Best Ypres Poems

Courage of Youth, Battle of Ypres, Flanders Field
(A Tribute)

Tough as nails young man with a red right hand
red-fire and whiskey ran in his blood.
Courageous seed...

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Even the dead reject this blasted earth.

The ground, such as it is,
Is freshly Antidiluvean,
And the corpses swim within its tumbled, heaving masses
Blood and mud the...

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My Father Took me to the Menin Gate
lest I should not know that lives were lost
to make me free.
Then at the cemetery I fell asleep
while...

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The air was brittle with the cold
mud made life so very hard to bare.
Came to mind that maybe xmas is soon
Remembers roaring fires and christmas...

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Color Coquelicot
 

Blazing Coquelicot
paints famed Flanders Field Poppies
on battle-scarred land.
Honored too on coat lapels...
war symbol of remembrance.


Sandra M. Haight


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REMEMBERANCE POEM
(penned by Gordon AKA Alex Alexander R Sigs 1987 –2013)

Alas it is that time of year
When we all shed a tear
For absent soldiers who...

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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...

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February came in keeping with its ancient character a month of coldness, wetness and of thawing,
With departing frost and melting snow, February could possibly be...

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Twitching limply atop an Ulster lamppost
Like a hung man, legs kicking in spasm at the last seconds of life
Its bigoted purpose now spent and now...

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Lay me to rest in marbled halls with angels at my head,
not lying here in the mud of Ypres with khaki turning red.
Let me die...

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AND THE MOTHERS WEEP
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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...

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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...

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Surrounded by the glitz and frippery
the ribbons, bells and stars all meant to warm you,
on the mantelpiece, parading with the cards
the one that silently '...

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The board- flat, immovable, sterile, arranged for a fun, friendly, relaxing battle till the ultimate death but a few aristocrats. The warzone landscape always unblemished,...

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