War Poems
#war
Poetry about historical wars, modern warfare and the effects of war on societies. War poems offer harrowing accounts of war from the perspective of soldiers and civilians.
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 00:01am
20th Jan 2019 00:01am
Such a Dumb Show
I will spend my thirty word mission
To make sense of the “human condition”
That is silly, I know—
We are such a dumb show
Likely end by uranium fission!
To make sense of the “human condition”
That is silly, I know—
We are such a dumb show
Likely end by uranium fission!
#war
#limerick
#funny #humankind
#funny #humankind
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BWBijon
BW-Bijon
BW-Bijon
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 2:12am
18th Jan 2019 2:12am
FREEBIRD:THE 'TANGERINE IBIS.'
George Washington suggested, that the national bird should be
a bald eagle
How feeble, the bald eagle is as cliche'd as any weasel, or any ordinary eagle.
Benjamin Franklin suggested that the national bird should be
a turkey
How feeble, the turkey is a rumpy animal, and goofy, ordinary and nerdy, and queer and quirky.
THY 'IBIS' IS THE GRAND WIZARD BIRD
THY 'IBIS' IS THE LEADER OF THY DIXIELAND
FREEBIRD HERD
then, if myth be true, General Robert E. Lee, suggested the best birds' of the Souths'
for...
a bald eagle
How feeble, the bald eagle is as cliche'd as any weasel, or any ordinary eagle.
Benjamin Franklin suggested that the national bird should be
a turkey
How feeble, the turkey is a rumpy animal, and goofy, ordinary and nerdy, and queer and quirky.
THY 'IBIS' IS THE GRAND WIZARD BIRD
THY 'IBIS' IS THE LEADER OF THY DIXIELAND
FREEBIRD HERD
then, if myth be true, General Robert E. Lee, suggested the best birds' of the Souths'
for...
#soldiers
#war
#birds
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peanutman27
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 1:26am
18th Jan 2019 1:26am
Our war
The hands of the clock are crooked,
Time slowly falls away,
A never-ending battle,
We slip from night to day,
A conflict we cant escape,
A struggle each step we take,
Adrift in a sea of chaos,
From this nightmare we cannot wake,
From rage to calm within,
Cycles of rushing and waiting,
A balance none have mastered,
A duel of loving and hating,
Our morality's source unknown,
How do we so freely forgive our sin,
Yet shy away from our virtues,
As we live in a strangers skin,
A contemptible bunch are we, ...
Time slowly falls away,
A never-ending battle,
We slip from night to day,
A conflict we cant escape,
A struggle each step we take,
Adrift in a sea of chaos,
From this nightmare we cannot wake,
From rage to calm within,
Cycles of rushing and waiting,
A balance none have mastered,
A duel of loving and hating,
Our morality's source unknown,
How do we so freely forgive our sin,
Yet shy away from our virtues,
As we live in a strangers skin,
A contemptible bunch are we, ...
#love
#war
#philosophical
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jacklofthouse1
Poem Published
17th Jan 2019 11:40am
17th Jan 2019 11:40am
The Darkest Storm
Fields of flowers, we run through
Are burned, and lost with you
Littered with the, uniforms
Dead soldiers, guns, photographs
We run my friend, that’s all we do
Towards the trench, to climb into
The rain of bullets, rains down outside
The wind carries the dreadful cries
We need to fight today
Leave behind our families
Keep on running, don’t turn back
Your boy is proud of his dad
Keep on running, your nearly there
Machine gun bullets in the air
This is the darkest storm
This is what your born for
Piles...
Are burned, and lost with you
Littered with the, uniforms
Dead soldiers, guns, photographs
We run my friend, that’s all we do
Towards the trench, to climb into
The rain of bullets, rains down outside
The wind carries the dreadful cries
We need to fight today
Leave behind our families
Keep on running, don’t turn back
Your boy is proud of his dad
Keep on running, your nearly there
Machine gun bullets in the air
This is the darkest storm
This is what your born for
Piles...
#grief
#war
#death
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MantriMarku
Mantri Marku
Mantri Marku
Poem Published
17th Jan 2019 00:10am
17th Jan 2019 00:10am
Surma-Surma
SURMA- SURMA
Yeh! Surma, Yeh! Surma ǁ
Look at East, Suffer from Tsunami
North-West, Suffer from Earth Quake
West, Suffer Infighting, South-West from bombarding ǁ
By
Mantri Pragada Markandeyulu
(Mantri Marku)
Song & Story Writer, Lyricist, Haiku Poet
Yeh! Surma, Yeh! Surma ǁ
Look at East, Suffer from Tsunami
North-West, Suffer from Earth Quake
West, Suffer Infighting, South-West from bombarding ǁ
By
Mantri Pragada Markandeyulu
(Mantri Marku)
Song & Story Writer, Lyricist, Haiku Poet
#war
#environment
#peace
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eswaller
Poem Published
15th Jan 2019 8:01am
15th Jan 2019 8:01am
Strength of Armor
Can you feel all my strength? It is strong enough to lift
Mountains that have tried to tear and weigh me down.
It is radiating even stronger than Greek God Krato’s gift,
Being strong enough to tear through this dead end town
And all it’s no good people. It is powerful enough to start
Every tornado or hurricane that touches down and slams
Into the west coast shoreline. My precious and gold heart
That will be leaving everyone behind in pieces while I am
Still standing here with my indestructible, yet solid armor.
