Long Solider Poems
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Lazy boy chair and an Old Man
Storytelling for sure
Not a fairytale, but wisdom from the shoulder through experience
As the old man started to narrate, it came to mine of his war years
Devastation and Destruction confronted faced the battles head on
World War 1 to be exact
I was drafted into war to do battle
Not a choose I wanted, but one I had to face
He was fighting on unforbidden soil
The enemy was carefully observing us
As they say, “War was Hell”
It was beyond measure with no pleasure
Soldiers were dropping like flies on both sides
I received one would in my arm, had to maneuver through the ordeal
Ammunition had to be ready to strike at any given moment
Bombs upon bombs were dripping
Ceasefire was no option
You had to be courageous throughout no matter what
I witnessed babies dying in Soldiers arms
It’s not a sight to see when you are a Soldier
I remember spoken words of command
Yet my thought of war back then in my Lazy Boy chair in my moment to reflect back to those days
Death could have been imminent for me
Now I see as a blessing and a lesson for survival
I am still here at 90 years old to share with young people in general, and my grands and greats
What a life back then
No one knew the pain and agony a Solider goes through for battling for freedom
One never knows unless one experiences of what could have been in finale of life
Sleep on my little one’s
Your life will be better as promised
Take it from an Old Man
Wisdom at large.
A Veteran’s story
Past life in the military
The Army
Dreams tormenting thinking at night of ammunition
Orders of precision
Standing at attention in position
Military duties straight on the battlefield
War is real
Cries of Soldiers that died in the frontline
All I saw was ashes of war
Devastation of destruction
Dreams turning into awakening nightmares
The thought being the Soldier made it through
It wasn’t an easy task
War was long and uncertain
Time became an overcast
Smoke from war like a darkness endless
Sleep was twist and turn
Out in the hot sun felt like a burning urn
Soldiers everywhere lived through that
Cries continue as if still on the battlefield
Order circumstance
One’s life given another chance
Remembrance of war
Wounds and scars will always carry
Awaken
Soldiers always remember
Even during slumber
Cries forever
The battlefield on my mind
Soldier salute out.
Letting go
Have you ever felt yourself holding back all those feelings? Where you just want to shout them from the roof tops.
Until everyone hears.
The pain, the agony the torture of letting someone who is worth more than money, worth more than treasure and worth so much more than gold go is the hardest thing in the world!
I remember when we first met. Your eyes stared perfectly into mine, it was a wish come true. I remember all the laughter all the fighting and each little bit of happiness your love and company made. I was the happiest, I felt loved and I felt honored.
The word war. Soon took over, the word war poisoned your precious brain, the word war captured you like a spider captures a fly on a web.
War arrived.
I spent the last day with you doing the same usual tucked up in our luxury soon to be changed for a filthy battlefield filled with other poisoned brains lying dead on the ground. I treasured each second I had with you. I hoped it wouldn't be our last.
Early morning I laid out your uniform. I felt guilty.
I could not stop you from endangering your life.
I wanted to run away with you. Anywhere without war. I would've happily escaped to save your freedom. You meant so much to me, you still do now . How I'd love to see your face.
Oh how I regret holding back those feelings, the pain the agony the torture still kills me a little more inside each time the sun will rise.
From the day you said goodbye.
I could do nothing but cry.
Each day I would prey.
When you are back I want you to stay.
Goodnight my solider,
I love you more and more each day.
Form:
Let me tell yall a little sumthin bout me
I left my church to pursue my callin
forget soul searching God got me on the throne
so I'm spiritually ballin
Now I then seen the political numbers
so people doubted I can do it like Stephanie Rawlings
but check it I take orders from the 5 Star General
and I'm just a crucifixion away from meeting the servant
Now look, I been fallin out of his good graces
like Alicia Keys, praying for wisdom, knowledge,
and understanding so I stay on bended knees
and I'm just me no better than the next man
just lyrically gifted, Paul said we we're more
than conquerors so thats why I'm trying to get lifted.
