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Sonnet Soldier Poems | Sonnet Poems About Soldier

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Tears from the Sun

The painted sky weeps under a sad sun
A field of mud the place our souls shall dwell
As scattered gray reminds, life's course has run
Its sadness reflecting from the eye's well,
Streaming down in salted trails to their end
Waiting for last breath without testament
Remembering days, years we'll not extend
Confronting our death, still we are content
The sun cried today for the carnage seen
Along the ridge where bodies lay, so still 
Covered in bloody mud fields, once pristine
Gift given to this field, without ill will

   To die for country, alone far from home
   Trumpet blows, then silence after death's moan


Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

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Soldier of Ages

Dedicated to  Lt. Gen. George S. Patton, Jr. (November 11, 1885 – December 21, 1945) 

I'd fought a hundred battles 
       through the ages past and new 
I'd been a lowly foot soldier 
       But at times commanded too. 
I was a witness of Arab mothers 
       Fleeing cities under-siege ; 
A new age liberator, 
       The commander of the third. 
I had served with Ceasar's legion; 
       The Carthaginians; and the Greeks. 
When Arthur was in his Kingship, 
I was a captain of the knights 
A horseman tough and skillful 
       Of medieval cavalier; 
But ages had transformed me 
       to dash with iron wheels 
The only time I meet MacArthur 
       Was in the salient of St. Mehiel 
We both stood erect, calm, and unmindful 
       To the guns and bursting shell. 
Oh well take a look at Monty 
       Too slow for his advance 
He didn't expect me to take Palermo 
       or Mesina to my plan 
 I was reproved of my harshness, 
       They knew not that I was somber too 
I cared not of my language 
       As long as my point would get through 
I'd mixed my words with profanities 
       That my orders surely stick 
My men would always remember every word 
       While they're in the battle field 
Oh my, I hate those yellow bastards 
       They have no place on this earth 
I sent them to the frontlines 
       That no more they would breed 
 Those swivel chair commanders 
       Discounted my two days time 
But brave soldier deserved to be rescued 
       Before his dog tag stops to chime. 
So my men made it to Dunkirk 
       To the delight of McAuliffe 
"Surrender!" yelled the Nazis 
       but "nutz" was all he said. 
I was cut off of supplies and fuel 
       For Market Garden's sake 
But after pissing the flowing River 
       I held the Fuhrer's nest 
So soon another war was ended 
       Mine enemies had lost 
The iron carver claimed the glory 
       And relieved me from my post.   

Copyright © Jecon B. Nadela | Year Posted 2013

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I was a soldier

I was a soldier of the past 
And I know im not the last
I signed up to serve my Queen
Far off lands I have seen

As that soldier I done my best
Losing friends laying them to rest
We fought for what was only right
Giving freedom to others at night

As bullets flew and bombs exploded
 My thoughts and mind just imploded
I could not say I wasn't scared
But my vision was not impaired

The smell of cordite all around
Waiting for the alarm to sound 
Then the order of stand fast
Hoping this attack would not last

They come at us with all they have
Rpgs and a Gustav 
We hold firm and do not falter
It's not our turn at the alter

Be brave young man I have to shout 
As the young man does scream out
I've been hit this is bad
I wish I was with my mum and dad

It's ok you will be fine
It's a promise that is mine
The bombardment ends and we look up
Let's sort this out my young pup

Gingerly we give first aid
That is why we get paid 
We stretcher him out to the heli pad
In a few days he's  with mum and dad

After a while I go to see
That young soldier who layed before me
He's up and about and full of cheer
Winks at me we go for a beer

For those guys that didn't survive 
We raise a glass cuddle and cry 
For all the new guys on your career
Wish you well I got your ear.

Copyright © Gordon Alexander | Year Posted 2016

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The Scent of Water

He was a large soldier, standing well over six feet.
In World War II; imprisoned in the Philippines.
Thousands perished on the Bataan Death March.
They were brutally beaten; starved and parched.

Wanting to give up, during this sixty five miles.
Thoughts of his wife, Helen; her beautiful smile.
They had vowed to be each others help mate.
He would press on, with a slow, painful gait.

Knowing she was praying for him gave him strength.
Tho thousands of miles apart, their hearts still linked.
Their marriage, like the oak tree; its' roots were very strong.
He was a skeletal seventy-eight pounds when he returned home.

