 2023 00:31am
For you, me
For you, for me.
I turned the binds over myself,
tied the knots,
built the castle walls,
they protect you as if I'm an army,
made without will
but call and duty,
I made you -
bore you from my body,
created the importance of your design.
I was born on a Friday,
and you were born on a Friday -
the feeding, bathing,
sleeping, rising,
holding, teaching,
modelling.
I ride the desert plains
without clear location,
it's dizzying and vast -
following your lead
and I don't regret a...
I turned the binds over myself,
tied the knots,
built the castle walls,
they protect you as if I'm an army,
made without will
but call and duty,
I made you -
bore you from my body,
created the importance of your design.
I was born on a Friday,
and you were born on a Friday -
the feeding, bathing,
sleeping, rising,
holding, teaching,
modelling.
I ride the desert plains
without clear location,
it's dizzying and vast -
following your lead
and I don't regret a...
#mother
#soldiers
#faith
161 reads
1 Comment
ELIAS11
Poem Published
27th Jul 2023 11:45pm
27th Jul 2023 11:45pm
AWOL
A painkiller smile
An arguement internal
Yes sir colonel
AWOL
Your calls will go unanswered
ELÝ
An arguement internal
Yes sir colonel
AWOL
Your calls will go unanswered
ELÝ
#soldiers
#war
#drugs
#addiction
#military
262 reads
7 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
27th Jun 2023 4:36am
27th Jun 2023 4:36am
CadenceSong
a young soldier consoles his beloved
“Harmony is the inner cadence of contentment we feel when the
melody of life is in tune.”—Sarah Ban Breathnach
in a little while,
i'll be home with you again;
though the war is vile,
soon, i leave behind the pain.
how i miss your smile—
soft cheek-music to my heart!
in a little while,
peace shall villainy outsmart.
i will wake with you
when tight nights have dreamt their dreams;
morning rendezvous
will dissolve...
“Harmony is the inner cadence of contentment we feel when the
melody of life is in tune.”—Sarah Ban Breathnach
in a little while,
i'll be home with you again;
though the war is vile,
soon, i leave behind the pain.
how i miss your smile—
soft cheek-music to my heart!
in a little while,
peace shall villainy outsmart.
i will wake with you
when tight nights have dreamt their dreams;
morning rendezvous
will dissolve...
#soldiers
#romantic
#war
#home
#military
215 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
29th Mar 2023 10:02pm
29th Mar 2023 10:02pm
a deadly heritage
"I hate war as only a soldier who has lived it can, only as one who has seen its brutality, its futility, its stupidity."
- Dwight D. Eisenhower
i was a soldier in the war
and now i give massages
i wore grenades and tools that mar
but now i wear corsages
the battlefront was hot as hell
and blood spilled out like water
now at the homefront where i dwell
my days are filled with laughter
my trembling wife abhorred the thought
i'd be her brave, dead hero ...
- Dwight D. Eisenhower
i was a soldier in the war
and now i give massages
i wore grenades and tools that mar
but now i wear corsages
the battlefront was hot as hell
and blood spilled out like water
now at the homefront where i dwell
my days are filled with laughter
my trembling wife abhorred the thought
i'd be her brave, dead hero ...
#soldiers
#war
#death
217 reads
2 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
1st Mar 2023 4:07pm
1st Mar 2023 4:07pm
Mr. Prime Minister
Based on true events
On Tuesday morning, evil men and women raided Lincoln Road.
It was a joint police/military operation in the rush hour.
The Jamaican security forces swarmed the area like locusts.
And the damn idiots claimed that they were looking for criminals.
Why did they not search the House of Parliament first?
Mr. Prime Minister, do you regard this as police intelligence?
Do Jamaican police and soldiers know the meaning of criminal?
Some dictionaries define criminal as a person who has committed a crime,
But you cannot call...
On Tuesday morning, evil men and women raided Lincoln Road.
It was a joint police/military operation in the rush hour.
The Jamaican security forces swarmed the area like locusts.
And the damn idiots claimed that they were looking for criminals.
Why did they not search the House of Parliament first?
Mr. Prime Minister, do you regard this as police intelligence?
Do Jamaican police and soldiers know the meaning of criminal?
Some dictionaries define criminal as a person who has committed a crime,
But you cannot call...
#soldiers
#oppression
#politics
#evil
#HumanRights
175 reads
0 Comments
Ogbonna
Poem Published
18th Feb 2023 11:58pm
18th Feb 2023 11:58pm
The Self-crowned emperor of the French
In seventeen sixty nine a child was born
in Corsica, Genoa's former vassal state.
Prior to his birth, his land had been war-torn.
Paoli's resistance did his birth predate.
At school, his geometrical talent was inborn,
and he was tutored by none other than Laplace.
For his accent, his peers at school laughed him to scorn,
but fortune would elevate him from grass to grace.
With his much older heartthrob he tied the knot;
much to the chagrin of his own dear family.
For the heart of Josephine he relentlessly fought,
and...
in Corsica, Genoa's former vassal state.
Prior to his birth, his land had been war-torn.
Paoli's resistance did his birth predate.
At school, his geometrical talent was inborn,
and he was tutored by none other than Laplace.
For his accent, his peers at school laughed him to scorn,
but fortune would elevate him from grass to grace.
With his much older heartthrob he tied the knot;
much to the chagrin of his own dear family.
For the heart of Josephine he relentlessly fought,
and...
#soldiers
#historical
#military
147 reads
0 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
13th Jan 2023 8:53pm
13th Jan 2023 8:53pm
All war is unjust
You celebrate your murderers like they won you a war
And what for? Is my question. Do you pass inspection?
No genuflection; no halo you own.
You gun down the innocent and gnaw on their bones,
Like the savages you are, you fallen stars,
Are dead to me. I see such glee.
Oh the pain you reap.
Your just reward, for an unjust war,
For all are…is a silver star on your heart.
(C)2023 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
And what for? Is my question. Do you pass inspection?
No genuflection; no halo you own.
You gun down the innocent and gnaw on their bones,
Like the savages you are, you fallen stars,
Are dead to me. I see such glee.
Oh the pain you reap.
Your just reward, for an unjust war,
For all are…is a silver star on your heart.
(C)2023 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
#anger
#soldiers
#war #death
#war #death
206 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Poems About Soldiers Seeking Honest Critique
