Best Trenches Poems
Now this is my definition of love
It's much like wrestling in the mud
You get down and dirty
And say things quite flirty
Then it all comes together with a thud
You scream out bloody murder together
Promise your undying love forever
Roll over and whisper
The name of her sister
Then you realize that wasn't too clever
She pummels your head without any mercy
You attempt to defend 'gainst her fury
You start to see rainbows
And a bunch of pretty halos
A ferocious little dynamo this girlie
Well eventually you recover your senses
And are able to put up some defences
You plant a big smacker
On this sweet li'l attacker
Then it's back to love in the trenches
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
trenches, hilarious,
Form:
Narrative
Now this is my definition of love
It's much like wrestling in the mud
You get down and dirty
And say things quite flirty
Then it all comes together with a thud
You scream bloody murder together
Promise your undying love forever
Roll over and whisper
The name of her sister
Then you realize that wasn't too clever
She pummels your head without mercy
You attempt to defend against her fury
You start to see rainbows
And a bunch of pretty halos
A ferocious little dynamo this girlie
Well eventually you recover your senses
And are able to put up some defences
You plant a big smacker
On this sweet li'l attacker
Then it's back to love in the trenches
Categories:
trenches, love,
Form:
Limerick
Within The Trenches
911 Dispatcher Tribute
Nine one one, What's your emergency? Keeps replaying in her head.
When she lays down at night and she can't sleep instead.
Her mind keeps going backwards to when her heart began it's fall.
Memories of the other end the night she got the call.
She could hear a woman screaming, was it a husband and a wife?.
Then she heard the gunshot the night a woman lost her life.
There were many times before when on a call she'd wait.
But she prayed she'd never see the call that came too late.
Nine one one, What's your emergency? He said into the phone.
“I can't find my mommy and I think I'm here alone”.
He tried to reassure her and to keep her on the line.
One more family murdered there wasn't enough time.
So he lives his life these days beneath a blanket of the shame.
As he now bears the burden of his own misplaced blame.
The rise and fall of all mankind right from the very start.
Buried deep within the trenches inside a dispatchers heart.
Praying still with all their heart someday the world will see.
All that's taking place today is not how it has to be.
Like a ship safe in the harbor still subject to the fall.
Each day a brand new heartache as they're witness to it all.
Depravity in someones mind who's passions have run wild.
Buried in a shallow grave, now remnants of a child.
Haunted by what's taken place they never will be free.
As they wait for the answer to, what's your emergency?
Edwin C Hofert
Categories:
trenches, appreciation, conflict, courage, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
If there was hell to pay,
I'm sure I would of payed the cost.
But it seems like some days
no matter how much I try,
I'm still lost.
Fighting in circles,
staring at the same obscenities.
Fierce, grueling tags pinch
me with their eccentricities.
Dark shadows trying to sneak their way in.
I run away and focus away from this sin.
Corse tear drops fall as I feel like I lost it all.
Whose to beg if there is nothing to differ?
I must not give up hope and let this siffer.
Between the lines,
between the blades,
between the worlds,
I will search.
Fleeing from the darkness,
leaving my perch.
Longing for a place I can call home.
I will whisper to God
along these lonley streets I roam.
Through tunnels and pathways,
all winding and dark.
I will burn through these times,
that encase my heart.
Blanketed with refreshing water,
I make myself whole again.
From the bottom of the tireless depths,
to every moment I take breaths,
I will fight.
Caught in the fierce wind beyond delight.
Vision focused,
intentions on sight.
Things are going to start to change.
I had to encorporate the knowledge
to rearrange.
Things may seem broken,
but along the silent streams they flow.
It is all in what you give,
how you live.
I'm going to ignite my soul,
pay the toll.
Bring myself home.
Categories:
trenches, deep, depression, desire, devotion,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Out of Trenches (WW1)
Out of trenches, we met face to face,
A young Soldier, probably about my age.
With rifle in hand we quavered,
My head, urging me to engage.
Our tunics were muddied and damp,
The ground soft and uneasy underfoot.
Gun fire and screams in the distance,
Torn faces, pitted and blackened like soot.
Staring deeply, feeling pain for each other,
Crying inwardly but shedding no tear.
Silent, frozen, entranced and lost in time,
Dear God, please take me away from here.
I recall my Mother’s words, stay safe Son,
Has his Mother would have said to him.
Motionless and numb we stand,
The situation is hopeless and grim.
We stood there about sixty seconds,
Though honestly it felt so much longer.
Do I shoot first, or surrender and die,
Am I the weaker, or am I the stronger?
Rapid fire thoughts, pass through me,
This battle is futile, no one can win.
The Warlords sit safely in command,
Gorging victory with bottles of Gin.
Are you alright Smiffy, a voice shouts?
A shot; the young soldier lies dead.
With intense pain, I fall to my knees,
It’s over now, a bullet hits my forehead.
Standing by the gates as they open,
The Young Soldier and I wait in line.
Neither of us, could have shot the other,
I was killed by his brother, and he by mine.
Categories:
trenches, conflict, courage, death, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Now this is my definition of love
It's much like wrestling in the mud
You get down and dirty
And say things quite flirty
Then it all comes together with a thud
You scream out bloody murder together
Promise your undying love forever
Roll over and whisper
The name of her sister
Then you realize that wasn't too clever
She pummels your head without any mercy
You attempt to defend against her fury
You start to see rainbows
And a bunch of pretty halos
A ferocious little dynamo this girlie
Well eventually you recover your senses
And are able to put up some defences
You plant a big smacker
On this sweet li'l attacker
Then it's back to love in the trenches
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
trenches, fun, passion,
Form:
Limerick
There she lays in the 'trenches of shame'
She's covered from head to toe as it flows
from her every pore.