I represent the 12 tribes of Isreal so I'm one of the
chosen few, but like you I'm still on the front line making solider moves
this here is the testimony and me I never feared danger
but still people wondering where I came from like Jesus in the manger
I tell em I been sent to witness not testify
live life till the last day
when the good Lord meets me in the sky
Dedicated to a dear friend, who felt let down by a nation he helped to protect, and was honoured to serve.
An innocent mind — ripped apart,
Like a Ripper’s victim,
Bleeding in the dark.
The light drains from his eyes;
He’s losing his spark.
This is the mindset
Of a tortured soldier —
The war is over,
But the battle smolders.
His spirit is lost,
Fear still clings,
Every day haunted
By death’s cold wings.
He’s tired of wrestling his inner beast.
Dark thoughts pierce him —
Judas at the final feast.
The beast impales him;
No hope, no release.
Inside he’s shattered,
His soul — deceased.
His emotions rot beneath his skin.
Familiar pieces leaking out within.
A face with no joy,
A heart drowned in sin —
Only twenty years old,
And missing a limb.
A boy who once bloomed,
Petals soft as a rose —
Now bleeds hate and despair
Through every vein he knows.
Outside he’s harmless,
Inside he’s cold —
A condemned man
Whose heart won’t grow old.
Moving through the pulse and the flow
A timetable of fixed dilation
A given
And measured
Ellipse
To the people it trips
As they ride the crest
Of the waves
Of emotions
Just prisoners of
Perpetual motion
Never ceasing
Never pretending to be
Anything more
Born into the days
Of a future long past
Spying its records
From the start to the last
We are all
Just second hand news
In a land of ne’re to be
Nonsensical devotion
The prisoners of perpetual motion
Elate
And repress
The We
The US three
The Me
Myself
and I
Come to share in a life such as these
Checking out the view
I’m just second hand news
In the land of Ne’re do we
Strolling on by and
Pressing on through
Tasked with its provisions
And it’s riddled revisions
Nonsense and fiction
Have found their new diction
Of solar progression
As they encapsulate
The US Three
Strolling on by
Pressing ahead
The RIGHT
And the TRUE
It’s textured and layered deception
Held a managed intervention
Holding within its folio
The signatures of digression
Devoid of emotion
As it’s pendulum swings to and fro
Never able to leave
Or break its grasp
Transcending all in its path
Nonsense and fiction
Wear a guise of suspicion
Take on a new face
A perplexing division
With its sweeping broad strokes
To embrace and replace the US Three
Brushing on past
Just a page before
You knocked on the door
Of the garden where flowers once grew
These steps you’ve taken
Left to the tender mercies
Of fiscal conservancy’s
Hyperbolic uncertainty
Common knowledge
Given breathe
As stolen
A thief
Of the Inspector in chief
His notes plainly written
A solider in part
Has taken my enemies heart
In a fruitless pursuit
Of passion and pain
Here
I remain
In its orbital dance
The great mechanic has cast
His players
The WE
The US Three
Cry the home
On this ellipse
As we roam
The WE
The US Three
The black crow
Watches unfaltering
With his stalwart gaze
As your counterfeit lies
Sought in other men’s eyes
With a forbodance
Which can not be denied
In the wink of an eye
Like the pearls on a string
That glow
And
That shine
As it squares with the facts
In the drivers seat of circumstance
And at length in perpetuity
YOU hold the charter to men’s hearts.
let me feel the glow of your skin.
the glow of your skin - let me feel it.
glowing skin.
i now feel.
it has me.
the feeling of glowing skin on my hands.
you've had me.
hold me while i hold my hands.
an embrace of transcendence, an embrace of color, unblemished.
untainted.
free of society and sanction.
the glow of your skin is pure.
it's true.
let my heart racing justify
me falling in love.
open up your lips.
i know you.
you recited my poetry at the local bar downtown.
let that justify
you falling into me, colliding into my broken, dark world.
be my solider, be my soulmate.
i am in love with you.
let me feel.
the glow of your skin.
the glow of your skin - let me feel it.
now feel - you.
and your glowing skin.
it has me.
the feeling of glowing skin on my hands.
you've had me.
lights.
reflections.
mirrors.
