War Now Poems | Examples
These War Now poems are examples of Now poems about War. These are the best examples of Now War poems written by international poets.
It’s a brand new big idea
The banned country of such size
So I want to make it clear
Either way it looks unwise
Wasn’t Germany at war
In Bach’s time, and wasn’t France
Fighting England till the score
Levelled up by circumstance
But they never used to ban
Scholars travelled, merchants traded
Painters painted, music men
Wrote their stuff while the crusaders
Fought their sacred wars whatever
The high goal was pursued then
But it didn’t seem too clever
In the past, to put a ban
There’s no other meaning to it
But revenge, to make the foe
More outrageous, and they knew it
Now it's what the wars are for.
No Victory Day when the Genocide is NOW
The Nazis were defeated in war
their ideologies simmered
germinated in the wombs of today's monsters
many may not know
Zionists and Nazis held hands in the dark
they kissed and collaborated
now the Zionists carry the flag
changed the color not the atrocities
playing the victim
while they dance and slaughter
an army in diapers, while they kill your daughters
today's Zionists
condemned by the true Jews of the land
liberate the Gaza camp NOW
There is a war we must win to stop the rot from settling in
ACT now to avoid defeat and take the rot off our street.
ACT against violence act against drugs
act against knife carrying thugs.
ACT against guns act against knives act for your children
and help save their lives.
ACT against loneliness act against sorrow
ACT now for a better tomorrow.
ACT now use your voice and shout loud
ACT now stand up and be counted stand out from the crowd.
ACT now please don't stop trying
BY ACTING NOW YOU MIGHT STOP SOMEONE ELES DIEING.
This is the news, a dream of peace,
an echo from the Middle East,
where children cannot understand,
the broken bones of broken lands,
their only hope, for war to cease.
Every imam, rabbi and priest,
can hear the loss for those deceased,
while leaders watch or wash stained hands,
this is the news.
Hope is a hostage for release,
a call for all the bombs to cease,
while children cannot understand,
the razor wire of war-torn lands,
and parents only dream of peace,
this is the news.
How many Friends Have You Now?
How many friends have you now?
How many write you everyday
Say they are sorry and their nation will pay?
How many have apologised?
How many have realised?
How their relatives have taken part?
Shot your countryman in the heart?
Raped your women and tortured your men?
How many are distressed?
How many digress and never mention
The killing brought by their country’s intervention?
Called you a bandelaro to your face
Said that they want to extinguish your race?
How many have visited with flowers?
Cried with you for hours?
How many begged your forgiveness?
Showed their true friendship, through their stress?
How many have knocked your door?
None, as I can see
None smatree (Russian for see)
None held your hand
Begged they didn’t understand
Many apologised and relished victory in their eyes
Saw an easy win,
gloated through the Crimea sin.
Friends have borders too
These are no friends of you.
David Cox 11/06/23
Make
a good choice now
Here are Peace ,
Love ,
Good, And
Life.
There are War,
Hate,
Bad And
Death.
You know well about the choice of God
So choose whatever God likes
To remain His
Friend.
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Chet grabbed my story and claimed it as his own.
Tacking on a slightly different ending.
I kept my mouth shut about this.
War has obliterated his own stories.
PTSD dangles him in a state of web-like anxiety.
If claiming my stories makes him happy, then great.
I am glad to be of service to this Vietnam War vet.
They visit now, where once men fought,
heads bowed in silence, and yet still,
no lesson learned from what was taught.
The trenches, ground, where carnage wrought;
fields in Ypres to Bunker Hill,
they visit now where once men fought.
Some think their sacrifice was naught
that if, from all the blood they spill,
no lesson learned from what was taught.
Perhaps a guilty penance sought;
that they were not sent out to kill,
they visit now, where once men fought?
Sometimes, a fragile peace was bought,
but not for long, as is man's will.
They visit now, where once men fought,
no lesson learned from what was taught.
Three-Kolored Ku (Now 10)
1. bluebird’s ear’s to ground –
pink collared worm (casts below)
now won’t grace black hook
2. blue days can have clouds,
yellow sun bursts pierce grey clouds -
rainbow’s arc mocks smile?
3. girls pink with envy,
boys made blue by sexist roles -
‘his story’ just black
4. greyed out politics –
blue and red (views, poop) both suspect
in the fog of war
5. red sunsets portend
dawn’s blue skies to those caring –
black thoughts rarely float
6. pumpkin’s orange loves
tomato’s ripened redness – light’s
short, black cat nights stretch
7. fall topples most green,
revealing vibrant colors -
reds, yellows – drab wins
8. poetry’s greenest
when planted fields change color -
red blood fades to black
9. green planet’s seasons,
the ocean’s blue expanses,
the earth’s spine - beached white
10. time’s future’s more dark
man’s ‘black’ and ‘white’ aren’t colors (1)
Grace – red, blood-cured wood?