When he was certain he could simply go no farther.
His lovely wife Helen became his scent of water.

*This is a true story about one of my husbands cousins, Helen and her 
husband. She has dedicated her life to helping find POWS or their remains. She 
works tirelessly and has helped numerous families. I am honored to know her. I never knew him. He had gone to heaven before I met my husband. 

July 16, 2014
Contest: Scent of Water
Sponsor: Faye Gibson

Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2014

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long live India,long live you

soil eroding,water depleting,forest drying
Save tomorrow,saving glaciers,rain,dew
long live India,long live you

world demanding globalisation
world making country,country of migrants
like big bang earth,moon,stars

long live India,long live you

terrorist making sunset nation
terrorist making day,day of killings
like lightening strike

long live India,long live you

Copyright © anil khanna | Year Posted 2015

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Unknown Soldier

He stood as he braced himself for the greatest battle he`ll ever known
His entire life`s existence an accolade towards this very moment, this last battle of the gods
His breath slow and measured, steadying himself for what his yet to come
An attempt to hide the frantic beatings of his heart, conceal the frightened child within his soul

His life marred by the loss of the his loved ones, his cries of pain echoing throughout the silent night
He killed to save lives, but this burden was too great for his conscience, the guilt never really got soothed

His life has been edged on three confounding principles, love your woman, honor your God, and defend your country
Lived with these ideals all his life, even as life gratified him with impossible odds
He loved his woman, even when the gods raped her, he still loved his woman
He honored the Gods, even when they took all he loved from him, he still honored them

He defended his country, enemies came, enemies fought, enemies vanquished
A simple man with nothing but his heart on his sleeve, a simple man with no noble title
A man born with no privilege to call his own, a man with no strength but his own
Though he fell apart, though his heart bled, though his soul marred, he stood up against impossible odds

The enemy outnumbered him, rushing towards him like a stampeding herd of wildebeest
Alone he stood and fought impossible odds, alone he stood and fought impossible odds
Fiercely he fought, every strike of his sword hitting its mark, he fought recklessly

His skin punctured with stab wounds, his skin covered in dried blood, his shield had failed
The enemy`s number had finally caught up, his form dwindling, his strikes becoming wilder in desperation

With one last battle cry, his voice loud, his last cry sent chills down the spines of his enemies.
One last swing of his sword, one last act of defiance, one last act of courage, one last fight
“Once more into the Frey, into the last good fight I`ll ever know, live and die this day”
And as he fell, angel cries sounded from the heavens, a song of defiance played for him

Peace engulfed a fallen soldier; her soft caresses soothed the hurt endured in his life
His last words were the same as those who died for their ideals, those who died for freedom
“Love your woman, Honor your Gods and defend your country”
He`s laid to rest…. Laid to sleep in peace in world filled with hate and suffering

Finally he found peace in a world ruled by death, finally his soul found a home.

Copyright © Marco Kalunduka | Year Posted 2017

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The Best Any Mother Ever Birthed And Reared

The Best Any Mother Ever Birthed And Reared

He stared back at his life amazed
a scattering of miracles here and there
many cried out that he was crazed
when he gave that stern look and stare

Back there vast plains loudly waved
forested jungles crept up so very slow
Nature he wanted touched and saved
a tragedy of pain that the angels know

Dry, dead cities awaited his return
the man that set beauty in the blue sky
his life , a tree destined to burn
walking where others feared to even try

A man among men they admired and feared
the best any mother ever birthed and reared!

Robert J. Lindley, 02-27-2015

note:  Dedicated to H D L ....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Legend of the Unknown

Tender smile fumes, the vanished touch of yore
Against midnight scream, passion in folklore
Tether thy gaily words. Not a tear loss
Arise ye heads, looked thence before at toss.
Silence posit as means for foe deceit.
Norm thath mandate knees ‘till poseur forfeit;
Smash across bloody, unknown one gallant
Niggle on trust which n’vr malevolent.

Flee and austere, meek wolves escape shameless,
Fight outside pride, hope tributes when helpless.
Oh! Might destroy peace nurtured humble eye;
Obscure fate hung after teary goodbye.

Untold misery haunts. Short lived supper
Unfold all plots. We died unseen pauper.

