Best Comrade Poems
To touch a fallen comrade and find his life line strong
Will form a lasting bond that lingers on and on
You’ll find your heart is beating as if it’s lost in song
To touch a fallen comrade and find his life line strong
But
To touch a fallen comrade and find his life is gone
To be there as he passes into the great beyond
You’ll find your heart is beating but something feels all wrong
To touch a fallen comrade and find his life is gone
So
Let’s say a prayer for soldiers so they can all hold on
And maybe prayers will help them when everything goes wrong
You’ll find your heart is beating and keeping spirits strong
Let’s say a prayer for soldiers before they all are gone
Let us all now bow our heads
Or go down on bended knee
And pray our Lord will grant us
This soldier’s fervent plea
Lord, keep your eye on soldiers
Wherever they might be
Fighting for their country
Setting people free
Guide their hands and hearts Lord
So they can follow thee
Lord, touch these fallen comrades
And give them heaven’s key
Keep your eyes on soldiers
Wherever they might be
mdailey - This is my tribute to the troops as we go into Memorial Weekend. If you
like this one you can see my other tributes posted some time ago - Daddy's Coming
Home - America's Greatness - MIA Hill - A Little Hill In Arlington
Categories:
comrade, death, hope, inspirational, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
A Comrade like Ben
A statesman like Mandela diplomatically
suspended the necessary struggle of opposites,
gummed his fragmented land together with reconciliation….
exploiters to exploited , murderers to martyrs
imperialist to invisibled indigenes
lives in Sandton and councils Bill Clinton
and Naomi Campbell on plush carpets
a sinewy activist, hard as nails, like yourself…
Ben Palmer Louw, always
cajoling
conspiring
criticizing
organising
uprising
forever
beautiful in your pregnant concern
that freedom , dignity and justice
is tangible and beautiful as black skin, kinky hair
is real when a continent’s wealth is fairly shared
is manifested when the state collapses in selfless deeds
old man Nelson turned ninety and is now a teddy
to those who feared the terrorist at forty.
He no longer speak for himself but for his party
and the party is a self-serving affair.
Pity your death at thirty-something
when Nelson started talking to his racist oppressors.
For ten years you and your young militant army
punctured holes in the racist ideology,
marched flames and thunder through townships,
died in your thousands,
stopping with blood and bones
bullets casted for centuries by the fascist
in black holes of greed and fear.
“A shame … but subversion is to blame ”
`` the defenders of law and order loudly exclaimed
“Not good for business”…the moneybags conceded
“ if Soweto bleeds , profit –rates receeds . ”
“Give black chiefs and compradors the garrotte
and stick the small change of capital under their nose .
They will throttle the radical noises at the root ”.
Wounded deeply, your rapid-firing baritone voice
still thundered on battle-fields and in halls,
urging us to destroy mental and wage slavery.
I saw you fight for freedom
the whole scorching way,
every hour of that long bloody apartheid day…
but one night
you leaped ,
proud black brother of mine,
right into the sky…
fist raised high as heaven with a two-hour smile
whispering re-assuringly “Don’t ever give up, gents…
the harder they come , the harder they fall.
See… brothers and sisters…revolution is!
In memory and respect to Ben Palmer Louw (1950-1987)a student leader of 1976 soweto insurrection
Categories:
comrade, history, inspirational, loss, political,
Form:
Elegy
Procrastination
resembles for Death,
said comrade Lenin
as soon as emerges the chance for overplot
and killed the nascent democracy in Russia
when the country to move
for constitutional monarchy
doing first step in the verge
of art of consensus and agreements,
expelling all others parties
from parliament,
murdered Russian tsar and his family
Lenin and his learners and Bolsheviks
70 year ruled by 1/7 part of Earth,
killing million peoples in civil wars, conslagers and famine
for the sake of Communism,
the fatal belief about country of zugar-candy,
that lullabied so long unlearned masses
and skillfully used by cynical and guilty leaders
who didn’t know that had been murderers and criminals
in the society of legitimizing injustice and violence
for the sake of happy future, certainly,
immortal comrade Lenin.
Categories:
comrade, political,
Form:
Ballade
Winter freezes the heat of the year,
That shivers within our hearts, oh dear!
