Best Solider Poems
together with our broken hearts
a little life within our hands
and heavy burdens on our backs
you and i, we used to laugh
together, when the rain would fall
and when it seemed and felt like all
and everything was going wrong
you and i, we used to cry
together, we used to play
and pull the strings of life away
and then back to us again
you and i, we were one
little soldier on the guard
let me stand by you
hold on tightly to my hand
you know my love is true
i will walk you home tonight
dont cry, everything's alright
but life's a cruel and painful game
and things are so quick to change
and it feels so hard and strange
to go on without you
i feel so lone and lost inside
long nights i have cried and cried
please tell me how can i
go on without you
its so hard to believe
you're no longer here by me
and i have tried everything
but i cant go on without you
and yet these days carry on
and before long a year has gone
ill wake up to another dawn
my friend, without you
little soldier on the guard
let me stand by you
hold on tightly to my hand
you know my love is true
and if somehow we come to part
you'll always be within my heart
little soldier, my dear friend
11 years since you've been dead
i watch these seasons come and go
in my memories you live on
Fallen solider
My,
how you fought,
All or nothing
Nothing
at all.
Now you stand
at heavens
door.
By: Sabina Nicole
Thinking of You
Dedicated to a dear friend, who felt let down by a nation he helped to protect, and was honoured to serve.
An innocent mind — ripped apart,
Like a Ripper’s victim,
Bleeding in the dark.
The light drains from his eyes;
He’s losing his spark.
This is the mindset
Of a tortured soldier —
The war is over,
But the battle smolders.
His spirit is lost,
Fear still clings,
Every day haunted
By death’s cold wings.
He’s tired of wrestling his inner beast.
Dark thoughts pierce him —
Judas at the final feast.
The beast impales him;
No hope, no release.
Inside he’s shattered,
His soul — deceased.
His emotions rot beneath his skin.
Familiar pieces leaking out within.
A face with no joy,
A heart drowned in sin —
Only twenty years old,
And missing a limb.
A boy who once bloomed,
Petals soft as a rose —
Now bleeds hate and despair
Through every vein he knows.
Outside he’s harmless,
Inside he’s cold —
A condemned man
Whose heart won’t grow old.
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Listen up precious diamonds
Oh beautiful women of God
Like it or not we are in
God’s military force.
Things we fight for include righteousness, love,
Joy, peace, and true godly justice which includes mercy.
Things we fight against include deception, greed, sin, hurt, depression
And yes one of our orders are to help those who want to die feel different
Let them know that Jesus already paid the cost so they don’t have to and that they are loved.
Jesus is our Commander in Chief, The Holy Ghost is our internal guide, The Bible is our manual our basic instructions before leaving earth, and the good men and women ministers of God are our high rank officers.
We are loved, we are worth fighting for, we are worthy of fighting with which is why Satan fights us tooth and nail with failing attempts to destroy the women of God. So let’s put on our battle gear and keep him in his place.
Time to rise up women in the army, navy, air force, marines, and all other military forces of the Lord because Satan and his demons attacks from everywhere and we must be prepared and still be beautiful while fighting and living our lives.
