Soldier Poems | Examples of Soldier Poetry

the evergreen casts a full shadow, a grayscale vision she has served as camouflage for raccoons, mice, and snakes a soldier of the forest, standing against the north winds showing the woods what a true patriot looks like animals depend on her confidentiality, security and discretion....

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Love for the veterans I don't know what to say I never fought in a war But I saw what our veterans went through On television and how the war grew I say people all over the world praying And I also heard a lot of critics on what they were saying People pray for love and end the war There were a...

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Mothers don't let your children grow up to be soldiers and march off to battle without remorse or of course a thought of regret to get in the way boys playing follow the leader 'We're only following orders' the young may say yet greed and stupidity is the name of the game either for land or in God's name history has taught nothing on judging it seems and trudging...

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A flag draped box on titanium stand Bears all that remains of a noble man A father’s pride, a mother’s grief A widow’s tears without relief A son whose memories begin to fade As the soldier is solemnly laid The torment a brief eternity Brought by war infernally Driven by other men’s desires We raise yet more funeral pyres And watch again our young men...

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I’m proud to serve, that’s true as hell, But sometimes I wonder why we’re here to rebel— Not against the mission, not against the fight, But the brass and the game that fogs up the right. They say it’s a brotherhood, shoulder to shoulder, But I see ‘em slicked up, gettin' rank over the bolder. The ones who dodge grime, fresh-pressed...

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No More War Marching boots echo no birds sing in the shattered valleys. Children’s toys buried beneath the smoking ruins where are they ? Flags wave in triumph, but mothers get folded notes instead of sons. Steel birds above us drop fire with no memory earth weeps sorrowfully A soldier's last breath drifts with dust into the wind nameless in the dark. . No victor remains when the fields are...

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violets soldier spongy moss tickles her feet she drops her acorns...

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One day a year to mark a sacrifice profound One day a year to visit the ground One day a year for the bugle to sound One day a year a nation’s memory is found Hardly enough for the terrible cost Hardly enough for the lives that were lost One day a year for the flags to adorn One day a year...

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"After the March" Almost eight years, the flags have flown, A soldier's wife, yet so alone. Eight years of heartache, silent cries, Of wiping tears and telling lies Like "I'm okay," when I was breaking, Like "We’re fine," though barely making. Stress clung tight like second skin, While I held the outside in. Weight I carried on my soul, Filling both the mom and dad...

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A time, that we celebrate two hundred fifty years A time, filled, with sweat, shed blood, and tears. A time, when many answered their country’s call. A time, when many, were required to give their all A time, when many were called to fight in foreign wars A time, for beach landings on some far away shores A time, that I see “an arouse my memory” parade A time, for...

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Flying over the front lines with the French Escadrille Lafayette a brown and barren belt below a strip of murdered nature and yet during the warm months of spring and summer seeds in the shattered ground would grow delicate vibrant crimson flowers in row after row after row and in those poppy fields that's how we remember them all the fallen soldiers those unforgotten gallant men tho'...

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They dressed me in dust and called it a uniform, Handed me thunder stitched in steel, Told me the sky breaks different When you pull the trigger. I was nineteen, Still dreaming in my mother’s accent, Still soft in the places They'd soon carve into callous. War, they said, was order— A hymn of strategy and sweat, A chessboard with bones for bishops And pawns that...

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Battle Cry Standing on the front line. Determination to survive. Yelling out in a chant, Battle Cry. Encouragement to stand and fight. We are soldiers Unity to rage on forward. We are warriors. Protect our own. Side by side with our brothers in arms. Raise the flag in red white and blue. Remember the soldiers...

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War Is loud. But inside, I am quiet— Counting every breath. Mud clings like old regrets. Smoke writes names across the sky. I don’t remember why we came, Just the look in my captain’s tired eyes. We move forward. That’s the only command....

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Where there is no trust there is no point in ‘talks’ Terms one side proposes the other will reject ... But 'keep the momentum going’ 'Schedule another round of talks'...

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