Famous Short War Poems. Short War Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best War short poems
See also: Short Member Poems
shits on the rice cakes
on the porch rail.
as a whirlwind
swoops on an oak
Love shakes my heart
As subtle as tomorrow
That never came,
A warrant, a conviction,
Yet but a name.
The old dog barks backwards without getting up.
I can remember when he was a pup.
Satchmo's warm burlap,
Duke's cool cashmere: fine fabrics
make your love "Come here!"
Still to our gains our chief respect is had ;
Reward it is that makes us good or bad.
Those ends in war the best contentment bring,
Whose peace is made up with a pardoning.
Toward a better world I contribute my modest smidgin;
I eat the squab, lest it become a pigeon.
To wait an Hour -- is long --
If Love be just beyond --
To wait Eternity -- is short --
If Love reward the end --
There comes a warning like a spy
A shorter breath of Day
A stealing that is not a stealth
And Summers are away --
Oh, how infinite, how unspeakably great, are the heavens!
Yet by frivolity's hand downwards the heavens are pulled!
Warm in her Hand these accents lie
While faithful and afar
The Grace so awkward for her sake
Its fond subjection wear --
The Grizzly Bear is huge and wild
It has devoured the little child.
The little child is unaware
It has been eaten by the bear.
Let my first Knowing be of thee
With morning's warming Light --
And my first Fearing, lest Unknowns
Engulf thee in the night --
When I am grown to man's estate
I shall be very proud and great,
And tell the other girls and boys
Not to meddle with my toys.
O HAD each Scot of ancient times
Been, Jeanie Scott, as thou art;
The bravest heart on English ground
Had yielded like a coward.
I LOVE to be warm by the red fireside,
I love to be wet with rain:
I love to be welcome at lamplit doors,
And leave the doors again.
My heart was full of softening showers,
I used to swing like this for hours,
I did not care for war or death,
I was glad to draw my breath.
I think about dying.
About disease, starvation,
violence, terrorism, war,
the end of the world.
keep my mind off things.
"Tell brave deeds of war."
Then they recounted tales, --
"There were stern stands
And bitter runs for glory."
Ah, I think there were braver deeds.
Glory is that bright tragic thing
That for an instant
Means Dominion --
Warms some poor name
That never felt the Sun,
In oblivion --
KNOW thou, O stranger to the fame
Of this much lov’d, much honoured name!
(For none that knew him need be told)
A warmer heart death ne’er made cold.
THERE’S Death in the cup, so beware!
Nay, more—there is danger in touching;
But who can avoid the fell snare,
The man and his wine’s so bewitching!
Death warrants are supposed to be
An enginery of equity
A merciful mistake
A pencil in an Idol's Hand
A Devotee has oft consigned
To Crucifix or Block
Let's now take our time,
While we're in our prime,
And old, old age is afar off;
For the evil, evil days
Will come on apace,
Before we can be aware of.