Funny Soldier Poems | Funny Poems About Soldier
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Beneath a flag of red and white
A soldier quietly lies,
His mother sits just to his right
Tears falling from her eyes.
Brothers lie all laid in rows
Around his final bed,
A cross for each one shows
Their names above their heads.
Seven more stand by his side
With rifles standing tall,
Dressed in honor, feeling pride
For this brother who gave all.
One more stands by his feet
A bugle in his hand,
Plays that melody so sweet
Of taps now for this man.
Two more now step up to fold
Old Glory from her pall,
And place it in Mom's hand to hold
A present from us all.
Ten brothers stand by this man's grave
With respect in just suffice,
For this soldier who proudly gave
His life for freedom's price.
Ten brothers came to send him on
To take his final station,
But thousands more sit at home
Giving thanks with the entire nation.
Somewhere, lying overseas
The man who took this life,
Ten buzzards now has he
Giving thanks at his grave site!
Timothy I. Brumley
Copyright © Timothy Brumley | Year Posted 2010
The evil Black Widow hatched a wicked plan.
Using a willy worm for weather control,
she could crush the ants empire in her hand.
Just by sending flooding rain and freezing snow.
The Empire of the Ants heard of her plan,
and ordered Soldier B123 to arms.
He took a trained Beetle to be his shield man,
together they marched out past the aphid farms.
Soon they arrived at the Black Widows abode,
and she strummed her web hard, to cause them to flee.
The Soldier grabbed her, and on her back he rode,
while the trained Beetle set the willy worm free.
The Black Widow slipped through a hole in the wall.
Soldier and Beetle stand ready for the call.
Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2012
Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival,
I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches
Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
He holds the key to this new world.
The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience
Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped
Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence
Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped
Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.
My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
Our intrepid journey commences...
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013