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Metaphor Soldier Poems | Metaphor Poems About Soldier

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Details | Light Poetry |

I am just a soldier

Never thought of making weapons, 
But I’ve been called an expert, 
Others are suspect for their skills,
The hackers; magicians; tyrant. 
I am the same guy with a heart, 
Although I’ve been hurt 
So were my victims, 
Nothing that’s recognized 
Can state otherwise, 
I am human too 
With a shining pure soul.
Maybe my patriotism turned
And to you that's cruelty 
But I still see myself
As a citizen too, 
I am a soldier! 
And if need be
I shall die for my country

Copyright © Zakhe Michael Mcunu | Year Posted 2015


Details | Elegy |

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
refracted 
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

Details | Iambic Pentameter |

The Letter

Present Date:   December 25, 1995
Envelope Date Stamped:  December 23, 1944
From:  _______  no return address but clearly overseas
To:  Addressed to widow living in same home 54 years

~          ~          ~          ~          ~          ~          ~          ~          ~

The Letter

The letter came by mail on Christmas Day
The envelope was clearly decades old
No postal service can be used today
From overseas the stamps were sealed and sold

This could not be about the man I lost 
The mystery of where he is remains
Is MIA from World War II his cost
In this enfolded missive clue contains 

An overwhelming fear takes hold of me
To get this letter on a holiday
My life content but miss my man at sea
Potential subterfuge to my dismay ?

Sit next to flaming hearth not thinking clear
There's something that this letter has to say
Mentation meditates the chiffonier
I put away to read another day

Copyright © Thomas Carney | Year Posted 2014


Details | Heroic Couplets |

Eat A Little Piece

Poem: Titled: Eat A Little Piece?My Poetry on PoetrySoup
 Written by: Ronald Watson.
March 10, 2013.

Eat A Little Piece?
Ethel, she is an elderly little lady who bakes sweet tasty treats, and constantly, she is asking,” Please, come on, eat a little piece?”
It was her secret cooking recipe’ that would knock the socks right off of your feet.
Then, she gathered up together all of, “The Powers That Be.”
When it came time for them to eat a little piece.
To sip it up with their coffee and tea;
Devour some up like, the cookie monster on: Sesame Street.
Either, it should taste more like, their moms red beans and rice.
Or it would taste just like, those sweet and honey barbeque ribs that is cooked so nicely.
Because it is her secret cooking recipe’. Yet, still she is asking, “Come on now, please try a little peace?”
But, they all just stood and shook their heads, saying that they were all having War instead.My Poetry on PoetrySoup

Thank You.

Copyright © TMP The mad poet | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue |

Shadow

 Always right with me, behind my back,
 The enslaved don't have hope,
 I go, I read, but it stuck with my skin, with me,
 The shadow ransacks behind, a nervous contour.

 Always to us days conceal a pressure,
 There is no ease of space on rising,
 The invisible soldier squeezes hoops,
 The security guard constant in a campaign.

 Without knowing a tightness of steel fetters,
 We live, we slide, meeting on the road,
 But shadows..., shadows in a trace thoughtfully look,
 Without us they aren't present, without us they a trifle, - dust on soles,
 That stuck on a threshold.

 "Be rich, or die, trying to become," -
 The line in number Ferrari is punched,
 The shadow can do everything, doesn't dare to fly only..., -
 To the earth on iron chain chained.

Copyright © Serge Belinsky | Year Posted 2015

Details | Imagism |

The Soldier

There once was a soldier,
So loyal, so brave.
He fought a long struggle,
‘til the end, ‘til the grave.

The struggle went on,
For days, for years.
No end in sight,
No break, just tears.

He fought alone,
Nobody would help.
No one would listen,
To his struggling yelp.

He fought on and on,
No food, no sleep.
Nobody had noticed,
Not a bit, not a peep.

But his loving dog did,
She helped, she cared.
But when her time came,
He fell, despaired.

The fight got harder,
The nights, longer.
He thought he’d survive,
He thought he’d get stronger.

Then after 4 years,
Of crying, of weeping.
A rooster had stopped him,
From dying, from seeping.

But after a year,
His new found-friend died.
He had to wonder,
And then he just sighed.

Was this life worth living?
Alone, afraid.
Where his best friends die,
And he’s left to fade.

There once was a soldier,
So alone, so distraught.
Who took his own life,
Suicidal, overwrought.

This man fought no war,
Not out of his head.
He fought mental challenges,
That left him up dead.

Copyright © Adam Forth | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

The Man With No Face

Hark!  It is he!
A slate face; devoid!
Mechanical, computing, sleepless.

No! Just human!
Turning, just turning!
He will not fall, now expressionless.

The dark gazeth!
Yet, he wont gaze back!
Four days, sleepless, faceless, for all!

His face is stone.
No care, there's no care!
Persist amidst all of the loss.

It is but he!
No! Tireless;
designed to be.
It is but he!

Shrug the abyss,
he will nev'r fail;
a perfection, 
designed to be. 
Shrug the abyss.

Through it all,
he leaveth none for all!
To see the end of it all,
the completion of it all!
None but all.

Four days sleepless,
it is none but he!
Faceless, breathless, mechanized.

Look! See him now!
With bags under eyes.
See him now, the man with no face.

It is he,
Be it so! Be it so!
To see the end of it;
the destruction of it all!
It is he.

Copyright © Adam Lefaivre | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

To the Nameless Soldier

To the Nameless Soldier

Your orders may come now...

...or at 19h45 this evening.

'Shoot to kill'
'Engage the enemy'
'Hold the line'
'Break up the gathering'

'Ready, aim, fire'

but you have felt too

the stab of hunger
the bite of thirst
the bayonet of loss
the wound of despair

but you have seen too

the pain in a mother's eyes
the grief in a father's face
the incomprehension in a child's down-cast look

'Ready, aim, fire'

but you, the nameless soldier have heard

the cries of the grieving family
the wailing of the widowed wife
the quiet agonizing sound of the child's weeping

'Ready, aim, fire'

your orders may come now
or at 23h30 tonight
or tomorrow
or the day after that
or next week or month or year

but you have seen and felt and heard too

the agony of a peoples' simple desire
the hurt of a nation long bludgeoned
the wounds of your stolen generation

so when that order comes

now

or at 03h30 tomorrow morning
'Ready, aim, fire'

let your humanity muzzle your rifle
let your conscience dismiss the order
let your better side come to the fore 

and let your very own people, your mother and your father, your sister and your brother, your son and your daughter, your friend and your lover
let them live
let them be
let your rifle fall to the soil of your beloved motherland

o' nameless soldier.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |

Wounded Soldier

You cover me in your regards
You say to me you will not harm
How can I buy my reasoning
When you won't even believe in me
Now I shadow the wind
And I keep ever still
For when it rains in your heart
I just stand here and laugh
For you cry for me
For you fight for me
For you keep liberty
You fight to keep us free
What am I to be
When the new holocaust comes for me
And will I ever get over??

Wounded Soldier

10/07/17
James Edward Lee Sr.

Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017