Best Day Of Remembrance Poems

Note:  Every year the government sets aside a Day of Remembrance for the 
Holocaust.  This year it is the first week of May.  Please share this with everyone so 
that none of us or our children ever forget.


They rounded us up one...

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There is a field that we all know
That passed a torch where Soldiers go
Those that fell fought to the end
From that field they did ascend

To look upon the light relay
That made us free free this day
Rest in peace we do remember 
This is done eleven...

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Unnoticed, he blends into the grey park bench,
eyes clouded and watering,
permanent tears for friends lost in a trench
not quite enough of a life-time ago.
Will anyone acknowledge him? 
Smile at him? Say hello?
How many people walk past without seeing?
Are they afraid to take a look 
at...

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Fields of France are filled with blood-red poppies
Where also bloom the lily-white crosses:
Each buried youth a seed, now bursting forth 
Into a stark white cruciform flower:
Row upon row, rank after serried rank,
A spiky grid overlying acre 
After acre in silent panoply,
Swan-mute as stillborns, yet shrieking...

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(The UK Queen's Platinum Jubilee was in June 2022)


You're at Trooping the Colour now, Dominic.
Were we not friends when we were schoolboys?
You look so smart now, Dominic, guardsman,
wrapped in the shining redness of that costume
under your tall, beautiful bearskin cap.

Recall that friendship, Dominic,
those distant days...

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The resources of India were medley,
the areas were uncoiled from her posture.
We were indifference,
we homage to the dictators.

But they ne'er venerable those words
those were hard vintage for us,
they set about the verb 
we started to loose our nerve.

As they recovered their senses, 
the life of...

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A Poem Of WW1 
ANZAC Day 
25th April 2018

Let’s have at Johnny Turk
Winston Churchill said, 
We’ll secure the Dardanelles,
Keep our Russian trade fed.
His words so casually uttered 
May have had to be eaten
Johnny Turk was well Generalled
And not so easily beaten.

The naval campaign to start
Was,...

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TUFF GONG-IAN MUNYWE
FEB 06 1945-MAY 11 1981
PART 2
So we bring ‘Kaya’ now,
is this love?
Get up stand up,
could you be loved.
Liberation in Zimbabwe,
we are yet to see this.
This bad card,
can easily yield war.
Because these ‘crazy baldheads’,
are still running amok.
So we best plot our exodus,
assured by the...

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As Remembrance approaches this year
Many an adult will shed a tear
2022 and casualties still fall
Servicemen struggling to stand tall

We think it's all about two world wars
In reality it is about many many tours
Those that fell in foreign lands
We remember with marching bands

Boots,medals and uniform done
Stand...

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APoem For ANZAC Day 
25 April 2015
 
One hundred years on and
Old enemies are now friends
So often the way of the world
After conflicts ends.
And that War 
To End All Wars
Just laid the foundations
For so many more.

From Suvla Bay to Basra,
To our modern days,
The world remains...

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THIS DAY OF REMEMBRANCE
ON THIS DAY, MANY MANY PRAYERS
ON THIS DAY OF JULY THE 4TH
WORDS TO SAY THIS DAY.

YEARS AND YEARS
SOME TEARS AND TEARS
JULY THE 4TH
THINGS WENT FORTH....

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Eleventh of November is armistice day
A day in the year where we remember
Remember what I hear you say
The sacrifice of many far far away

They fought for freedom
Did not die in vain
Our lives would have changed
Those survivors still suffer the pain

The symbol is iconic
A red poppy...

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They do not march now,
but they still stand--
shoulder to shoulder
in quiet granite lines.

Each flag breathes
like a memory fluttering
in the hush between heartbeats.

They are not just names,
not just dates--
they are echoes of last letters,
mud-heavy boots,
songs sung beneath a foreign sky.

We walk between them,
heads bowed,
and feel the...

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Today my thoughts are on Master Sergeant Joe D.
my brother who was four years younger than me.

Growing up Brother Joe was always the battler,
he took no one’s “stuff” and was never a prattler.

At twenty one I entered and Brother Joe came soon,
to the Army’s ways...

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