Fox Hole Poems - Poems about Fox Hole

...Mama fox mama fox what will you do your kits are hungry and its only you The farmer killed your man and you didn't even get the hen Mama fox mama fox its up to you A boy threw a rock and made ......Read the rest...

...In Silence The English ex SAS Special Forces member went to the Ukraine to fight. He travelled light and took just a small back pack and a head full of skills. A gun was a gun and a bayonet a bayone......Read the rest...

...War is Lovely It´s a hell of a war, soldiers running between burning buildings. It is a great war good for sex feel the strength running through veins blood oozing out of bullet holes and onto t......Read the rest...

...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 a noble death, one that's worth fighting for, not to avenge a nobleman......Read the rest...

...Should I, mere a rabbit of sand, shiny hair, sport a shock of fur mired in clay, they from gofer mounds, propped on to peer, would sound warning through the sun glades and sleep grotto shades. ......Read the rest...

...For the rain which have never been shy Its strange to be this stubborn , this dry Is it a defense mechanism? A lie ? Or is it just who I've become? or am i just high? Its not that I don't feel an......Read the rest...

...Kiss me. Kiss my lips on in the no man's land between warring trenches. Roll me in rhe barbed wire killing fields among the mud and the mines. Hold me until the smoke clears. Kiss my eyes whi......Read the rest...

...let me live don't burden me with more than I can bear don't coerce me into believing things from your reference point I'm tired let me live these decisions weigh me down the expenditure o......Read the rest...

...I feel my life , wasting away' Living in a strange place , day by day Who is to blame? I ask myself , If I get killed, or put on a shelf . Who will take care? of the ones I love , While I look ......Read the rest...

...A fallen soldier Once I've worked so hard I couldn’t feel my hands I did it man like putting up graffiti, planned. And Then drank till I couldn’t stand… I was a warrior on a land where If you......Read the rest...

...The story that I am writing, Could easily be true. It could have happened, To either me or to you; In a mail room somewhere, A letter lays unread. On the front of the envelope, This is what ......Read the rest...

...I'm in my fox hole cold and damp, I'm using my matches for a lamp, I'd give anything to be at home, instead of this ditch here all alone, oh the thoughts of mama going thru my mind, with her lov......Read the rest...

...The bravest soldier, But never did He, Wear camouflage, But bore a tree No metals of honor, Just a spear in His side, And nails in His hands, As on that cross He died. No fox hole to hid......Read the rest...