Best Tracer Poems
He's a cyclone chaser, cloaked in neon tracer
that mirrors stars dying, heartless witches flying
Categories:
tracer, dark, myth,
Form:
Alexandrine
You were born on the eve
of the silent drone tracer lights
Three hours before the bombs first fell
This would be the only peace
your war baby eyes would ever see
Destruction was the sound of your tattered
and rattling nursery
You learned to walk among the rubble and debris
You learned to talk amid the klaxon alarms blaring incessantly
Fear soured your mother's milk daily,
as the bombs kept falling nonstop
Your war baby eyes
only saw heaven as fire in the sky
Death greeted you from the first moment you arrived,
it took your sister that day at night
Your war baby eyes,
and your numbed infant cries,
made loving you a luxury
Just surviving was a miracle indeed
Sad war baby eyes
can still be seen in the man you've become
Peace forever elusive, still you seek to see
where the unending pain came from
Categories:
tracer, baby, death, growing up,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
I never thought to see a man’s bones glistening white.
Nor see disembodied limbs flying left and right.
I never thought to see mud the colour of red
Nor see young men blown to bits or laid dead.
The rain isn’t water its blood mixed with tears
Trenches full of bloated corpses, lice, fleas and fears
No time to bury them all, but those that receive an earth overcoat
Are disturbed, exhumed by bombs, thrown in stagnant trenches to float.
Blown from their resting places scattered far and wide
Dodging, not only bombs and shells, but limbs landing by our side.
Men caught and ripped to shreds with razor wire and tracer shells.
Left to die hanging there, moaning, screaming, no funerals with church bells.
I never thought to see these things; I just thought victory, honour and glory
Not see death, destruction, waste and sights so disgusting and gory.
I only wanted to fight for my King, family and country
I never thought it would end, this massacre, mortal eyes should not see.
© 27/07/2012 ~GG~
It is the centenary year next year of the beginning of the Great War, I was inspired to write this after finding out I had a great Uncle that signed up for the Army, for King and Country .. he died at the end of September 1918 in France, never to return.
Categories:
tracer, war,
Form:
Verse
World War I gave us the fly-boys
Who flew by the seat of their pants.
Many would never return from war
While others survived by chance.
Their planes were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Every pilot carried his own pistol
Wearing leathers, scarf and goggles of glass.
Aviators had no Parachutes
To escape their burning plane.
Many were forced to jump to their death
Or self inflect a bullet to the brain.
Blimps where known as battleships of the sky
The roar of their engines gave reason for fear.
They flew so high they were hard to shoot down
Hiding above clouds till their targets drew near.
Tracer bullets for the first time were used
In the guns of airplanes to set blimps a fire.
The skies became man’s highway of death
With duty and honor their driving desire.
How many Fly-boys have we lost since then
Those days of the Great War and more?
Where do we get such brave souls of chance
Who rise from the rest in the battles of war?
By Tom Zart
Categories:
tracer, adventure, death, history, inspirational,
Form:
ABC
sucked out of denim and
cotton, half in running
flat over the bedroom floor
skinless like a cartoon cat
someone I knew the day before
an underarm stainer, a tracer
a schlepper of bad deeds,
hidden in layers, now magic and gone
as I sleep as a big filling
ready to meet myself
in the morning.
Categories:
tracer, clothes,
Form:
Free verse
here I go again
on a belt fed groove,
suck it up
ruck it up,
legion on the move,
all the things we used to have
all too soon are gone,
wave goodbye
eyes gone dry,
another trek through foreign dawn.....
see the henna hidden dirty faces
bodies broken poppy crowned,
empty futures, empty lives
only empty bargains found,
while broken daughters cast away
scream silent rage while bound...
(our hands help up, theirs slap 'em down)
and cast on through the compound
catching tracer lighted round,
jump into a compensator boogaloo
side slippin' all around,
as I slowly turn my eyes
body armor turned and wound,
hands up in greeting, STOP!
the brass like shining carpet
clinking sharply tragic sound,
falling slowly oh so slowly
like coffin nails drowned...
my soul spilling on the ground.
Categories:
tracer, grief, war,
Form:
Monorhyme
Friend of freedom is close at hand,
Roaming the battlefields across our land,
Engulfed by whisps of smoke that somehow pervade,
Entrenched by the enemies' live grenades,
Directing their tracer fire across the sector,
Over the bloody scene carnage is a spectre,
Many have perished because freedom is not free!
