Best Wwi Poems

   heroes?

there are none here, now ... ever ...
      don’t feign to look, for your eyes will
         beg their smiles, true … these are my
   brothers, these weary...

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U-boats sinking ships
and Red Baron in the skies
welcome to the war...

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As dusk their line visibly bows
Cropped heads beneath mounds fold
Glum shadows through addle fields row

Listless turrets sprout o'er demarcated woe
Sallowed eyes in bleary sockets rolled
As dusk their line visibly bows

Shocked ears to concussive barrage close
As sighs from clogged lungs are paroled
Raspy shadows through addle fields...

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Treading lightly through snaking, 
muddy trench
Squeaking boots with slippery 
grooves synch
A mass of matted flesh bares its 
rotten stench
Thirsting maggots, doting flies 
cannot quench
No rustic accoutrements adorn, not 
even a bench
Deep longing for warm touches of 
caring mother, practiced wench
But only cold, rancid rain does...

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Famished and flagging footsoldiers;
formerly fitters and farmers.
Facing fatigue, fitful fever,
faeces and foul, foetid fungi.
Fostering feelings, frustrated,
for this faraway, foreign field.

Forsaking fissures and furrows,
forced forwards with fleetness of foot.
Firearms flash and fragments fly far,
feigning the firmament aflame.
Fighting so fierce and ferocious,
fratricide set free on this field.

Fuelled...

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Famished and flagging footsoldiers;
facing fatigue, fitful fever,
faeces and foul, foetid fungi.
Fostering feelings, frustrated,
for this faraway, foreign field.

Forays so fraught with fine failure;
forfeiting furtive and fiendish,
fatally fettered from the first.
Forged by such fatuous fawners,
for folly to feud for a field.

Forced forwards with fleetness of foot;
firearms flash...

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Easter Eggs and Tulips

Grandaddy was a quiet soul, born in 88 on a spring day.
He often stopped to graze his sheep, on the lush green grass shoots in May
found at my grandmother’s old house, where she played with dollys and jacks.
Knowledgable gardener by trade, he...

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After Their War
David J Walker

There was only desire and comfort/convenience 
Laced with certain frames of entertainment 
in between the crap games played with life

Everything OD green was repainted 
except the screen with the
Signal filled cable 

Nothing was on except a thousand reruns 
From the dawn...

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