A season where Christmas celebrates
A time everyone liberates.
Friends of all rejoice and play on snow.
Forever friends none bothers even time is on go.
Tears on faces of every memorable moment,
Like snowflakes that pour heavily on earth below.
Love really is a powerful gift
But all alone it is without friendship.
Love of friends makes us lift
As if love is like the oceans so deep.
But like winter, all is unwell.
Sometimes friendship, on the dirt fell.
So comrade, I say unto you,
Love not only your allies but your foes too.
A good friend you are,
And my love will be with you even from afar.
Time will fly, old and new friends you will meet,
As cold as snow may seem, let your love for them feel the heat.
I thank you for the friendship we had.
Swear that I will forget it not.
Even fierce snowstorm on the days add,
Leave you I would dare not.
My friend as white as snow,
Wherever you go, let me follow.
Memories I won’t throw,
Stay in my heart you will, comrade on snow.
Categories:
comrade, death of a friend,
Form:
Elegy
For Comrade Chris Hani
(1942 – 1993)
mowed down
by hot lead
your blood flowed
into our African soil
murdered you, yes, they did
silence you, they never will
for your voice
your spirit
speaks to us still
Categories:
comrade, courage, dedication, farewell, forgiveness,
Form:
The kind have been waiting for,
praying and hoping just to have,
anxious waiting at the door,
hoping you will find your way here.
Little did i know,
you were actually helter skelter,
looking for a way to destine here,
a place to settle and live peacefully.
A curious knock came accidentaly,
only finds its way in my door,
feeble and hopeful than ever,
waiting to be told,'its here girl'.
A broad smile greeted me,
looks alike like that in my dreams,
totally a dream come true,
a fulfilled one,just for me.
A smile that came at the right face,
a smile offered to a long dreamt person,
a smile that helped alot,
ofcourse in this life of me.
The precious thing in my life,
offered just at the right time,
a time of lonely turned to be a smile moment,
a blessing more than blessings.
Categories:
comrade, friendship, hope, smile,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The Trojan of our heroic struggle
The heroic struggle against chains
Which beckons with pains
That tends to make us insane
For we are already stained
As they offer us disdain
Nowhere but in the scorchy rain
From the cradle lipping with light . . . of wisdom
Grew to be part of the struggle against the kingdom
Clenching fisticuff against the host hoarding our freedom
For the student movement’s struggle against the fiefdom
Reigned like others that thinketh not of the days of doomdom
Whilst the 80’s have those that have seldom
Bothers not about their selfishly accrued freedom
And bear brunt and boredom:
The late Chris Abasi
The late Rotimi Ewebiyi(RE)
Lanre Arogundade,Emman Ezeazu
Olu Oguibe, Labaran Maku
Ogaga Ifowodo, Bamidele Aturu . . .
Who scrawl their sobriquet in the Ingrained
Annals of the Nigerian student struggle
Those whose names sends
Cold and shiver to the Military junta
Chima, a born Trojan
Had no laurels and medals to display
Except for broken ribs and
Bruised lips with a bloodied head
For a cause he believed in
Ubani, a masculine Amazon
It just occurred to me that your demise has left
A big lacuna in the revolutionary kingdom in Nigeria
You remain the unassuming link amidst
The ultra-leftist, the progressives
The right activists, the social critics
The liberals and other change seekers
All along, you raised the slogan of
System change and Regime change
Craving for a working class mass based
Political party to take over
So that we can move over
Whenever we see the sign of cross over
In order not to spill over
In our quest to possess our possession
You remain a Trojan in the gully
Having kept your head above murk
In the human right trenches
You have scribbled your name boldly in
Gold on the sand of history
The road claims another Trojan
Unable to lose us out of your life
We gain from the blood and pains
A living testament to earn us new hearts
And firm us on the more
Forever in the struggle till we wet out
The blood of our tormentors and oppressors.