Categories:
tracer, loss, war, freedom,
Form:
Acrostic
Tu n'as pas toujours ce que tu veux
Tu dois apprendre a abandonner
Meme les choses les plus cheres a tes yeux
Tu ne peux pas tous les garder
Tu te demande si le probleme vient de toi
Es-tu un obstacle pour ton propre bonheur
Qu'as tu fais de faux dis moi
Seche tes larmes et tes pleurs
Certaines choses nous sont innacessibles
Nous devons les oublier
Parce que battre l'impossible
Ca n'est jamais arrivé
Tu me dis que tu peux le faire
Et que tu es different
Es-tu vraiment sincere
Es-tu vraiment conscient
Tu es plonge dans une periode de desarroi
Tu sais qu tu n'arriveras a rien
Dans ce monde tu ne peux pas etre le roi
Tu dois tracer ton propre chemin
Crois tu vraiment a la joie?
Crois tu vraiment au destin?
Personne ne sait ce que te cache ton futur
Seras-tu plonge dans l'euphorie ou dans le dur?
Ne gache pas ta vie a cause d'un evenement
Profite de chaque moment tant qu il est encore temps
C'est vrai que je te dis ca
Mais moi meme je ne l'applique pas
Non je ne me moque ps de toi
C'est la verite crois moi
L'humain est le meilleur
Pour donner une opinion
Quand il faut passer a lacte
Il oublie meme sa propre solution
C'est le probleme entre le coeur et la raison
Je ne sens pas quoi te dire
Je suis la si tu veux parler
Fais moi entrer dans ton coeur
Je ne te dirai que la vérité
Categories:
tracer, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Felling like I'm trapped in the corner
Always looking over my shoulder
There had to be an informer
There was no icebreaker
Thanks to that skip tracer
The shadows are getting darker
And the nights are getting longer
A gorgeous reporter and her damn recorder
Now I'm racing for the border in this horror
I have to sleep just pray I'm not a snorer
Or I might not wake to see the undertaker
Either way I will end up with my maker
A risk taker in GODS acre
Staying clear of Hells half acre
All this cause they thought I was the money taker
Now I'm the Quaker trapped in the corner
3/20/2017
Categories:
tracer, anxiety, business, conflict, imagination,
Form:
Monorhyme
War, I Never Thought It Would Be Like This !!!
I never thought to see man’s bones glistening white.
Nor see disembodied limbs flying left and right.
I never thought to see mud the colour of red
Nor see young men blown to bits or lain dead.
The rain isn't water it's blood mixed with tears
Trenches full of bloated corpses, lice, fleas and fears
No time to bury all, but those that receive an earth overcoat
Are disturbed, exhumed by bombs, blown in stagnant trenches to float.
Blasted from their resting places, scattered far and wide
Dodging not only bombs and shells, but limbs landing by our sides.
Men caught and ripped to shreds with razor wire and tracer shells.
Left to die hanging there, moaning, screaming, no funerals no church bells.
I never thought to see these things, just victory, honour and glory
Not see death destruction waste and sites disgusting and gory.
I only wanted to fight for my King, family and country
I never thought it would be a massacre that mortal eyes should not see.
© 27/07/2012 Lids aka ~GG~
They signed up so young and full of their patriotic duty, yet this is how is ended for most of them.
Categories:
tracer, war,
Form:
Quatrain
Mirror Wars
Mirror wars across the years, see my fighter plane cut
through the sky, deadly eggs under the wings for the enemy.
No mercy at my hands for today I’m in a nebulous mood.
What would Custer do if he had my plane in the sky?
Stop the Indians and be victorious, not slaughtered to a man?
Call him a hero today but what was he then?
Target coming into view, see flashes of bomb bursts
and glow of tracer fire. I laugh at you, you can’t touch
me but I can you. Press the nob and feel my plane buck
like my mistress as my bombs head down.
Soon you’ll be dead like Custer,
mirror wars reflecting images of death.
