Best Warbody Poems


A Soldier- I Was

Lonely I was when I stood staring at the sky
Had a gun in my hand, was too afraid to cry
Fought bitter battles and never lived to tell
How at the altar of freedom, my body fell

My soul searches for reasons as to why I died
Did I save my people, had I tried?
Do they remember me, my deeds, my name
Are they proud of me or did I bring them shame

My battered body stood testimony to my fate
My heart had stopped in a battle brought about by hate
I had screamed in pain, and shivered with fright
But before I died, I did put up a fight

Remember me, my beloved country
It was I, my men, who brought you victory
I fought to the last bullet in my gun
I was a soldier, I was your son

The Red Eye To the Soul

Here I stand
sweat dripping off my nose
as I bounce my axe 
   in my left hand,
blood slides off the blade.

They tell me
   my eye turn crimson
when I’m like this,
   another stain in the snow.

A flash to the left,
     shift to the right
as I concave their chest,
   blood splashing upon my lips.
Tearing
my weapon out of 
    the cavity I created
I rip the jaw
      from the next unfortunate.

They tell me
   my eyes turn red
when I’m like this,
   another stain in the snow.

I lick the back of my hand
   after I remove
       a part of this skull
and bury the spike on my elbow
   just under the ribs
      of the one behind me,
more blood splatters my chest.

They tell me
   my eyes tinge with blood
when I’m like this,
   another stain in the snow.

I deflect the weapon
   of someone
      I let in to close
and snap into his throat
      with my teeth,
blood spraying my face,
   and as I lick my lips
my axe severs a head,
        body toppling to the ground.

They tell me
   my eyes scream blood
when I’m like this,
   another stain in the snow.

My chest heaves
  as I shoulder through
the front line,
  grabbing the neck 
of some malcontent.
Using his body as a projectile
    I pin his companions beneath it.
Tossing my axe
     into the back of one fleeing
I draw daggers
   and hunker down
to clear a path
      for my brethren
shredding flesh,
   creating a crimson mist 
upon the battlefield.

They tell me
   my eyes bite into the soul
when I’m like this,
   another stain in the snow.

And as I rise,
    blood dripping
from every angle upon my body
I feel the calmest I’ve ever been.
Bathed in blood
I’ve found solitude.

They tell me
   my eyes burn with savagery
when I’m like this
    but I’m just another
          stain in the snow.

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