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Elegy Soldier Poems | Elegy Poems About Soldier

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A Soldier's Elegy

A kestrel dips into an updraft
thinking he knows the world
tranquility gurgles 
through silent valleys
over mountains
around the earth
through the wind

The creature soars ever higher
in great swoops and dives
the horizon curves as it eludes vision
the stars pulse their siren
but thrill denies
adrenaline overrules
their ambient warning

Gust to gust each fades 
quicker than the last
whispers carry the weight of wings
and their soulful song breaches sanity
prayers of rightful good
where petty purple banners
crest twinkling hearts

The last thermal ridden
last lyric dies
as flight’s drone fades
upturned wings alone
the sky empty oblivion
as the sun aligns its beady eye
to the looping path of the bird

Two brittle forms 
grapple in light
which blots out the senses
and protects 
what can never be touched
divine oblivion 
smites the naive bird
an archangel buried
in a crypt 
six feet deep.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

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How has it dawn on us so soon when we hadn’t even achieved much?
Why has the marketplace ceased to buy and sell so scanty the streets wither away
The clouds becomes more darkened as smokes ascend randomly our fields are on fire
We can feel the rain but it has lost its coldness

I hear more voices than I usually heard
This time of crying and wailing rather than chatting and hailing
chanting and singing songs of war
Dust and gun powders like fog fill the air,
with great rumble the battle rages
The long night tarry on nobody has awakened
Some privileged to pass on to the other side
Total transmission from what we see now
Carcasses litter the streets as we run from pillar to post
Yet not so sure where the lot may fall
Great assets lost in hot zones, they shouldn’t have taken the guns,
Gravesides more frequent than bedsides

When did we become such serious foes?
That tears can’t seem to mend?
We let our children die by our own hands and still squeeze our sorry faces
How valuable is this trophy, hope it’s worth the pains we are feeling now?

We match in battalions, onward we go
Faces brimming with boldness and courage,
Though fear still takes its partition
We leave behind loved ones not so sure,
like walking into the lions cave to kill or be killed
Jumping over strip wires, nice try
Only to step on landmines
A time to team up with death taking from one end
While it continues from the other side in its own way
Orphans, widows and widowers we make at will that which we had once pitied
What caused this sudden change?
So unfortunate many fighting ignorantly yet arrogantly

Now we pull down our once fancied walls to build more refugee camps and fill them
We overstretching science and make of men expendables
A time we show how much we can take

What we depict now is wickedness rather than strength
In this game
Winners are

Copyright © victor nwakanma | Year Posted 2015

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war regret

Our brothers were born upside down
They were conceived by mistake.....and 
our fathers choose to call them prodigal

Who would have thought as much?
With their faces beaming with smiles as 
their foreheads shone bright with promising future,
There names we never wished to forget because
 they made us live reciting it again and again
But they ended up stamped on grave stones just because 
they were too obedient to pick up the gun and had gone

Now we wished they weren’t born at all
We wished they hadn’t picked up the gun but run
We wished we were wishes
We wouldn’t have wished war.

Copyright © victor nwakanma | Year Posted 2015

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Silence Is For

Silence is for the missing,
The sad, the lonely, the pained.

Silence is for the sturdy,
The quiet, the hopeful, the hurt

Silence is for the fighter,
The strong, the loyal, the brave.

Silence is for the soldier,
For those who gave their lives,
To serve, to protect, to guide.

Copyright © Kay Cary | Year Posted 2015

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Chloe's are the smallest hands
smaller than the hands e.e. cummings gave the rain
Melting the snow of my white glove
together we look out over the white domino tombstones
Chloe's are the brownest eyes
Wet and sad like a spaniel dogs
Tracing the shiny brass buttons on my uniform coat

Chloe is to young to understand why i clench her hand tighter
each time the guns fire for her Daddy

To young to hate me for not saving him.

Copyright © Milledge Webb | Year Posted 2015

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The Lonely Soldier

There I am cold and wounded lying in the dirt. Bullets flying by my head as I cry out I'm 
hurt. Nobody listens to my plea; they are all to busy trying to flee. Lying on the ground 
scared and alone l feel like nobody cares and I am on my own. When I joined up I 
planned to fight, knowing I’d be battling each day and night. I have made it this far in 
the war with just a few more weeks until we settle the score. I want to live to see that 
day so my best hope now is just lie here and pray. I don’t know why but my eyes really 
itched, that’s when I saw it a five foot ditch. If I wanted to live I would have to crawl 
only fifty yards out that was all. My adrenalin was pumping through my veins. I could 
feel my emotions going down the drain. That’s when I did it I got up and ran! I ran to 
the ditch as fast as I can, I ran I ran with all kinds of pride I felt my fallen brothers 
running by my side. It felt like forever but I was finally there, I dove in the ditch and 
started to stare. I started to stare at a medic there! I asked him in shock to radio help 
but he didn’t speak he just yelped. I grabbed his phone from his pack and called in an 
immediate air strike attack. I thanked God that they got my call. They will see a big flash 
which will end it all!

Copyright © Andrew Ott | Year Posted 2011

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                                            SAPPHO’S FALLING STARS     (Part one)

I am descendent of Odysseus
	Hero of the past
Have I kin—I know not—I may be the last--
The Trojan War and Helen made my family's blazing fame
Thus magnified by Homer was made our honor and ancestral name

I stand this day the General of the fallen men that the Fates have tossed
across the Siren Sappho's way—
now foolishly slain-- my Fallen Stars    	 
                      		such a ragged few
                                       in this paltry breath of a moment
                                      			of mere delay--

Inconsequential time in history 
                                                                                          forever lost—

at their honor’s cost

for Mine, a Mighty Name
excuses easily such inconsequential blame
I cannot weep—I cannot pray

                      Such sacrifice of brave men
	              Lifeless , While I stand whole
	               Due to my folly 
                      Sucks the breath stark from my soul

Yarns and lore of Heroes—I know
Babe……. to youth……… in manhood……..
Each far-flung hour, day upon dew-kissed day
Nurtured ever cherished in the sweet talk of the female-breast-kissed way
      	Absorbed sensuous tactics laced with salty woman taste--so learned
	Intimately known as my manhood blossomed

Intimate Initiate—once
You, Sappho, sought my need –-
Intimate follower once—
                                I ate your passion delicious sauced with greed

(part two posted)............................................

Victoria Anderson-Throop  12/18/12 ©

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012

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Elegy For A Soldier

He was just a brash young kid,
Couldn't even legally drink.
He did all the things he did
Because he had freedom to think.
He watched America bleed
From terrorists across the sea.
He answered his countrie's need,
Wanting to be all he could be.
He went to war to defend
The freedom we've all come to know.
He thought maybe in the end
He' d make a difference and so
He gave all he had to give.

Copyright © Ashley Lowery | Year Posted 2006

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Words of a soldier

                                   Here is a war, fighting
		              Fighting those i dont know
		            Stabbing, shooting, strangling
	                        	all without care
	                       	Infanticide, i dont care 
		       Rest in peace infant, was all i know.

Copyright © Sunday Kelvin | Year Posted 2017