Categories:
tracer, conflict, death, fun, history,
Form:
Free verse
We're getting married and you say you wanna wear white
I tell you, your chance of doing so ended last night
I punch you in the arm and say now you can wear black and blue
You kick me between the legs and say now you're hurting too
I laugh and stand back up in a fighter's stance
You say in a sexy voice, ain't nothin' like trailer romance
Three hours before the ceremony, we each pop open a 24 oz Bull
Then we puke in stereo as our ceremony comes to a close
With beer cans clanging behind our Pacer
I tell you I am with the FBI and they have attached a tracer
People laugh as we request a spotlight square dance
She says it will be alright, our honeymoon will have a lot of trailer romance
One of wedding gifts is a gift card from Big Lots
Now we can by a dish set, flatware and a couple of pots
Kissin' cousins, now we are two
My wife just had our first son, we named him Big Blue
Next one she bears, girl or boy will be called Bubba, what a great name
Marrying your kin folk should hold no shame
Find out how good life can be
When your cousin is your wife to be
Go ahead, roll the dice, take a chance
Now I am a firm supporter of trailer romance
Categories:
tracer, funny, romance, wife, blue,
Form:
ABC
I am what I want to be. But really I just am.
I write.
-
Crescendo of pleasure will hit your ears as you hear what it is I wish you to hear
I am
I simply want this to never end
I am enjoying the moment you are and the chosen are free
the moment you are and the masters are near me
I am concerned with nothing
because nothing concerns me
I am adapt at the process of learning
I am talented
I deserve everything and just a smidgen more
You are conservative but open minded.
Question me and I will not hide it
Truer words were never spoken when they said you were a fighter
You will now be always chosen
by the truest of the lighters
Candle holding I am soft spoken
But I know you will fight for what is right ...you were chosen
I am condensed in a verse
I am cursed
Perhaps I am everything they say
Perhaps I am not
Perhaps it is always a small price to pay for the things we wish to have simply forgot
To build life anew
To realize that you are you
and I am
To just be glad that you're alive and not stand two feet away from your goal
To just be soul
How can you question what we are doing here
When you are the reason
You alone hear it in your heart
Too much time is left before the season
It will soon be over
the match has been struck
Lit and plucked
The fire has been laid with tinder
Sparks fly
Unique words are chosen
Feelings are not so much as spoken as received
The truth is left
but you do leave
Quench your thirst for knowledge
Thirst no more for truth
Become one with your heart
This you must first choose and use
Stand on your own
or stand with a partner
in crime I shall solve you
A riddle in time
I am involved in the world
the world is mine
Desperate chaser
I start to erase her
I can't understand why we left each other
Tracer
The way of the future is grand
I just wish I could stand it
I don't understand
why my heart has ended
It is what it is
Simply the choice
and one I make boldly
to cruise onward more
Once again I depart
oceans open up arms
I am starting to set aside my charms
Put them in a suitcase
pack them for the trip
I will need every bit
I will need every bit
I see your heart
I see your soul
I will find you
I will find you whole.
Categories:
tracer, love, riddle,
Form:
Free verse
The people seem calm, yet tension is everywhere.
We know it is the intention
Of the Americans to attack today.
War has been declared, it is coming our way.
The night has just started when the sirens wail.
Baghdad is assailed
With missiles setting the city on fire.
A show of might. A show of American ire.
Missiles coming wave after wave.
The tracer bullets cannot save
The city from destruction.
Buildings centuries in construction
Are engulfed in flames, soon to be a tangled mess
Of rubble, and smoldering nothingness.
The missiles make the city glow
With the flashes and bangs of a fireworks show.
A show, of a magnitude never seen before
Not in any country, or far distant shore.
Flames of orange, yellow, and red
Light buildings, kindling dread.
Explosions of fire and light
Bright as the Sun, make daylight out of night.
Smoke, rising high in the sky
Black, grey and white, so pleasing to the eye.
Oh! What a spectacular night in Baghdad.
Except, it is so bad.
There is no dawn
The fires of the night mingle with the morn.
Night and day is a smoke filled zone
Hovering over the city’s destruction
.
The light of fires had turned night into day,
Now the blackness of the smoke chases the sun away.
Slowly Baghdad stirs, for we work by the clock.
Our eyes fill with sorrow, as we see our city in shock.
Our tears have anger too,
But what can we do?
Our only hope is that this war should end quickly
With little bloodshed or brutality
So we can live in peace
When the fighting has ceased.
Categories:
tracer, war, night, city, night,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Once I was a preserver
a wayfarer
a maker
but later
you turned me into a useless stargazer
by losing the will of being your tracer
I ceded my kismet on becoming an engraver
I grew to be nothing but a moveless eraser
Categories:
tracer, fate, lost love, love,
Form:
Free verse