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Soldier Mother Poems | Mother Poems About Soldier

These Soldier Mother poems are examples of Mother poems about Soldier. These are the best examples of Soldier Mother poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

Details | Haiku |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Cinquain |

Thomas

Thomas,
Sobful rarely
Over mature reflex,
Proudly being labeled mother.
Soldier


Details | Free verse |

The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.


Details | Narrative |

MEMORIES OF AN AUSTRALIAN CHILDHOOD

From England's dark blackout
We came to these shores
I and my siblings
In refuge from war.
How enchanted we were
With all we saw.

First Sydney's fine harbour
And her bridge of one span
Then the azure blue sea
The long beaches of sand
The beautiful city lit up at night
To our youthful eyes a wondrous sight.

The Aussie soldier in his famous slouch hat
The long train journey to the far outback
The Cockies screech the Kookaburra's cackle
New sights and sounds for my brain to tackle.
The grazing sheep the fields of wheat
The fun of the master the blistering heat
The long hot summers with respite at the sea
Where we swam and surfed in unspoilt glee.

School days were spent in city or mountain retreat
Strict was the discipline our uniforms neat.
Happy the friendships spacious the grounds
Nuns telling rosary beads flitting around.
With firmness and patience they taught us well
Recreation was announced by the tolling bell.

Oh the joy when the holidays came
What fun we had on the old school train.
It trundled along past wilga and gum
Past meandering creeks and billabongs
Past Emus grazing and Roos hopping along
Through wide open spaces rich in bird song.

At the graceful homestead with veranda surround
Stood the welcoming grandmother so recently found.
With parents far off she gave care and love
How proud we were of her pioneer blood.
She cooked and scrubbed and chopped the wood
She could do everything she really could.

But tragedy stuck
With her soldier son killed.
She grieved and withered and lost her will.
No longer in her life
Would he take part
Months later she died of a broken heart.

There came a time when with many tears
I bade farewell to this life so dear.
I had no choice I had to go.
The years passed on
I missed it all so.

This time when I came
I touched down by plane.
New visions flood my startled brain
Australia I find is absorbed in change
it makes me feel so very strange.

The laid back Aussie with his old world charm
A computer wiz now and amazingly calm.
The coastline is cluttered highrises abound
The noise of the traffic an ugly sound.
But the song of the Bellbird is still a wonder
It soothes my senses as I ponder.

For no land on earth has so much to offer.
So I’ll settle here I will not hover.
Perhaps the maternal ancestors smile from above.
For at last I'm here In the land they loved.
And I'll spend the twilight of my years
In this country I've always held so dear.


Details | I do not know? |

A Reb's Letter To His Mother

On a lonely rainy day
in June of 1862 a Reb
soldier was barley walking
down the road after
a great battle, when he
came upon a fellow soldier who
was lying in the mud.

He stooped down to listen
to the soldier's final words,

"Mr. he said, I know that
before this hour is over,
I will no longer be here,
so could you please take
this letter or see to it,
that my mama gets it""

      The young man then
passed on.

    The Reb soldier
picked up the letter
and began to read it,

The letter dated June 5, 1862, went as follows,

      Dear Mama

  We are going into battle in a little while and I thought I needed to
write you.  I must tell you mother dear, that I truly belive, I won't be coming out
of this one today.  I will fall in battle and I will die this very day.

I know I told you in my last letter that I would be home for Christimas, but I may
not be able to.  I know that you have worried about me terribly
much mama, but you knew that I wanted to be here more than anything, I believed
in the South's cause and I told you, not to worry, but that yes something could happen.

Mama you taught me to be honest, to read my Bible and to pray everyday, most of all for me
 to obey those that had authority over me, you taught me well, because
I have done all of those things.

    I love you dear mother and I just want to tell you I love you more than any son ever
could love a mother.

Don't be sad, I have
to go now, were getting ready to leave, hope to write you again, if
not I'll see you when you get to heaven,
I will be there to greet you.

                  Love, Your loving son, George,

So the Reb soldier put the letter in his coat and went on his way,
knowing that this letter would be delivered.


Details | Free verse |

Preach

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Mother has child that father denies
Leaves when his baby lets out those first cries
Excuses flying, lies sailing; words without care
Feelings are complicated so share you don't dare
Lips that smile hold some bruises and a cut
Hands that have done the damage slam the door shut
You watch him out the window glass
Retreating figure gone at last

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Things get harder, mothers fired
Baby is toddler and much too tired
Money is in short supply
If only father would just comply 
To help raise his growing kid
Instead he ran and lost his bid
A single tear stains the cheek
Of a mother's soul who's much too weak

Preach to the full moon soldier 
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Mothers dead, everything's blown
Toddler is small child left alone
Father drunk, stumbling back
Custody left to this piece of slack
Days are long and too far gone
Nights are worse, he's never done
Talking his beer scented words speaking
He says to his child be kind, PREACHING

Preach to the full moon soldier 
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Small child has developed
Distinguished individual moving up
Swearing to the sky blue
They will be nothing like you
Father in jail thief from the night
Cell lit dimly with pal moonlight
A smile to the grown child
A tear from the man of the wild

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder


Details | I do not know? |

fallen Soldier

The call came in today
My son must go and fight,
He wants to do this for his country
Wiping a tear he says he'll be alright.

All the time i pace the floors
My ear glued to the phone,
Many family and friends here
Yet without my son i feel alone.

i watch the news daily
Another brave soldier has died,
Is it possibly someone i know
Thinking of his family i stood  and cried.

Im now trying to gather myself
For they have just sent someone,
Telling me of that tragic day
That brave soldier was my son.