Best Warlost Poems
Freedom, what a Glorious word,
In some countries a never experienced act, only something someone once heard.
It is not something that comes without cost,
It’s a daily struggle with millions of lives that are lost.
When we allow one freedom to be taken away,
It means lost lives were lost in vain and to me that’s not okay!
May God continue to bless our country, but we must not waiver or compromise,
Or listen to their gilded words as they fill us with lies.
How many young are buried on foreign shores, protecting our rights,
Giving their all, defending our freedom as they continue these fights.
Don’t disrespect them, don’t dishonor their deeds,
This was the cost of freedom they are the seeds.
Not all that have battled died, but they are heroes the same,
God knows their courage and remembers their names.
We need to be loyal to those troops in the field,
And never one freedom should we give or one bullet should we yield.
I’ll share what I have but you can’t take it away,
My freedom I enjoy, but who do I owe, who do I pay?
It’s already been bought, it was blood that was paid.
And it will never be sold, nor given in trade.
October was dying, down of All Saints' Day,
yet we abandoned our dead,
and moved forward into wet snow wilderness.
Fallen city, burning ruins were our only candle
for howling winds, bare branches, pale moon,
and freezing stars made early death visitors.
All of anguish still waited.
It was slowly dying of our being,
like haunting animals we became,
it was only once again history of lost souls,
it was hovering doubt in the sky,
and mightier than sells, inferno flakes,
silence that kills thereafter,
disguised Cain made us wonder.
It was lost and lonely, old women's able,
on crossing between abyss and mercy,
conceivably someone's grandmother,
or written off soul ready to die,
it was above all questioning heresy of trust,
when forgiveness was our only gain.
I fought the battle,
I lost the war;
I never saw the enemy
sitting open on the shore
I knew that it was over,
I saw the fight was done;
I was killed by a bullet
from another son's gun
I laid there bleeding,
I yelled a silent scream,
"Why was my life over,
is this real or just a dream?"
I never felt it coming,
my body - my buddies now claim;
my life has now been ended...
I lost - what a damn awful shame!
For "World Of War: Vietnam" contest sponsored by Miranda Lambert.
By: George Aul
She is a plain symphony of a sorrow song
She feels guilty although she does nothing wrong
At a town with faces she has never seen before
She’s a lost girl needs to find her way back home
She’s in a pale white dress and damp eyes
She looks so naive and so confused
Walking along the road with her empty mind
People look like angels people look like goblins
It feels like ages ago when the world seemed so warm
With the rainbow and the sun escorted her days
Currently she has no idea of where to go
She is a lost girl needs to find her way back home
She watches the snowfall from the gloomy sky
Still she feels so worthless and reckless
On the land she is standing she feels so lost
She wonders If only she had a pair of wings to fly
Wings that able to take her to her dreamland
A place where the grass is green and the sky is blue
Where the river is warm and the moon lights her night
Place where she calls home for her soul and her mind
In one piece hopes collecting tears
In lost of dreams as all face inner limits
All become a piece tides in nonsense war
As all in one piece gathered broken pieces
In tears lost of love our precious lives
Made us one piece against dungeon of darkness
Laying here in bed all alone,
I hear the ring of the telephone.
Do I answer it or is it better to ignore,
Great now, I hear a knock at the door.
Whoever it is hopefully will go away,
I am in no mood for them to stay.
What day is it, I don’t think I even know?
The bedside clock has somehow lost it’s glow.
My world came to an end last night,
When I received news my husband lost the fight.
He was an American Soldier fighting for our freedom,
I guess God had a much greater need for him.
It started with a field
Before the wars came
Now white marble stands at attention
This field would never be the same again
Rows of lost warriors
Soldiers of our modern day
Who bravely fought for our freedom
The ultimate they would pay
Below these white marble stones
Lie the kin of you and me
Who enlist to fight and serve
And die for their country
They fell in many conflicts
Scattered throughout our world
One day they laugh and cry
And tomorrow, they are never heard
We are never far away
To a lost one who has died
To fight our wars or others
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