Postwar Poems - Poems about Postwar

...We entered twenty-twenty-four in vain hope it will be postwar; one government will not deplore; politics, rotten to the core, despite the oath to us they swore. In truth, the poor will get more ......Read the rest...

...A birthday gift to me courtesy thee youngest sister of mine The special parcel courtesy Amazon courier hurriedly delivered softbound book before yours truly could thank him/her cuz he/she dr......Read the rest...

...Snow showers earlier today December 9th, 2020 yielded negligible accumulation Though anyone who saw and/or watched local news would be more wise the brief flurry of crystalline precipitation ca......Read the rest...

...The Mystery Be Mistral freedom o'er stakes waged before, destined mortal souls their reposed earth, spent sepulchers clips tales from postwar, nonetheless, facts become one back door, proves e......Read the rest...

...In your mind will remain this spore In your mind will remain this spore In your mind will remain this spore Together we shall soar In your mind will remain this spore In your mind will remai......Read the rest...

...I Recall the Smell of that Place I recall the smell of that place. It came from the small side cafeteria. I ate there daily for two months of my young life; From the heat of September 1959, to......Read the rest...

...Woke in the blissful cold As my body was being shivered Had dreamed of a warm bright light And see it rise in the dark night Missed the light that came in the night When waking up from a timbe......Read the rest...

...REFLECTIONS ON POSTWAR AMERICAN PRESIDENTS Truman became President by accident, which probably explains why, on the whole, he did a good job. Eisenhower, deprecated as an inveterate bungler, a......Read the rest...

...Family Tree The family tree grows tall and true, Its leafy branches cradle me and you. Like every tree it has a season When branches drop, sometimes without reason. Our tree has suffered great......Read the rest...

...Peter I knew since our childhood though as a youth he wasn’t good, but then Joan cured him of all that, two babies in a two roomed flat. Now Frank came later to my life, by when, like him, I ......Read the rest...

...putrid rascal was a real truant and also a junkie and a somnambulist too and wicked gourmet bought a new guillotine then the rascal walked dizzily like a mechanic dancer around the cinnamon ......Read the rest...

...i miss the softness of her touch cut short by Lehman brothers’ harsh collapse i miss kindness of time before the crash economy in relative peace living off fumes of postwar boom before post-......Read the rest...

...Being born in the postwar fifties, after darkness and catastrophe ascended on all Europe, I didn't experience cruelty and horror... but hope came from the defenders of freedom from North Americ......Read the rest...