As she stands there looking at you
she remembers when your eyes
Were bright and filled with life
Filled with a qiuet strength
The heart of a warrior who yeilded to no man
She remembers a solider ready to brave the battle of life
A solider who stood above all adversaries
A knight who defened his love to the death
she remebers you charging in to the battle of Judgement Day
Fighting through enemies and friends alike
Everytime you fell she caught you and beg for you to stay
To end it but her solider continued to fight
Through fire blizzards and storms mortally wounded with each blow
Yet her solider fights on
The battle intensifies the sky turned black
The clouds shed tears of blood on the warriors below
Nature itself contorts into a mass of twisted dejected souls
As hell rained down all around you engulfing you in its dark twisted mist
Filled with howls of the damned
As the fire dies and black mist recedes
She see's you now kneeling alone a battered defeated solider
Back stiffened by harsh realites
Your shoulders sagging but rigid under the crushing burden you carry
Torn an stained hands your soul broken
Her solider who endured all till you can't anymore
The hounds of hell rise again screaming and twisting
Ready to devour your very exsistance
She runs to you unafraid across oceans valleys and mountains
Crosses through heaven straight into hell
To catch you in her arms in a way to sheild you from the demons and hurt you face
Your princess from above willing to die with her
Defeated solider in the bowels of hell
Ready to sacrifice her life to hold you through the end of yours
Her Defeated solider who won her heart
I’m writing a letter today to a solider that I know
To let him know how I miss and love him so
And when he returns to Colorado springs
He will see that he is my everything
And with him I have all I need, yes indeed So
Tommarow morning I will mail this letter that will read something like this
Dear David, I cant wait untill you come home,
Because I miss you so much and sometimes when I am afraid I pretend you’re here with me
Like when I feel alone and I hear the phone ring my heart sings hoping it is you
Calling to say Jane I love you and miss you too,
Yes I do , Just know I will be coming home sometime soon,
So tommarow night I will be alright I will just stay home and sit by the fireplace
Daydreaming of you imaging I see your face while I think of what it will be like
When you finaly call to say, Jane I’m on my way home, and I have miss you so ,
And yes I know you have too ,
Because you love me and I love you,
Yes I love you, I love you , I love you so
Oh I’m just siting here writing a lettter to a solider that I know
To let him know I miss and love him so.
Dear love,
There are no words that could tell you how my soul feels about you
No sentence that could capture my love for you
No paragraph that could make you understand what my spirit feels when I am with you
You are life itself, you are love and the reason I am here
To protect you, to keep you safe so you never have to cry again
I long for your sweet embrace
Your warmth, your smell the glow of your face
The sweetness of your voice haunts my dreams
I want you, I need you, you are me and I am you
And with that hope we are never apart
I am sending you this letter so that you will always know how I feel for you
To give you some comfort that you are my life
Whether or not this is my last letter is up to you
Love always Your HeartBeat
Solider of fortune are responsible to provide the real stability to pakistan among all nations of the world.
your unity,faith and discipline are real means of your glory in war.
your Prostration to Allah AlMighty five times in a day gives you strong powers to win wars.
Solider of fortune is a man of patriotism,a man of dignity,a man of diplomacy,a man of disciplined, a man of dedication,a man of devotion,in total he is a man of distinction.
The death of Martyr is the real life of nation.And the blood of Martyr is the real charity of alive nations.
you are such a fast Cavalier who is loyal to his own Pakistani nation & loved by his own beloved country people.
you are light of vision to each & every eye and you hold the spirit of every pious person.
You give real survival and respect to our religion islam.
You give safe,secure and stable environment to the whole world by your own well cultured devoted down to earth personality.
Charity received through super power countries increase our affluence level only.
But if we grow our own country crops of cereals.so it will verdant and beautify our environment.
Means if we belief on our own resources,or our own young future generation,they themselves work hard with full confidence then we easily achieve our future goals.
So we donot need of charity from outside.we will able to achieve our required future targets by working with our own limited resources.
If we donot do Bargaining of our self respect & Venality at any case even infront of our real enemies.
Then the barren land of our own beloved country pakistan turn to become Oasis & overseas.
It means We will enjoy the benefit of each & every facility with in our own pakistan.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
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The broken solider coming home
From the war
With a parade just for him
You see him shed a tear
Thinking they tears of joy
But his
Crying for those unsung heroes who fought
And lost they lives
To save there country’s
They where his friends
They where his brothers
but know there gone
taken away from him
From hot lead shot by his enemy
But all he can do is just shed a tear and march on .
She sits on her porch
While the wind blows through her hair
Waiting for her love to come back
Just sits and stares
Weeks go by
Nothing but strangers walk by
She just sits and thinks to herself
What if he doesn't come back, what if he dies
What if he is lying somewhere hurt
Noone there to help him out
She finally walks in her house
Lies on her bed and pouts
A month goes by
Still no sign
There's a knock on the door, she opens it
There's someone in the shadows who look so kind
He walks in the light
A man in a military uniform, it's him
Her love has returned from the war
She runs up, hugging him
Never letting go, for they have reunited
I’m sure no army prays for it:
It’s a soldier’s safe throat slit!