Krakatoa Kritic #007
October 29, 2022
Poet's Notes:
(1) Black is the absence of light, hence no color at all.
White is a combination of all colors, so no color also.
Now is the time to be asking the night,
under a cloudless sky lit by the moon,
when in the future will all things be right?
Now is the time to be asking how soon
war will be ended, and there will be peace
under a cloudless sky lit by the moon.
Now is the time to ask strivings to cease;
when, like the breeze, so gentle, scarce moving,
war will be ended, and there will be peace?
Now is the time to pray for improving
relations with nations who are at war.
When? Like the breeze, so gentle, scarce moving,
now is the time to want things as before,
value all lives and all men as brothers,
relations with nations who are at war.
Now, for the sake of loved ones and others,
now is the time to be asking the night,
valuing lives and all men as brothers:
when in the future will all things be right?
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for AN ORIGINAL TERZANELLE Poetry Contest
sponsored by L Milton Hankins
written 04/05/2022
Dear President Biden,
STOP RUSSIA AND PUTIN NOW!
DO NOT WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW
2,000+ innocent civilians slaughtered in Ukraine in the first 6 days of war
Over 100,000 Ukranian refugees 'safe' in Poland or Romania.
(UN states over 1,000,000 Ukranian refugees already created.)
ONLY MILITARY DEFEAT AND/OR DEATH WILL STOP PUTIN
SANCTIONS WILL NEVER DETER HIM - NEVER
YOU, MR. PRESIDENT, CAN SAVE TENS OF THOUSANDS, IF NOT MILLIONS
OF LIVES! --or the blood of those killed will be upon your hands,
for failing to act when you still had the chance.
TODAY IT'S UKRAINE. TOMMOROW, MOLDAVA. (Next up).
THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW, IT'S THE UK AND THE USA.
ACT NOW, MR. BIDEN. DO NOT WAIT. DEFEAT RUSSIA AND PUTIN.
Thank you,
Gershon Wolf
Recall the midwife
To the cenotaph
War is over
For now at least
Nothing but poppy petal buttercup remain
in tact to blow away this coming eve
Or grow from flounder's red sodden field
To flutter on a chasten solar breeze
Up and up so only downward grave
can see
So pray the world outside relent drunken
on the floral scent
Sprayed by white tailed doves formation
flying overhead
Signaling in semaphore
Death is dead once more
We've little left to fill a casket
Apart from surplus faulty armaments
Scattered across the length and breadth
of no man's lands
To carry these giant's home
To mother's
Wishing they we're never born
Or had a daughter instead
Amen
We used to be able to speak of children, gardens, quilts, our mutual relatives.
Now my sister has her identity all wrapped up in a political commentary.
She is totally immersed in the side of the Anti-Christ, brain-washed.
Which I could abide, if she did not persist upon trying to convert me.
I will never go to the dark side; I don’t even like the other candidate.
I recognize evil when I feel it. This political stuff has strained us.
Our relationship may never be the same; I feel it is the Civil War now.
Brother against brother, sister against sister. I try to speak of quilting.
Quilting is her “thing”. My things are poetry, cartooning and painting.
I desperately speak of these creative areas, but she reverts to politics.
Every conversation an attempt to persuade me, convert me to her way.
This is something I do not understand; it is a strain to be civil now.
Now is the time to think about our country!
Is it hatred, crime and burning cities you want to see?
Do you care about our flag and our constitution too?
What do you truly believe deep inside of you?
Do you care about less war abroad with growing peace now?
Would you like to expand the peaceful parades and unity somehow?
How much love will you give to our country today?
Now is the time, for us to come together and find our way!
We are one nation under God, Liberty and Justice for all!
Now is the time to rise, and not let our country fall!
Heidi Sands
10/11/20
Come close and gather here, my warriors-
together, we shall face our fight ahead!
United strong, we'll win as abhorrers
of hostile foes, who on our land have tread!
Amass all stable crossbows, swords, and spears-
go forth- safeguard our land, I summon thee!
Breathe in the air of courage- shed your fears;
though we're outnumbered- must claim victory!
Our farms and villages, we need protect;
your families depend on you, my men!
Let triumph be the prize to win, collect-
so we, together, shall find peace again.
Now go- my warriors, your heads held high-
and may your strength, with spears and arrows, fly!
September 13, 2020