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.
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 10:54pm
2nd Aug 2024 10:54pm
Seeds Planted at Night
The nightmares bare the stench
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
#nightmares
#PTSD
#soldiers #war
#soldiers #war
15 reads
8 Comments
Madcinder
Poem Published
28th Jul 2024 3:00pm
28th Jul 2024 3:00pm
Sirens
Hide under the table.
Stand clear if you're able.
It's time for the dearest of us to ascend.
Laughing like hyenas.
The lookout has seen us.
We're coming in hot so this world can end.
Hear the sirens are wailing.
An airstrike inbound.
Look to the sky.
Tell the devil if you see her.
Time to die.
The warrior broke the line.
Look to the sky.
Join heaven's host to meet her.
Time to die.
The Devil of The Rhine.
In the muddied war zone.
One soldier standing alone.
The killing...
Stand clear if you're able.
It's time for the dearest of us to ascend.
Laughing like hyenas.
The lookout has seen us.
We're coming in hot so this world can end.
Hear the sirens are wailing.
An airstrike inbound.
Look to the sky.
Tell the devil if you see her.
Time to die.
The warrior broke the line.
Look to the sky.
Join heaven's host to meet her.
Time to die.
The Devil of The Rhine.
In the muddied war zone.
One soldier standing alone.
The killing...
#lyrics
#military
#soldiers
#violence
#war
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
20th Jun 2024 6:33pm
20th Jun 2024 6:33pm
I’m the Shit
Catching breath and sitting in the mud
what the fuck, my face is covered in blood
It’s fine, after all it’s not mine
nothing matters anymore my soul
has gone blind and one thousand bloody
boxes fill my mind
Bradley’s fill to the top with heads, torsos
and limbs, no man left behind after all
even the pieces go home
It’s grim, but the walking keeps me slim
can’t run when your gun is the saw
talk about a chopper, the hoodlums in
my town would be in awe
Fuck it, time to get going
there’s smoke on the...
what the fuck, my face is covered in blood
It’s fine, after all it’s not mine
nothing matters anymore my soul
has gone blind and one thousand bloody
boxes fill my mind
Bradley’s fill to the top with heads, torsos
and limbs, no man left behind after all
even the pieces go home
It’s grim, but the walking keeps me slim
can’t run when your gun is the saw
talk about a chopper, the hoodlums in
my town would be in awe
Fuck it, time to get going
there’s smoke on the...
#conflict
#military
#soldiers #war
#soldiers #war
17 reads
9 Comments
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
100 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
122 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
104 reads
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Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
26th Jan 2024 1:19pm
26th Jan 2024 1:19pm
They Sleep Unaware of the Clarion Call
in foreign fields they rested
where past dreams echoes
they sleep unaware of the clarion call
that no more pierce the silent sleepers
they fell responding to their duty
defend the nation from perceived enemies
they understood and accepted their fate
when they heed the call to arms
under the field of crosses
the sons and daughters so loved
were identified only by their name
carved on the crosses
their names testified to their bravery
they were the living walls
against the oncoming enemies
they...
where past dreams echoes
they sleep unaware of the clarion call
that no more pierce the silent sleepers
they fell responding to their duty
defend the nation from perceived enemies
they understood and accepted their fate
when they heed the call to arms
under the field of crosses
the sons and daughters so loved
were identified only by their name
carved on the crosses
their names testified to their bravery
they were the living walls
against the oncoming enemies
they...
#soldiers
#graveyard
105 reads
6 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
144 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
7th Jan 2024 5:48pm
7th Jan 2024 5:48pm
a warpet tree
A Warped Tree
Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew
on Facebook or Twitter
the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection
and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and were little stories
The pity is, I have to write without a publisher and
can't afford to hire one, those I dare to ask run a thousand miles, one of them a poor man, is a lecturer in Udevalla
Last year, I visited a crooked tree so shy its roots curled in bashfulness, and its leaves took an autumnal...
Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew
on Facebook or Twitter
the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection
and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and were little stories
The pity is, I have to write without a publisher and
can't afford to hire one, those I dare to ask run a thousand miles, one of them a poor man, is a lecturer in Udevalla
Last year, I visited a crooked tree so shy its roots curled in bashfulness, and its leaves took an autumnal...
#women
#soldiers
#BestFriend #transgender
#BestFriend #transgender
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AspergerPoet56
Bumped 4th Nov 2023 10:21am
5th Nov 2022 5:55pm
5th Nov 2022 5:55pm
Fidelity Of Honour
we'll never forget
in the silence of poppy
fields ~ each one a name
in the silence of poppy
fields ~ each one a name
#soldiers
#war
#military
634 reads
5 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2023 1:52am
2nd Nov 2023 1:52am
Thoughts in the Smoke
My thoughts drift away on the smoke
of my cigarette.
A mouth full of bourbon with a
chaser of regret.
Here’s to the bodies of the brothers
we couldn’t find.
No such thing as no man left behind.
I wrestle with the visions of the blood stains
on my hands.
Suffering a sorrow no one truly understands.
Still tasting the desert in the back of my throat.
Scoffing at the thought of hope
extremely remote.
Sometimes it helps to write it down
or so I’ve been told.
A heart in need of kindness as the
soldier...
of my cigarette.
A mouth full of bourbon with a
chaser of regret.
Here’s to the bodies of the brothers
we couldn’t find.
No such thing as no man left behind.
I wrestle with the visions of the blood stains
on my hands.
Suffering a sorrow no one truly understands.
Still tasting the desert in the back of my throat.
Scoffing at the thought of hope
extremely remote.
Sometimes it helps to write it down
or so I’ve been told.
A heart in need of kindness as the
soldier...
#sadness
#soldiers
#hurt
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