Copyright © Elijah Uchiha-Chara | Year Posted 2013

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Letter to a Soldier

Filled with festivities, here we adorn our houses with light, Lonely, in a bunker at the border, for our safety, you fight. We sleep peacefully here each day, believing it to be our right You stand rock solid, guarding us tirelessly each night. We see-off to school, our kids, with a kiss of good-bye You see yours growing in pictures only, as the years roll by, Can't stand the separation, closeness with loved ones we ever try Seeing your family on web-cam, brave warrior, you don't even cry. We are too full of ourselves as we go about our day Selflessly devote your sweat and blood, even your life you lay For His blessings to you, O Soldier, we heartily pray May you be hale and hearty, safe wherever you stay. If only we could live harmoniously, if not love, let tolerance be Then a peaceful world without war and violence, would our children see. 2/7/2012

Copyright © Yesha Shah | Year Posted 2012

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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

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Letter to a soldier

I stand where we once stood on those lucky dusking nights
Looking for the silhouette of you with hope you’ll soon return from the far away land of combat
I hear the echo of your voice resounding through gun shots and bomb blasts
To carry me the words you spoke in pledge to battle a world to keep our child and love safe
And emptiness grips me where your embrace once filled
But the heart is warm with promise that you are fighting for state calm and right
The only reason our child and love strays on the sacrificial altars of war;
Now I write, with spirit to your valor and supremacy
To call you home in decorum, to love and family; to safety
Every time we sit without you under this starry sky
I almost see you straying across frontlines in shear devotion to state calm and right
And I am calling you home; I am calling you to safety
Calling you to fight for our child and our love as you have for the State
This is our family letter to a state soldier.

Copyright © Irene Namajja | Year Posted 2014

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This Love For You Brings Out A Million Tears

This love for you brings out a million tears, 
When you left me with a doubtful promise; 
That you will be back so I'll never miss, 
The things we shared for a couple of years.
But fate provided me nothing but fears
For your advent’s impossible to please
Even if I pray, beg down on my knees
Your voice, so sweet, again cannot be hears.
So I lift up with smile, tears in my eyes
Reminiscing the presence of your love
Hoping for the chance this life had given
While gazing peacefully at the blue sky
‘cause I know that you’re watching from above, 
smiling with restfulness there in heaven.

Copyright © Laian Balbino | Year Posted 2016

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I'm Sorry Freedom

I’m sorry my dear heroes for our shame
For mothers’ empty tears that now go by
For curses braved so cowards sit and cry
For surely there is someone else to blame

I’m sorry that your glory became lie
That freedom was an easy thought to tame
That while you fought our leaders played a game
That all the hopes of yesterdays now cry

Like flocks of sheep to terror in we cave
To eyes and ears that watch us everyday

Arrested cause our clothes hint misbehave
Our children searched in streets they used to play

Those dreams of liberties whose cost were grave
Are freedoms we now lightly give away

Copyright © Martin Kloess | Year Posted 2013

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THE FUNOM'S SONNET - You won Samurai

you can be the sun or earth
you can be the dew on grass
you can see the way and worth
see any ant dig eat and pass
run in a big bay see her girth
far you go cut and surpass
if not sea go try the firth
all are not gem few are brass
god has put two box one empty
now its you who has one key
you can win but not for free
bit by bit and try by try
hit by hit now jet fly high
omg you won samurai

Entered Contest - THE FUNOM'S SONNET
Sponsored by: Funom Makamakm

Copyright © Deepak A. | Year Posted 2016

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Stalwart sable Sister Soldier

Stalwart Sable Sister Soldier…
(Apropos A Major Home to Bury A Son)

She saw sorrow sadness shadowing shield 
Orbs of cataract visions veiled
In victorious battles of nothingness;
Told to think of the blessings bombings yield; 
That tomorrow the town will rise and manage
If they not waste time pondering the collateral damage.

Once more and again, we are caught
Not between the rock and hard place,
But confused why we have again fought
For the freedom of yet another abused race;

Mr. President, I’ve done what you’ve taught;
I’ve bitten the bullet and spat out the bitter taste;
Now I shall be about that which I now must manage
That you and I not become the future collateral damage.

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2016

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No Soldiers Here

To die midstream 
moonbeam of rosette 
Unseen to down-pour 
whites of greyness grown
Be poisoned spears to 
soldiers gone too soon
From country-cuddling 
hold and seeds unsown.