Alayande Stephen Tolulope
September 27th 2005
4.45pm
Categories:
comrade, inspirational, people, visionary, change,
Form:
Love is necessary for survival;
it’s a basic need all over the universal,
Without it we lose the will to live,
Our mental and physical vitality lessens, resistance lowers,
When we experience love,
we glow with a radiance force,
Many commit suicide due to lack of love,
When love fails, everything comes to ruins,
Just like me just a girl in the movie,
my life was unstable,
I had so many ups and downs,
My life was jammed with bitterness and disappointments,
My heart filled with many patches, the man I loved hurted me so badly,
He left me totally damaged; I lost the will to live,
I was standing in a bridge; I had decided to end my life,
If it weren’t for that man from nowhere, the man with blue eyes,
“Alexander” the man, who brought sense to my mind,
He tooked me from hell to paradise, he completely changed my life,
His love restored my life, his love worked miracles,
He too has deficiencies, but am not going to any corrections,
For me, he is my super hero,
He would be the antagonist if it was a movie,
He is always supportive; he showed me the meaning of love,
I don’t have to grabble with questions of life anymore,
For my hero got it all,
When world strikes fear to my heart,
My hero got it all under control,
If there is a person who knows me better,
“Alexander” the man, who makes it all lighter,
He makes all the difference,
Am the stones, he is the fire,
He is tender and considerate,
His love is genuine and unconditional,
In anything he got my whole heart approval,
He is so invaded in my heart, that I can never tore him apart
Categories:
comrade, devotion, friendship, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
COMRADE LOVE NEEDED
Sorrow of Love is hard to bear
stretches my bones and
I cannot go on
a need for comrades
to speak about Love
lost their ability to love
can only love for moments
when these moments come
they devour them like
rare chocolate
not enjoying them
my comrades have physical
beauty, Spirit beauty I doubt
they question commitment and honesty
it is their own they question
we do not need hate to be
involved in a struggle for truth
we ache Love
I see comrades becoming mechanical
we strive for a distant star
that beckons with Love
Comrades !
Love is needed !
Categories:
comrade, 12th grade, africa, chocolate,
Form:
Bio
My lifelong dream comes true as the words pour out onto the lifeless sheet. Stories of disengaged minds, hate, love, and freedom from above are created. A humble life is much better with the pen and the words are less deflated. This is never time deflated. For the mental stress is now regulated. Forgotten dreams are reality again, as the mighty pen elopes the crumpled paper then keeps me from being sedated.
I can never put it down because all meditative thoughts alienate me to speak my unregulated mind. This is my love my engaged find. The past is always now set to let me rewind. The facts are flowed and the stories are told as the words are intertwined.
Deja vu traps many fresh seen presents that becomes hot on the scene. A message is spoke and in time the words will evoke. A long lasting crime can never satisfy my everlasting cry for more rhyme. Every word spoken or heard becomes a flash into a story oriented write of insight for the sublime. This is no longer part time. For the minds waist is put into challenging scheme and the fun of it all is it is such a strange, fantasy driven, yet remarkable live in new age legal crime. Poetry soup has now open a once chained up door, and soon as I am a choice comrade I will get to free open up more
Categories:
comrade, adventure, anger, angst, anxiety,
Form:
You're wounded yet you stand
oblivious of the blood gushing forth
taking every ounce of your strength
but still you fight.
They wonder my friend,
why you chose to live with
red flags rather than white.
Show them your hands
that cracked from tilling
the earth.
Reveal to them the sufferings
and pains you endure
on the hands of your
adversaries.
point to them the ground
where they kicked you,
where they have
trampled upon every inch
of your dignity.
Now, maybe they'll understand
why you chose to carry
that red flag.
Categories:
comrade, depression, history, life, people,
Form:
Comrade
Some say, in youth,
Youth can not win for losing.
And then there is the truth of a comrade
Righted by his own will and a use of him,
And he is his best back-slapping memory of you.
A projected backtalk slap across the face
Of some unknown authority that missed out in its race
A lover foiled in the folly of love, a basket case.
He is youth’s idyllic haste
A lover leading into a chase,
The tone of its full throttle collision
Of stars, cars, evening rains,
Lovers switching lanes,
In the haste and charm
Of truth’s double-edged sword,
Filled with its own conceit and harm.
For, she is its mirror of you,
The diadem of perfection
In the raging tempest,
Of its imperfection of you.
And he is its wildfire,
the comrade upon all shores,
Pulling her up
From the wasteland of closed doors,
The imperatitude of his ballistic message,
Colliding full throttle in love for her love,
And its idyllic score.
