Best Remembrance Day Poems

I left her behind
emaciated
I left her
dying
I left her
I left her
I wanted to die there with her
there in the desert
where I left my mother
there where the stench of the dead and the dying 
filled the air
I left her
my other children dragging me on
the solders shouting
threatening..theatening
I had...

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The time seems to wander, languishing here and there, jealous of the wind.
Sometimes it flies, to almost find it's end, even when you have barely started.
The terrible ones, they seem to standstill, so you can live them for a lifetime.
The boring ones, are not appreciated,...

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When in this life I felt down
You were the one that was around

Maybe it was the way you held my hand
I knew in my heart you would understand

I miss the way we used to sit and talk
The times we didn't look at the clock

The way...

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The symbol of remembrance is the red poppy
When I look upon it, this is what I see,
I see courage, sacrifice and extreme bravery
See thousands enlisting to defend their country.

I see other nationalities, every colour and creed
Who came to help England in her hour of need
I...

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Sat in his chair, the tv still on
He’s not changed the channel for so very long
The message on screen says a shut down’s ensuing
But press any button to carry on viewing

The remote, untouched on the arm of the chair
The TV shuts down like there’s nobody...

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Lili Marlene

In times of war, love can subdue cynical adversaries
(Men separated from their vocation, now filled with hatred)
And quell the beast inside their misdirected hearts,
And free their consciences, to allow sorrows’ comfort.

A noisy silence pervades the barracks’ atmosphere,
Where soldiers stir, stuffing duffel bags and miscellaneous,
While...

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Happy Birthday America, we salute you.
On this day, the 4th of July.
Bright colors of red, white, and blue.
Everywhere to celebrate and glorify.

Years pass, you have stood strong.
Through chaos, violence, and war.
Believing in the power of right over wrong.
When challenged, you always give more.

We live free,...

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Time has passed by so quickly
You’ve been gone 2 yrs today
I never knew something could hurt so much
The wound from losing you hasn’t even begun to heal
It’s still fresh and split wide open 
Daddy, how do we do this?

I still buy your candy
Candy I’ll never...

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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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A dry and barren moat
around historic tower, London’s pride
for many years in restful dormant mood
dreaming of days gone by
when swords clashed and armour creaked;
the yells and screams of battle filled the air.  
 
Testament of courage and pain;
did those who fought there die in...

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Famished and flagging footsoldiers;
formerly fitters and farmers.
Facing fatigue, fitful fever,
faeces and foul, foetid fungi.
Fostering feelings, frustrated,
for this faraway, foreign field.

Forsaking fissures and furrows,
forced forwards with fleetness of foot.
Firearms flash and fragments fly far,
feigning the firmament aflame.
Fighting so fierce and ferocious,
fratricide set free on this field.

Fuelled...

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Standing at The Mountain

There stood the great mountain—
A Sisyphean challenge;
A Job’s journey;
A deferred dream’s destiny;
Indeed, a Draconian feat.

But there also stood the dreaming King;
Tutored prodigy of the King of Kings;
With eyes stayed on the prize,
He smiled at death with God sent eyes.

Yes, the King is...

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Grey gravestones stand erect like soldiers.
Fallen heroes in nameless graves,
they fought for king and country
and paid a heavy price
with their precious lives.
We should give thanks
and pray for
those who
died.

*gravestones classed as 2 syllables NOT 3 as per how many syllables

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If Heaven had a Facebook, how happy I would be.
To find that they were up there, and that they could talk to me. 

I would tell them once again, how much I really care.
I could listen to the stories I know they love to share.

We...

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Rows of black with vivid splash of red,
heads bow down at the tolling of the bell
lined up like granite stones that mark the dead,
a silent testament to those who fell.
Thoughts and hearts together march in time,
back to those muddy trenches filled with rain,
one's soul lashed...

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