Best Iraq Poems

FOB Echo Iraq was a forward operation base near the Babylon site in the city of Diwaniya, in fact the US military put security hesco and fencing around the ruins for protection from all of the goons in the region. This was a hot base...

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One or two of us
Were home on leave;
For the rest of us,
Christmas came by mail.

Our callsign: Gunslingers.
Our Military Transition Team
Was embedded with 
The "Triple Deuce" Iraqi Infantry,

For a year our home
Was LSA Diamondback
Mosul, Nineveh province,
In northern Iraq

A Team member's wife
Gave us all Santa hats.
I have...

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-Thinking of Iraq Ware Veterans on Veterans Day-

The day after the terrorists attacked our country, I joined the military and was deployed to Iraq. I fought in the desert far away from my sweet home defeating terrorists because it was the nation’s call that I...

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Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death;
I look at this war and I’m exhausted, and so out of  breath!

I look to my spirituality for an answer to appear.
I’ve seen fellow marines die and “death” is what I ultimately fear!

The...

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Soldiers dying
Children crying
In a strange and far off land.

Bullets killing
Bombs so chilling
This the work of our own hand?

We are the ones who did invade
Duped by leaders we did trust.
Misled by claims of mass destruction,
Hard to ask – but now we must.

Did our leaders so betray...

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I'am always thirsty.
Yerning for your love. 
Though you are so far away.
your all i'am thinking of.

The days are long and lonely. 
The nights are restless.
The children fight.
The money is tight.
And all I think of is you.

You made a sacrific. 
For all the world to see.
But...

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Entry for Mystic Rose’s Contest~A Write to Our Heroes~Written by Gwendolen 
Rix~8-28-14


To My dearest Sweetheart,

Hello dear. It’s me again. I haven’t slept well since you left for Iraq. I don’t think I’ll 
ever sleep well again til you are back home in my arms again....

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Patches of white Virburnum 
like piles of snow on the ground.
Birds, with enchanting songs, 
carol in the first light.
Acres of clover weed, white, 
carpet the spaces between the trees.
White petals blow like snowflakes in the gentle breeze.

In minds’ eyes the scenery froze, 
then night falls,...

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letter to Iraq

beneath your skin lies terror,
your sons and daughters die young
i have seen their limbs tread on bombs ,
play grounds for dead bodies.
death comes by night to orphan children by morning.

for what purpose does life serve when mothers bury their young?
school classrooms for refuge...

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The historical record shows many intimate connections between Arabs, Muslims, Hebrews and Jews, and Babylon. The nation we equate with Israel began as tribes in the deserts of Arabia. Some of them were allies, some opponents, of the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH). However, we know his...

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you enter into my innermost calmness
chafed naught a crawling grapevine 
and speared mustered seeds I'd beckoned 
your tenderness your infamous timely 
sorted kisses morbidly missed over time 
driving over gravel searching for hidden 
scents of blushing rosebuds that catered 
to my senses why I'd explored...

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IRAQ

Three and a half decades of tyranny and death, unrelenting 
until the end, there’s always more to perish.
Dictator extraordinaire, mass murderer, genocidal maniac, 
you are death – an awesome man capable of anything, invading 
your neighbours, gassing your own people, acquiring weapons 
of mass destruction,...

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All U.S. soldiers are putting their lives on the line in Iraq for our freedom. It's like a
modern-day version of World War II and the Gulf War. Despite the armed forces' efforts to
fighting for our freedom, they suddenly get killed by suicide bombs or wounded,...

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The Things Never Said
The terror…
The only things ever said about my daddy’s WWII service were that he’d been to New Guinea where he’d ridden on a truck full of soldiers by a river without a name  in which it was oft said he’d lost...

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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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