The stag net muddy green puss filled river
runs beside her the constant smell of 'flith'
decaying flesh rotting inside her body.
All is 'dead' with in her already scared broken
body any 'hope' now lost.
Her surroundings have become polluted decaying
masses of rot where she is buried in the
'trenches of shame.'
Categories:
trenches, loss
Form:
Free verse
I awake but was truly dazed.
I'm fumbling now through debris.
As they land now with gentle thuds.
Be it I might have gone deaf I was still unfazed.
This fight might be my last fight I will not flee.
I run through these mazes, I see men die, another rose, buds.
To me the world all but seemed quite solemn.
The men under me don't understand my plea.
My gun seems to have no effect am I shooting duds?
But as my men died I did my best to slalom.
But this story isn't nice I still ended up with the spuds.
Categories:
trenches, courage, dark, death, war,
Form:
Curtal Sonnet
Men and boys answered the call
Some returned home, others did fall
Young volunteers' thought an adventure it would be
Older ones joined up to defend their country.
Constant bombardments' all night and all day
No place to hide, they just had to stay
Stuck in the trenches with mud knee deep
Explosion's and gunfire, no chance could they sleep.
Some were injured and they sent them away
Others not so lucky and they died that day
Conditions were atrocious, with fire and rain
With disease and vermin adding to their pain.
Freedom they bought us but paid a heavy price
And they'd do it again, they wouldn't think twice
But we live in a land now that's happy and free
And we remember the sacrifice they gave for their country.
Categories:
trenches, war,
Form:
Rhyme
In the Trenches, In Love
Digging deep, entrenched,
barricaded against love's bayonet,
securing the heart,
impregnable, shielded,
but,
love breaches the lines.
The defences crumble,
walls of steel melt away,
shields are lowered,
minefields disappear,
as,
love overwhelms the night.
Alone now, desolate, exposed,
my embattled heart lies injured,
the fatal blow being dealt by you,
in the trenches, in love.
Categories:
trenches, hope, imagination, journey, life,
Form:
Heavy, soaked.
Stifled gasping, climbing.
Wounded and broken,
Clung to the thorn vines.
Arms cannot grip, stringy gelatinous pus
Oozing from where dust and tears meet.
Crimson films dull vision, scraps of metal
Embedded in skin, breath drowned in blood.
Trenches hold no warmth nor light of the sun.
Though stinging, crawl upon to see one last time
The sunset upon angelic, pink clouds.
Falling and cracking ribs each time,
Life no longer whole, drained like a cracked chalice.
Heartbeat echoes the battles of batteries in distance
Writhing, floating, dragged out of consciousness,
Until dreams of amber clouds and ethereal song
Cause burning longing. Cursing the chorus,
Scraping the walls of unfulfilled good without fingertip,
Meeting the end, there is nothing of choking dust
Or the biting envy for the moth floating freely above.
Categories:
trenches, death, sad, war
Form:
Free verse
Twenty and eight days in the dungeons
Munched in the guts of darkness
Nearly forgot what I was
Paralyzed by fear
Burning in fever
I longed for love
Buried deep
Inside
Me
Categories:
trenches, longing, love, pain, peace,
Form:
Nonet
37 this Saturday
My expectations come into play
Thinking I'd be in another place
By this time
I've had great Love and great Loss
Been broken down at a heavy cost
No one to pull me back to shore
Drowned the sorrows I couldn't ignore
Worked in the trenches, rescued friends
Still feeling lonely in the end
No little Ones to call my own
A beautiful queen on an empty throne
Pink roses on a table bright
Remind me of a passion slowly dying
Please can't I have just one more try
To have a happy life
Categories:
trenches, age, birthday, deep, depression,
Form:
Bio
Out of the mud,
springs of solid souls come forth
smeared by the dirt,
but not stained with the stigma
in the vile sparks of inhumanity,
a wellspring of humanity is birthed
putting smiles on furrowed souls,
fiercely putting out the darkness
I am unabashed about the trenches,
from there staggering ingenuity sprouts!
Categories:
trenches, africa, allegory, appreciation, art,
Form:
Free verse
Trenches
By Nathan Hannen
I look at the moon, Unaffected by superiority of height
With another bang a mortar explodes nearby, Loss of sight
Now the rain begins drenching our fragile souls, Never right
The silence only separated by human cries and terrific pain
The machine guns volley their assaults, Again more slain
On this pointless stage of war enemies hit hard and we are insane
As this terrible era of death continues, Our souls flood
The soldiers faces look blank and scared, Covered in mud
The scars of war cut deep inside me, Another dud
The attacks continue in their unrelentlessness, Our bodies are scattered
With downward spiraling thoughts and morale, The collective heart is shattered
Rain and mud combine to seep our energy, Blown apart, Sinews splattered
I pray this oblivion will cease, My hand touches my heart
This single thought racing in my mind, Of green silent fields and a fresh start
Bodies flung to the side with nowhere to hide, I have played my part
Amid confusion and chaos the noise stops, An all too familiar sign
Onward the enemy thrusts, Forcing us, Cries of pain, Resign
Many thoughts extinguished and expired, Except mine
Bayonets of unsparing mercy pierce us, The men I knew, Cut in half
The mind witnessing the the body laying still, An escape path
Then up with true strength we rise, With built up anger and wrath
Soldiers forgotten like the falling rain, Their souls, A battle long gone
I march forward, One track mind, It won't be long
The End.
Categories:
trenches, warwar, war,
Form: