Best Wartime Poems

I was seven years old when began World War Two
And eleven became by the time it was through.
I have vague recollections of things when that small,
But events during wartime I clearly recall.

Since there was no TV, it was newsreels alone
Where real pictures of overseas combat...

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They fought with grit to save the nation, 
From poverty, squalor and infidelity, 
And when they marched it was the Nazi’s or them, 
Who would suffice to keep their dignity. 

The Second was really over the same as the First:  
The freedom and equality...

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I honour them like I honour freedom, liberations,
They were guests to this earth just like anyone, 
They had their own individual desires and ambitions, 
But gathered up determination and gathered their sum. 

They were guests to this earth just like anyone, 
No god, alien or...

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When I was a little girl
My grandfather had a tin
With a sailor smoking a cigarette on the lid
It was what he kept his medals in

He called them Pip, Squeak and Wilfred
And I asked him what they were
He said the nineteen fourteen star, the British war...

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You would've labeled it a shotgun wedding,
if you'd seen how we rushed it,
snagging the license on Friday morning
and exchanging vows that same evening.

No white dress, no people-packed pews,
simply a long drive in my brother's Chevy,
from St. Louis to Morse Mill, Missouri;
that July day burned into...

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Deep down in my heart,
I had seen from the start,
That you were bad for me but...
I could not resist your symphony.
Everything happend for a  reason.
But now it is time to start a new season.
From spring to summer to fall to winter.
i can not wait...

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Cast attention on the dreams we have caught
They’re nothing of our own
Filtering our hearts right through the dark
Until we give in to the unknown

Casting lights upon the pointless death
In the wars that we’ve become
It’s so sad to see what will really die
The part we kill...

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It wasn’t too long before the writing of "Yesterday" when I was out daydreaming beneath the 
weathered timbers of some squeaky ol’ windmill on our ranch in West Texas. Then fantasy 
and reality shifted. What once was real in my youth became the fantasy. It...

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A whisper of beauty sets to the night
In ancient time of Autumn breeze
A flightless feather to soar the sky
Records the silent echos of sorrow
Carries through on seasonal change
Keeping time with history's eye.
   A feather passes a tear filled eye
The sacrifice before the night
The...

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Inside her walls,
no one hears her cries,
another soldier,
makes time to write.

A decision she made,
while still in high school,
to do something worthy,
keeping her heart so true.

Now far away,
in a lonely place,
she sits,and writes,
to her family in the states.

Trained, and conditioned,
to withstand the worst,
sometimes very hard,
and her...

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Isn't it amazing when I have it all
I see the world's dark, it's pall
I have naught but light around
Yet focus on inequities that abound

With sustenance I am stocked
With security I am fenced 
Impecuniarily blocked
My ignorance washed, in enlightenment rinsed

The simple stirring of a tree in...

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I opened my hand to yours.
Greeted by knives.
The hidden agenda of a parasite
wanting to feast on the likes of me.
Infectious poison coming from your cold, blue lips. 
Lies masked by my attraction to your curvacious hips.
My mind taken in by trick after trick.
I pull you...

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Sitting outside in the cold wet mud,
Hearing footprints thud and thud,
Hearing the cry if men who die,
Watching the spider eat the fly,

Bang bang gotthe guns,
Listening to helpless men run,
Bullets of death fly in the air,
Killing them cold, leaving them bare,

Blaze of bullets,
Small rusted golden nuggets,
Coming...

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Moments to tell the truth
Moments to still tell lies
What do you prefer
The time god
Decides if you should live or die
The time when you kill
And not to feel the guilt
This is war
Some think its great
Others think its hell
People getting
Shot or stabbed
This is war
They march in the...

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ALL THE PLACES- ALL THE FACES
EACH ITS OWN UNIQUE BEAUTY
CREATED FROM ABOVE
DIFFERENCES UNABLE TO UNITE
WHY IS IT THAT ONLY NEGATIVITY HAS TAKEN FLIGHT?
 
ALL THE DIFFERENT PLACES
ALL THE DIFFERENT FACES
GAMES BEING PLAYED WITH HUMAN LIVES USED AS BARGAINING CHIPS 
 
THE OUTCOME DOESN’T REALLY MATTER
WITH...

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