People want a war? Well, they got one...
Mountains that have tried to tear and weigh me down.
It is radiating even stronger than Greek God Krato’s gift,
Being strong enough to tear through this dead end town
And all it’s no good people. It is powerful enough to start
Every tornado or hurricane that touches down and slams
Into the west coast shoreline. My precious and gold heart
That will be leaving everyone behind in pieces while I am
Still standing here with my indestructible, yet solid armor.
People want a war? Well, they got one...
#strength
#power
#war
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12 Comments
MJ3
Poem Published
15th Jan 2019 00:07am
15th Jan 2019 00:07am
Battlefield
The last time I was home feels like an eternity ago.
I wonder if my wife and children still love me.
Do they even remember my face?
Will I ever see them again?
For nearly a year we’ve waged war.
At times I feel like I don’t even know what for.
Squabbles over government, weapons, power, fear, nowadays it all feels the same.
Some say we do it for our country.
Sadly her habit of injustice makes me question whether patriotism is worth losing my life.
A good night of slumber interrupted by a boom.
Another bomb, if only God would...
I wonder if my wife and children still love me.
Do they even remember my face?
Will I ever see them again?
For nearly a year we’ve waged war.
At times I feel like I don’t even know what for.
Squabbles over government, weapons, power, fear, nowadays it all feels the same.
Some say we do it for our country.
Sadly her habit of injustice makes me question whether patriotism is worth losing my life.
A good night of slumber interrupted by a boom.
Another bomb, if only God would...
#war
#death
#graveyard
27 reads
2 Comments
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
12th Jan 2019 1:25am
12th Jan 2019 1:25am
Airstrike
Making
Fair
Conditions for
Weather
Oath less
Condoms:
Sheath-Blanket Shelling: Strafe Shutters;
Jets
Advancing
Under the
Wrappers of
Airstrike:
Tornadoes
Grieving
Amid
Mine
Arms:
Enemy
Soldiers
Carrying out
Their
Stalwart
Campaign:
Air stricken
Bombings
Over these
Tel Aviv-es of
Fear.
Fair
Conditions for
Weather
Oath less
Condoms:
Sheath-Blanket Shelling: Strafe Shutters;
Jets
Advancing
Under the
Wrappers of
Airstrike:
Tornadoes
Grieving
Amid
Mine
Arms:
Enemy
Soldiers
Carrying out
Their
Stalwart
Campaign:
Air stricken
Bombings
Over these
Tel Aviv-es of
Fear.
#love
#soldiers
#politics
#war
#LifeAsAWriter
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Eudemonia
Poem Published
9th Jan 2019 11:36pm
9th Jan 2019 11:36pm
Flow
Behind every word follows condemnation
A one-way road straight to damnation
Binding the chaos of all creation
Our spilled blood a warm crimson libation
And have no doubt your blood will flow
Ink of your wretched soul
A one-way road straight to damnation
Binding the chaos of all creation
Our spilled blood a warm crimson libation
And have no doubt your blood will flow
Ink of your wretched soul
#war
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1 Comment
Stanhoven
Poem Published
9th Jan 2019 6:40am
9th Jan 2019 6:40am
Little Boy
Little Boy
Run run
Little Boy
Come come
Little Boy
Takes out the morning sun
Little Boy around the Rosie...
Run run
Little Boy
Come come
Little Boy
Takes out the morning sun
Little Boy around the Rosie...
#war
#death
#morality
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0 Comments
DouglasWayne
Douglas
Douglas
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 5:36pm
8th Jan 2019 5:36pm
Darker Knight
Darker Knight
Swords dulled themselves in masculine sheaths
In the night of love.
At the end of my Crusade
The castle stood
Bombarded yet
Still unsure
Of the hero intent
In benediction
To conquer.
I spoke my prayers to God
The Moor uttered his to Allah.
I was his daylight
He was my Darker Knight.
We knelt to share
And intertwine our daily offices
The hard and marble darkness of his smooth skin
Lent comparison to my white and Western
Body of pale English hide and hair.
...
Swords dulled themselves in masculine sheaths
In the night of love.
At the end of my Crusade
The castle stood
Bombarded yet
Still unsure
Of the hero intent
In benediction
To conquer.
I spoke my prayers to God
The Moor uttered his to Allah.
I was his daylight
He was my Darker Knight.
We knelt to share
And intertwine our daily offices
The hard and marble darkness of his smooth skin
Lent comparison to my white and Western
Body of pale English hide and hair.
...
#love
#soldiers
#war
31 reads
4 Comments
theEgoEffect
Barona
Barona
Poem Published
7th Jan 2019 10:04pm
7th Jan 2019 10:04pm
The way out is in.
Heading home
at last after a long,
long battle.
The war was lost
and along the way
so was I.
Hard to find any
one to blame but
myself.
I wonder did anyone
even win? The ones left
behind hurt.
While I head way in
inside the place that
brought me here.
At least now I'm free
and soon they will be too,
but unfortunately
The only real way out
is in.
at last after a long,
long battle.
The war was lost
and along the way
so was I.
Hard to find any
one to blame but
myself.
I wonder did anyone
even win? The ones left
behind hurt.
While I head way in
inside the place that
brought me here.
At least now I'm free
and soon they will be too,
but unfortunately
The only real way out
is in.
#depression
#dark
#war
#death
#universe
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