Best Verdun Poems

Mark

The earth turns its face from you
as if ashamed. You
who tilled the soil, now marked
by what the soil received.
Your brother's blood—
how it murmurs, how it screams.
Deafness would be a mercy.

Wanderer

At Babel, you watch them build
their tongues a discordance of hope.
You know better.
The tower falls. Always,...

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Three cousins played a “game’ of war
A map of Europe spread across the floor
No adults there to keep the score
As each of them wanted more and more

Three of four empires lay upon that map
As they played and ‘warred’ and they did clap
For them it was...

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Man
makes this
reality
It's up to you
test

Clarity comes well born to dawn
With an undying, insatiable rage, 
Gone are the times when love was ours 
That permitted a wit to gauge
Free men once said that time based lies
Do marketh and strengthen our faults,
But now, we are, as ever...

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Clarity comes well born to dawn
With an undying, insatiable rage, 
Gone are the times when love was ours 
That permitted a wit to gauge
Free men once said that time based lies
Do marketh and strengthen our faults,
But now, we are, as ever before, the race that...

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Eleventh hour—
	young men perished,
	their hopes and dreams all lost:
	Ypres, The Marne, Verdun

of the
Eleventh day—
	silent, fell guns,
	and stillness took the front:
	Argonne, Belleau Wood, Amiens

of the
Eleventh month—
	the war men claimed
	would end all others:
	sadly, it did not...

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in a rut
no, a trench.
pulled under like Ypres or Verdun
walls held up by bodies of dearly departed.
we gather here today because we have to.
so chew the dirt from fingernails, 
swim this mud sea.
six feet.
draped flags,
bedsheets, tablecloth rags
set the places.
mines flower on this grave....

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While general’s drink their claret wine,
In taverns far behind the lines
The English tommy spills another wine

On Flanders table, made from mothers pride
In front of guns in faltered stride
The sweet wine of youth seeps away,
Dragging dreams of tomorrows men
Into broken hearts, to be remembered by she.
A...

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Your smile shines~
as the new morn breaks
upon wisteria water 
reflecting sunlight kisses 
on sleepy teal trees.

Your laughters echo~
upon the verdun leaves 
that radiate  a lilac shade 
as the sun goes up
like your eyes that sparkle in blue
transforming into Caribbean hue
on our first glance.

Your song...

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My mind wanders to the stillness of a field
 where wild asters used to stud the grass with blue
 I seem to hear the echo of a voice
 Lamenting over the vast stretches where my thoughts cling

 Here, children ran and played and called each...

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There’s a universe in my library
Where I often rest within,
Beginning with cosmology 
Where the mystery of life begins...

In space and time in books you’ll find  
On a shelf upon a wall,
Near biology and chemistry 
Where molecules reign supreme and small.

Compared to Homer, Sappho, Shakespear,...

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Moonscape
In the cemetery there are twelve thousand dead.
They fought and died for Paschendale.
Such slaughter took place.
One hundred and forty thousand Allies are missing.
Fighting and dying in a foreign land,
in a town that looks like a moonscape.
Obliterated. 
Nothing left.
Pieces of bodies being found today:
German, British and...

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orchidlike delicate petals ~
oozing in shades of  teal and admiral
are like dancing ballerinas
hailing for the first kiss of rain
whilst flaxen and golden grasses 
are softly cascading honey
flowing where your footsteps go.

ochre and mustard hues from afar
dance in unison with the luminous leaves
of verdun and...

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If the day dawns at last that your heart bows to service,
acknowledges, longs to ‘pay forward’ past debts, I’ll praise God.
If you live Life of Grace (shown to people around you),
to mentors, your lovers, to children, I’ll credit the Lord.
If you honor ALL gifts as...

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SUMMER IN THE SUN

There was a young man from Verdun
Who lazed in the hot summer sun.
He reclined, all revealing,
Till his skin started peeling,
Then he said, “I reckon I’m done”

11th June 2020
Summer Laziness Contest
Sponsor - Mohan Chutani...

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The Unknown Warrior Comes Home
by Robert J (Bob) Moore © Nov.2018

From the battlefields on the Western front
four warriors, are going home
plain coffins covered by the flag
these warriors were unknown

One would be chosen, on this day
to represent them all
as a memory to all soldiers
who had heard...

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