Cinquain War Poems | Cinquain Poems About War

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Lost Hero

Darling
without you 
feels like hell
Please come home safe
Until.....

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Line 1 has one word (the title).
Line 2 has two words that describe the title. 
Line 3 has three words that tell the action.
Line 4 has four words that express the feeling
Line 5 has one word which recalls the title.

Copyright © Judy Konos | Year Posted 2014

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Longing for Peace, Not War

Longing for Peace, Not War War despised, feared conquers, kills, sunders people, countries, fragmented, torn Hate Peace desired, embraced liberates, nurtures, unites people, countries, together, whole Love © Sandra M. Haight 2014 All Rights Reserved ~2nd Place~ Contest: Cinquain Sponsor: Dr. Ram Meta Modern Cinquain - Word Count: 1-2-3-4-1 Judged 01/01/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

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COD: Call Of Duty

COD
Overrated Game
Ruining perfect relationships
Taking life from teens
Pointless

Copyright © Tyrone Johnston | Year Posted 2010

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peace, dispatch


Bold murdered crows I spied tonight,
Bright golden feathers strong. 
Beaks of blinding chrome annulled,
Bound tight in alabaster down,
Blunts for now frail mortal fright. 

Copyright © Wayne Kingston | Year Posted 2016

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Oceans of conflict

Sea
of soldiers
turning the tide
against battering waves of
shells

Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2016

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sangin cinquain

whisper
afghanistan
pomegranate tasted
another childhood sour
dry tears

Copyright © Andrew Foreman | Year Posted 2014

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Disagreements

Falling
Our hometown is
We don’t know what to do
Or how to feel about this all
Unsure

Sickness
That’s what came next
Real sickness from battle
Everyone was sick of all
Tired

Loud noises
That’s all we heard
Constant crashes and cracks
Dying eardrums, unhearable
Fighting

Painful
People are hurt
Nobody left unchanged
The hurt of this has changed all lives
Eternal

-Megan (May 11th, 2016)

Copyright © Megan Lambrecht | Year Posted 2016

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Attack

Attack
Vaguely warlike
Guiltless people suffer
Dreadful losses, heroes arise
Assail

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2011

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The New Conquistadors


Early
Before Sunrise
They came in ships of steel
Bearing great gifts, all we needed
To die

Copyright © Liam Wilson | Year Posted 2013

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Chess

Armies
bi-colored men
standing opposed, moving
across a checkered battlefield.
Checkmate! 

Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2009

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Bombs

Bombs
Exploding violenty
On my brothers
Blood shed brings tears
Help!

Copyright © Ahmed Rashwan | Year Posted 2008

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Helmand Night

dusk falls
war and often
stars above watching men
hide fears held close behind a gun...
move out.

Copyright © Andrew Foreman | Year Posted 2016

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THE GREATEST SACRIFICE

Chill breath
of Autumn sears
the poppy scarlet red 
visages of young men,long dead
appear.

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007

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The One Who Survives


Ten men
War clouds roll in
Bullets rain, fight the storm
Eighteen hands now crossed, under flags
Folded


February 6, 2016

Copyright © Sam Jameson | Year Posted 2016

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Ribbons

Ribbons

Many Colors

On Display Openly

Casket Closes Sadly Meaning

Nothing

Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2011

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What Is War

War                
is only
blood, sweat, tears
smothered dreams and death
war

Copyright © Robyn Campbell | Year Posted 2015

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The One Who Survived

Midway
Dauntless bomber
pockmarked sky ... fire rains up
craft spirals down. Mate trapped ... eject
alone
2/7/2016 Contest--The One Who Survived Sara Kendrick

Copyright © Steve Grammatico | Year Posted 2016

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Shadows

Shadows
Silent footsteps
Silhouetted streams flow
Ghosts of canopy stalk movements
Death's pall


(Vietnam: Search & Destroy mission)

Copyright © Stephen Parker | Year Posted 2011

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Gaunt faces

Countless
gaunt faces
bewildered and pathetic
staring while passing in
droves

Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2016

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War and Peace

Diamonds
are laid
in steamy clubs
where spades pierce willing
hearts


Note: My cinquains are actually untitled but, as this site requires one, I have to oblige :)

Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2016

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INCESSANT FIGHT

Look bold,
heroes of old
did see their pride
triumph in their incessant fight
in sight!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2007

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Recruit Division

Recruit Division

I never applied to join the Army, a nice man phoned me,
He said I was the type they liked, with a steel certainty,
Plus he happened to mention the nurses on the way,
And the simple matter of doubling up my pay,
I signed.

So after having passed some sort of fitness tests,
I puffed quite a bit, but certainly tried my best,
I found myself, as many a medic knows,
To the town of Ash Vale, near a certain lady rose,
I’d signed.

Now as I walked, fashionable hair dishevelled,
There ahead of me, was a soldier whose back was upright and level,
So I called out, ‘Sorry to bother you mate, is the way for the Keogh camp gate’?
And the RSM made it very clear, that I would find it and him, certainly quite near,
Now I’d signed.

Within the breath of a watching gnats eye,
My hair was gone, no time to wonder why,
Everything seemed to happen with rapid and specific shouts,
Part of me was now wondering, a modicum of doubt,
Why I’d Signed?

Over the months to follow, each day a tired tomorrow,
I learnt about guns and bangs and running for fun,
Whilst far out on the expanse of the drill square,
A Russian yelled ‘Moy Et’ with a certain disposition,
Signing was my decision.

Now behind that drill square ran the main London line,
So we would be doing things, everything looking fine,
When the London train would pass, thundering on time,
And I tried not to grin at the phrase, ‘I left you in this position’,
Glad I signed.

I discovered a new world of dead fly biscuits,
Often so hungry the compo was worth risking it,
And how far a bed could fly, without seeming to try,
Or how proud I was as my bulled boots, not asking why,
I’d signed.

There was the nine second rule, certainly a gas,
Although they’d not mentioned they would take off the mask,
As each of us fit and healthy blokes,
Laid on the grass, throat burning chocked,
But I signed.

Finally a day arrived, escape from the camp,
Helping my granddad walk up the ramp,
Parents watched on as their son stood up,
Second best recruit, but no second cup,
Proud I’d signed.			       
					Andrew Carnegie, Reminiscing Aldershot, 14th Jan 2017.

Copyright © Andrew Carnegie | Year Posted 2017

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Basically, the Same Thing

                                                            Riot
                                                   Violent, Chaotic
                                            Burning, Fighting, Running
                                              Voices of the oppressed
                                                     Revolutionary


                                                           Patriot 
                                                      Duty, Freewill
                                           Bombing, Killing, Occupying
                                                    I love my country
                                                           Soldier 


                                                            Peace
                                                     Unreal, Illusive
                                         Talking, Disagreeing, Defending 
                                                       Pie in the Sky
                                                             War


                                                          Factories
                                                   Routine, Processed  
                                        Evaluating, Regulating, Producing  
                                                  It’s about the money
                                                           School

Copyright © PoetPrentice Dupins | Year Posted 2017