From behind a troop Rat-Tat-Tat,
A soldier would slump plus his hat…
Popularly, a batch’s ambush
Against them laid in a bush:
Something for which one makes retreats;
To withstand one a thousand feats!
But staccato shots won’t let you:
Fusillades of gun-fire that chew.
If one survived it Hero
But the chances often zero;
Israel had braved Black September’s
Till date a stunt Dad remembers…
Jacob’s sons swooping on Hamor:
The Rapist who’d whopped their sister,
The act to them saddest humor:
They’d chosen, first, blister!
If you had a surprise attack,
Some eyes had been watching your track,
Then tried to commonsense rack:
For the weight lift of clean and Jerk!
They said the war was over, but I feel as if it has just begun. The heart is not meant to be broken, as it was all those years, through the war and the tragic storms, yet she confided in nothing but true love, the darkness, and demons appeared to take that away.
Time after time, it has become an endless battle. Her heart, her faith, and the pain had slipped away. She no longer sheds tears because those tears have turned into anger. Made to feel like a liar, this endless battle never ends, the cold colorful life that sits dreamt within her heart has now become a vivid dream and her heart is cold as a rock of emptiness and betrayal.
Just forgotten like the rest, now this time, she is just so used to feeling alone. She turns her head for she was tormented and tattered, abused and forgotten by most. She said, the hearts been broken by absurd language, and stories that could make you fall weak. That love she had, has turned to ice, cold, bare, and bitter, on this seemingly endless cold summer night!
All that has been lost, can never be repaired, the past is her past, to her the future is what is real. Sitting here dreaming of a world of marrying her biggest dreamt soldier, if given a moment to try and understand, she will give you a chance, been known for even a second at that. She asks Just to remember her heart was once solid and is now soft and broken too.
She made a promise to herself to let all that hurts her heart, go away with the wind, and the moon to the morning dew, and the first peak of the morning sunlight. To move on and have a future, that nobody else may ever justify or think about trying to determine! Like a soldier on the front lines, standing tall and straight, she will give you her promising word, until your actions have made her soon realize that it was all a mistake.
Perhaps, she found her soldier, on a little boat on the ocean, for thus was the day her failures and the war became a dream, and all her worst nightmares were now over, maybe her dreams were becoming of a reality, and the war of what love feels like has mended her heart to know, she’d finally found her truest lover.
This poem is inspired by the arts of Jim Warren, one of Disney's famous artist, and his famous piece titled A day for a Daydream, this poem has been approved by the artist himself.
Written by: Jessica Wiederhold
Today we remember all the
brave men and women who
have died in wars.
What is so sad is
some one has to
become the last
solider to die.
In every war just
before they sign
the treaty to end
the war,
some poor solider
will be killed,
those people
we should also,
think about on
this special day,
which was started
on November 11, 1918,
the day they signed the
treaty to end the war
to end all wars,
but has since,
to honor all people
who have died in
all wars, lets
remember our,
brave soldiers who
have died, but also
the ones still serving
in the service now,
and to remember
all the soliders
who became the
last one to die.
wrote 11-11-08
A Christian and a solider, they both seem the same to me
Fighting for Jesus Christ, just trying to get others to see
A battle that we just can’t let the Devil win
We must stand on the front line and fight off all the sin
Just because an army of darkness is coming our way
We must hold up our shields of faith, plant our feet and stay
For the Lord is on our side, fighting with us too
And with His help, there is nothing in this world that we can’t do
But are you a solider out on that battlefield today
When you see a fellow Christian down, do you help him up or walk away
Are you fighting for everyone’s life; their salvation
We don’t have much time, it says so in Revelation
Is your armor nice and shiny, or is it tarnished and gray
Do you stand beside others no matter come what may
Do you flinch at gunpoint, or do you stay tall
Do you have a firm foundation, or do you fall
As Christians we have this privilege of going through this battle together
Drawing others to Him; getting to live forever
Just remember one day we’ll stand in front or our Master, our Lord
How many times did you draw YOUR sword