Who wins in this lover’s game?
Not one knows, for in it,
She and I are One, the same.
The socket punch to the shoulder,
The laughter beneath its iron fortress of blanket
and boulder,
The fireworks display,
The enraged lover bound in its cage
A lover’s line scribbled across its page,
Our hearts unbound and free,
In union in the count of days,
The uncaged bird singing free
OF a heaven and its rays,
Of only what comrades can see
When merit calls us to lead.
Categories:
comrade,
Form:
Verse
I said comrade to all my colleagues and friends and all of my herds
I thought and said and behaved all equally and fairly
We ate together the same food, we slept together in the same bed
And we read together the same books
And of course we talked, discussed and debated the same topic
With great interests and enthusiasm
All together
It was like my own family
Nothing in me, I hide anything
With all my comrades
It was like one family: living together, dying together
My family was their family and theirs were mine
When I had no chance to dance
There was no line of demarcation to divide
Until we fought together
Revolted together in all activities
We took similar and equal responsibility
When there was no opportunity
For justice, equality and humanity
But until we found our unexpected dream come true
I do not know why I changed
From day one of this dream fulfilled
From day one I was out of the nature
I changed, he changed and they changed
We all changed together
No more comrades
No more similarities
No same bed or breakfast
No same treatment or meeting
No more common issues
Among us, dear comrades of the past
We are separated like a divorced couple
My wife and children became my own comrades
No more other comrades
Who fought together, lived together and ate together
For so many years
But now I forgot the bygone days
But I have my own comrades
My own coterie of comrades
Became my closest of the close friends
Close comrades are better
Than far away comrades
Whatever others say about me
And my comrades, I do not care
As all comrades cannot be equal
Some are certainly more equal than far away
Comrades of different caste, colour, and culture
In this age and time of opportunity
I know the importance of my wife, my daughter and my son
And my close relatives and donors and slave like supporters
My purpose is fulfilled
My dream achieved
So no more comrades unless I need
Your help and support and your backing
If I start to fall down from my post and power
My dear comrades
My dear comrades!
Categories:
comrade, conflict, corruption, political, pollution,
Form:
Free verse
If I said I love you would you be mad?
I do recall our fight and I am sad.
It does not erase the good times we had.
What we share is real and not some fad.
I have loved you since you were a young lad.
You remind me of a great man, my dad.
Babe, I want to be your lifelong comrade.
Becoming your new bride would make me glad.
08-27-16
Categories:
comrade, for him, love,
Form:
Monorhyme
She stands gallant
For us: the staged pens
Of growing knowledge
For the posted battle field
By honor to get hired
She stands gallant
In lonely and scary dens
Tightly by duties pledge
For our efforts to yield
And live likewise if inspired
She stands gallant
For every little, callow mind
And the runaway lyrics
Singing silently of possibility
To be boldly listen to cum history
She stands gallant
Come lose; come find
In and out academics
With such glaring docility
How she copes remained a mystery
She stands gallant
For the lazy dudes
And their urgent care
Cum needs to get going
Even at her own expense
She stands gallant
Through mixed moods
Managing students affair
Who aren't for once easy-going
Except few that ain't of pretense
She stands gallant
For the striking distance
Assuming to come nearer
For life to be at its finest choice
Before regrets dilate the luck
She stands gallant
For everyone's timed chance
Not to slip by to view in mirror
Reason for her heightening voice
Not to blame but you caught thuderstruck
She stands gallant
For what her birthday brings
Which character nurtures
Growing emotions for peace
And understanding to relate well
She stands gallant
For death to envy life clings
Producing more pure searchers
Adding up in numbers that don't cease
Living while gone would be a way to tell
She stands gallant
For all feelings and its fear
Explain how it could be of benefit
And follow up with the progress
To leadership is such attribute
She stands gallant
For herself by smiling to cheer
Others out of doubts from bull
Which shouldn't hinder one's finesse
It is evident you're worth more tribute
For more of this to come
Keep living for thy known
Keep sacrificing for the unknown
Don't be distracted by some
Who want you to stop yet many a bum
Categories:
comrade, age, anniversary, art, birthday,
Form:
Rhyme