Best Dunkirk Poems

At
Dunkirk,
where thousands
of stranded men
lined a bloody beach,
hope was draining with each
air strike delivered by the
unrelenting Germans’ aircraft.
Cold, starved, and injured men watched from shore -
their few rescue ships being bombed and sunk.

How must they have felt knowing their homeland
was so close – and yet so...

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There abided an old dude in Dunkirk

   Who was a deacon in the parish kirk

      He cast his lecherous eyes

         On ladies' keisters and thighs

     ...

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There once was a man from Dunkirk
Who always was late for his work.
This man was so lazy,
He drove his wife crazy.
She stabbed him awake with a dirk.


For Deborah Guzzi's limerick contest  9th place...

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The once was a man from Dunkirk.
The war came and he went berserk.
In the French battle field,
Local harlots did yield.
Escape came by fancy footwork.

© January 16, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen...

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Lines of youth on forsaken beach,
waiting forlorn for an unseen saviour.
Jagged metal machines of war lying lifeless,
once proudly ridden beyond the sea.

Billows roll where bodies now loll,
turning over in crimson foam.
The living watch, all eyes upturned
where riveted winged eagles clash.

Brave lads they all though terrified,
stood...

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For Didds

Four tankards found at the foot of the hill
Bet someone got w*nkered, and now they feel ill
Bet it went down so easy that no one resisted
And now they’ve forgotten the tankards existed
But down at the pub there are rumours of scandals
Of boisterousness, and the...

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Andrea Dietrich and Dunkirk

Sure seem to be so many similarities,
Along with varieties and familiarities;
When compared,
And also shared;
Sometimes disturbed by disparities.

Do take awesome Battle of Dunkirk,
And way out everything would work;
Harvey hurricane,
Sadness remain;
Much love was there as it would lurk. 

There are so many similarities between
Battle...

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Dunkirk – How it Hurt

They once tried to survive upon the sand
That they called No-Man’s land

Bombs and bullets fell as they stared
They couldn’t breath as there was no air

But then out at sea what a commotion
Stirring up such emotion

It’s time for you to go home...

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 ~ When allies falter from his Blitzkrieg force,
the blood of British sons infuse the sand.
They pray their brothers front the Channel’s course
for they have failed to gain the upper hand.

And, so they wait as consequences ride
upon a horse the devil painted red.
They watch in...

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Epitome bounds
useless waste sacrifices
will we ever learn?
our future movers, shakers
laid to a restless unknown...

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