Best Foxhole Poems

The silence...
The stillness
Akin to shadows, long fingers reach
Warriors and I
Lie here in the hallow
Fear…beside us, beseech!

Where is the enemy?
Whispers seem to ring out
Lips from my fingers, keeps head from arise
To quell eager peering about

I am a boy
But, this night, man become I
I and my buddies…
Too...

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'Twas just him and his thoughts in that cold and lonely hole,
Awaiting the sergeant's dreaded muster to begin the night's patrol.
For days the weary soldier had been on the line in bitter battle,
'Midst the deafening roar of cannon and the musket's steady rattle!

'Twas Christmas Eve...

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The sergeant volunteered me for guard this cold and moonless night.
I was rushed to the front as a new replacement addin' to my plight.
I don't even know the sergeant's name and I doubt that he knows mine.
The only friend I have is my rifle as...

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~~ Yes, Virginia. There are agnostics and atheists in foxholes. ~~...

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“I am going to peek out the foxhole!” The squirrel told his troop.
“Don’t call it that!” screeched Finicky Farlane, spilling his soup.
Seriously, it is called that for real, Finicky, said Sergeant McBeal.
They should rename it then, Farlane said, spilling the rest of his meal....

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No poetry in a foxhole when the shelling starts
   Battle-weary soldiers contest
Well, there are no poets in a foxhole either
   I was about to protest...

Rat-a-tat-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat
Grinning bullets whiz by my grimacing hat
   Feel what happens to a foxhole
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THE FOXHOLE

I was not on the forefront upon a battle ground,
But in a little foxhole was where I would be found.
It was a little bunker upon a little hill,
I kept a watch there nightly, a duty to fulfill.
I didn’t like it, really, but not liked...

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