Best Armistice Poems

The old soldier reflects
During a two minute lull.
Shiny medals worn
On clothes drab and dull.
Wearing a red poppy
With feelings of regret and pride.
Teardrops for comrades
Who died by his side.
Now begs for pennies
On the city streets
Looked down upon
By some that he meets.
Waiting for a pension
Promised years before.
One...

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He lowers his hat as she wipes her tears,
when falls a thoughtful hush, as battles cease,
we hear their silent thoughts across the years.

He comes home battered and torn by his fears
in nightmarish dreams that will never decrease
he lowers his hat as she wipes her tears.

Weary...

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    ,                            Remembering Armistice Day
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Covered in mud, blood, sweat and tears.
Lads so very young in years.
Some so young they shouldn’t have been. 
Even witnessing those terrible scenes.
Let alone fighting in the trenches surrounded by death.
Watching comrades draw their last breath.
Giving everything they had to give. 
Wondering if they are...

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With paper blooms of vibrant red,
recalling battles and their dead.
A moment’s silence, deep in thought
of young lives taken as they fought;
of blood and innocence still shed.

From Flanders fields the poppies spread,
on black lapels they grow instead.
Remembrance, love and hope are sought
with paper blooms.

Eleven chimes; with...

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In the cold of the bleak morning sky, 	
we see no leaf stirs, nor birds flying by.
As we wake to the crisp Autumn chill,
we see flags at half staff, are hanging still!

It’s a day well suited for a sombre event,
when we, as a Nation remember...

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The barbed wires gone  the craters filled in
But the poppy's still grow on Flanders fields 
men's tears have been wiped and burials done
But the poppy's still grow on Flanders fields 
young men died  because old men lied 
But the poppy's still grow on...

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Eleventh hour—
	young men perished,
	their hopes and dreams all lost:
	Ypres, The Marne, Verdun

of the
Eleventh day—
	silent, fell guns,
	and stillness took the front:
	Argonne, Belleau Wood, Amiens

of the
Eleventh month—
	the war men claimed
	would end all others:
	sadly, it did not...

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Apart from being torn in pieces, I am together.
Aside from what is known, I am in twain.
Life is fulfilled with so much complexity; however, the world is mundane.
It seems to be a lack of involvement in an enricher way.

Through variables of disparity, discrepancy is everywhere.
None...

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Self-crippled arrayed in abundance
Too poisonous to move, to dance
Striking a medicare deal
Reeling in unemployment checks
Our disabled bodies left to hang

From crippling blows
The pressure of expectation
Lynching sanity
Propping self-delusion on stilts

Searching for rights
The reason to exist
In a muddled play by play

Blessed are those in spirit
Accepting power over...

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This heart of mine is
a wanderer nomad and 
now it is on the 

loose. It became wroth
and restless for the mind is 
bowed down; the shameful

armistice is now
signed. Because it is still
aware that if it

gave upon on you,
if it ceased to love, it would
cease to...

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unrearthing the fallen saint
you wash your feet
and enter the temple of forgotten god :

cult of escapc from 
tangled half- truths
with dramatic entry of hysterics

you fail to accept yourself,
the grieving death – mask
transcends a fresco

labyrinthine, spacey
soul-sick mates
disputing for no things

the unstained shirt
reminds the absence
you bake a...

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unrearthing the fallen saint
you wash your feet
and enter the temple of forgotten god :

cult of escape from
tangled half-truths
with dramatic entry of hysterics

you fail to accept yourself,
the grieving death-mask
transcends a fresco

labyrinthine, spacey
soul-sick mates
disputing for no things

the unstained shirt
reminds the absence
you bake a new recipe


SATISH VERMA...

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C  Centuries  of  fighting   and  vain  inglorious  trauma  A

E  Enemies   for  no   reason   other  than  blind   terror  R

A  Agony  fueled ...

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Fields of red, of poppy leaf
The fields where  so many brave came to grief
Brave men indeed who refused to kneel
To give freedom to others, we remember them still

Fields of red, of poppy leaf
For Those men and boys who passed we grieve
The light extinguished in...

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