Best Combat Poems

Poets, you've been expressing your opinions on politics
Some were very nasty, like oil and water, they don't mix
Some 'discussions' have gotten rude and very hostile
It's truthful facts vs. fictional lies,  all spewed with bile

Can everyone stop bickering and put your theories aside
Believe what you...

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Our Broken Wings 
Held in Our Hearts of Gold  
And I am  Torn Too
To Shreds
Our feathers shed,
Clawed by The Cat of all Predators
My heartless heart 
And I Kneel weary  before Our Rising Sun
Bathed once more 
In the Glory
Of coming  home......

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WOMEN IN COMBAT

By Leonard Kleeman

Women in real combat, can that really be?
The news article had a great big headline.
It stated that when outdoors, women can't pee.
And, even if it's true, that's no business 
of mine.

The Pentagon will now rescind its combat ban.
Which means all the...

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Traveling life's murky waters,

Were these brave men.

My friends in dark jungles.

Dying for many who did not care.

Malaria and typhoid our worst enemies;

Still then, that occasional sniper bullet,

Snuffing out a life in an instant.

Fighting for our country yet hated by some.

Freedom was all we tried to...

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I used to love my combat boots.
In O.D. green I felt grassroots.
Sporty shorts and long straight hair
Any whistle got my glare.
My favorites, now, are boots’ offshoots!

© February 8, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen...

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I want to splat you
Sir, sucker pinching veins
With itch, mosquito!

My tongue pierced skin cries
And merciless you zip drink
A bump, your tombstone!

Sizzling in my ear
Halt these needs to sense me what germs
Infest your entrails

Settle still in place
Slippery rogue, test my swat
Awful mess, my blood!...

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They don't want that lyrical combat
To beat me you'll need a genie, 3 wishes and a miracle on that
Your best hope is if you and god sign a spiritual contract
I write quicker than Usian Bolt runs with the accuracy of Lionel Messi
I make love to...

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Combat.... 

though morbid in nature, there is a sense of beauty....

for example - 
the bullet and it's chamber
the slickness of steel, and the power of the trigger 
which together correlates the symphony of motion 
from the time the trigger is pulled, to the
daunting escape of...

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Flashes of combat
of the rising tally from both camps
in a war that is faintly remembered

Flashes of training with the commandos
flashes of training with the marines
Flashes of action imprinted in memory

Taking out his bottle of pills
swallows three white pills
sleep quickly finds him

Dreams starting but they are...

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I remember that day and never looking back
I said goodbye to my family and grabbed my duffel bag
Im off to be a hero just like my grandfather and my dad
Im going to fight for America Im going to become a man 
I will make you...

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On a battlefield so far away,
those marching soldiers never play,
all scanning the horizon,
a target in question,
freedom defender,
with their rifle,
bayonet,
combat
boots....

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Life Is Mortal Combat
By Rick Rucker

Life is mortal combat, sorry for the name,
Life is mortal combat, and I do not mean the game!

It starts out rather meekly, just as we are born,
But it gets far tougher, as we are old and worn!

At a time when...

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Soldier.

Called then, to duty,

I stood before my brothers,

urging them to war


T'were boys I led to battle

and I drift now among you

dead as well, save grim valor

and brutal resolution




March 22, 2019...

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Duress and death and flies persist
but I can't rest, or I won't rise

While on I press, relays of mist
that graze beside me now and then,
make red my dead and distant eyes
but raise my listing head again

Unhinged, ashamed, yet still servile,
I aim and brave men atomize
to...

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The French word for ‘cockroach’ is ‘le cafard’.
In some contexts it can mean ‘depression’.
But for the soldiers always standing guard, 
‘Avoir le cafard’ refers to boredom.
I’ve heard war has been described as follows:
“Ninety percent boredom, the rest: TERROR”.
It’s true for those hiding in their hollows,
Whether...

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