..all misty in the river,
hidden by the night fog..
So, thanks for the distractions
But I need to pursue my passions
What paths am I on again?
My universe was turned upside down
I gave you my hearts crown
And you were too busy filling your purse
In other words, can I get a reimburse?
Of the curse of knowing you
Time cannot be reverse
Where to Start?
You may argue that it was my choice to go rescue
Because I thought I saw, strength, value, and virtue
That’s why I was into and wanted to continue
Now I see though that your love was never true
It was all just a waste; my heart needs to be erased
My hearts broken and needs to be awoken
Where to Start?
I need a nurse, for these symptoms are getting worse
But the dispatcher only wanted to send a hearse
Because I’m frozen and instead I’m being led in a sled
Consumed by this blacken cavity tissue
Because girl you are my issue
My love became the smoke of a cigar
Forgotten memoirs of a fallen star
Thrown down and drowned in a shadowy well
Farewell. No misspell. I meant ‘Go to hell!’
Here’s my eulogy. Wish you never met me
Thanks for the remembrance of you
Where to start?
She a player who’s queued for her next match
Wanting to try out her newest patch
Then taking aim
And ------- until there is nothing else to game
The body counts
Something is wrong with her account
Where to start?
She needs to go find a new toy
Something like a little solider boy
Melting all the plastic
Making all the room toxic
Did someone call for the medic?
The verdict, horrific
My empty cavity
Just a tragic memory
Where to start?
As there will always be this shadow behind my ---
To harass
As a reminder of our past
So, why do the nice guys finish last?
Because of you!
Where to start?
In pain, I cried
Being electrified
In this hospital room
Called life’s classroom
I’ll need a qualified doctor
Something to monitor
This surgery of your robbery
From the treasury
Of my heart
Where to start?
Form:
From the beginning of my younger of life, you were always by my side. You helped me chase the monsters out my room, and help heal me from the pain I consumed. You were and are that one constant in my life, your true sacrifice. Lord you uplift me when I am down, my soul feeling empty sometimes from those I'm around. You made me get up when the fight was tough. You allowed me to stand five toe down underneath uneven ground. My solider in you I could not physically see but you were always with me. You should have left my side a trillion times, but you didn't, a promise kept, forgiven. Lord I thank you for these humbled words to say on this day. My body beaten and torn from life, but today, spiritually I'm alright. I thank you Lord for being with me in my darkest of hours, Lord your will, Lord your POWER. A kiss sent to you above, from Saudia, with love
Solider of fortune are responsible to provide the real stability to pakistan among all nations of the world.
your unity,faith and discipline are real means of your glory in war.
your Prostration to Allah AlMighty five times in a day gives you strong powers to win wars.
Solider of fortune is a man of patriotism,a man of dignity,a man of diplomacy,a man of disciplined, a man of dedication,a man of devotion,in total he is a man of distinction.
The death of Martyr is the real life of nation.And the blood of Martyr is the real charity of alive nations.
you are such a fast Cavalier who is loyal to his own Pakistani nation & loved by his own beloved country people.
you are light of vision to each & every eye and you hold the spirit of every pious person.
You give real survival and respect to our religion islam.
You give safe,secure and stable environment to the whole world by your own well cultured devoted down to earth personality.
Charity received through super power countries increase our affluence level only.
But if we grow our own country crops of cereals.so it will verdant and beautify our environment.
Means if we belief on our own resources,or our own young future generation,they themselves work hard with full confidence then we easily achieve our future goals.
So we donot need of charity from outside.we will able to achieve our required future targets by working with our own limited resources.
If we donot do Bargaining of our self respect & Venality at any case even infront of our real enemies.
Then the barren land of our own beloved country pakistan turn to become Oasis & overseas.
It means We will enjoy the benefit of each & every facility with in our own pakistan.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
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