Through wintery cold of 
dewy-morning scorn
Where lies comfort in 
dreams of homeward 
The soldier's toil be made 
the clarion-horn
To cheering crowds of 
clouds to rain-remorse.

And dust o'er dust, the 
soldiers buried, reign
A waste of years before 
the waste behind
As mourning silence o'er 
medallions feign
Dethrones the rest and 
battle-days remind.

"A soldier shall ne'er 
grow to death unblest
Unless uþon regrets, be 
laid to rest".

Copyright © Mustapha Mosi Gomina | Year Posted 2013

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At the savage, indigo sky,
draped in snow, claw the mountains high.
By the cirque, a base, sheltered 'neath, 
his gun sings the ballad of death.

A field of kash, in autumn swirl,
the dark braid of that village girl.
Mother's white, unwavering faith,
his gun sings the ballad of death.

Skin burns through the synthetic girth,
frozen blood inseminates earth.
Echo of loss shudders his breath,
his gun sings the ballad of death.

At the savage, indigo sky,
his gun sings the ballad of death.

Form: Kyrielle Sonnet
Date: 27 / 10 / 2016

Siachen is a glacier located in the eastern Karakoram range of Himalayas mountains just northeast of the LoC between India and Pakistan. It's also the highest battleground on Earth. 

Copyright © Tamal Kundu | Year Posted 2016

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American soldier

heaven patiently watches
the American soldier
from beyond this life
as his  wife cries and his brave son waves goodbye
father holds his mother as she prays ( god  keep my son safe)
the American soldier
so far  from home
you will never march alone
so brave
trying not to be afraid
as he fights  for all the world's rights
the American soldier

the American soldier
may angels surround
you ever 
second of day
and night as we pray

heaven watches and the 
American soldier stands high
in God;s  grace
we ask God please protect  our American soldier
and keep in safety,s sight,
 shield our american soldier within  god;s greatest light
shield our american soldier
with god;s greatest light
shield our american soldier in god;s greatest light
shield our american soldier
with god;s greatest light
shield our american soldier
with god;s greatest light

Copyright © sandra byrd | Year Posted 2005

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Surprise Visitor





Copyright © Ericka Gruber | Year Posted 2016

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Mad world

Shoulder to shoulder, stand rifle in hand
wait in anticipation, wait to die
for someone, something we don't understand 
a war without reason, they can't deny,

Natures beauty lost to mans destruction 
wallowing in mud, blood, below our feet
our leaders desert us no inspection
over the top our enemies to meet

advance, advance is all that I could hear
wish I could wake from this awful nightmare
not encountered excruciating fear
this is more than any human can bare,

Dense smoke filled air, bullets, shells being hurled
Making life a nonsense in this mad world.

Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2017

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Child Soldier

Yesterday, I saw my buddy, he was with his daddy
On their yard, together happily playing, the rugby
While I stood near at the iron gate, I heard his father
Telling him, of his love and belief, that he should gather

My admiration goes for his father, in him, he’s laid
Brave boys, don’t cry, it is only a girlish thing, he said
I envy my friend of his time with his father, they talked
And having great time, of being together, so I walked

Out, from the scene, without disturbing their family time
While inside me, hate’s mustering, for my own has no rhyme 
Today, when I saw my friend, like dried meat, in his coffin
I thought his father have lived with conscience, for his own teen

My old buddy had an intriguing hole, on his forehead
He was only 12 years old, and now, tears for him I shed

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006

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When A Soldier Goes Down

Written By: D. Collins 8/30/17
When a soldier is wounded all jokes go away.
Until they return what we must do is pray.
The team stands down from any further missions.
Awaiting that soldier’s return in tip top condition.
When a soldier goes down we rally behind them.
Sharing the love, like real women and men.
Whatever they are facing we experience it, too.
Having empathy for what they are going through.
Their current situation is only temporary.
Resilience will win over, undoubtedly.
A soldier never remains behind enemy lines.
Without question, it won’t happen this time.
So, strap up your boots, and put on your gear.
Every member of the team is needed back here.
We’re awaiting your return to go out in force.
But, please take your time bouncing back, of course.

Copyright © Darrell Collins | Year Posted 2017