War Quatrain Poems | Examples
These War Quatrain poems are examples of Quatrain poems about War. These are the best examples of Quatrain War poems written by international poets.
Beneath the dusty streets where children play
the twilit baneful torture tunnels lay
where many innocents are laid to rot
among them, some still breathe but countless not.
Among the dusty streets, the children act
their role to maximize a shock impact
on our naive, jaundiced media types
greedily turning up to earn their stripes.
Amidst the dusty streets, the children shield
the homes where missile launchers are concealed;
not one child wished to execute this role;
expect to pay the devastating toll.
In dusty streets, now innocence is lost
and children’s lives are nonchalantly tossed,
by tribes with little desire to debate,
upon the altar of ancestral hate.
Poetry soupris
Soupris being French for sighs
And we all breathe them
At different times in our lives
We breathe them in relief
And maybe in our sleep
Exhaled after we've railed
Against the nightly thief
Poetry soupris
Potato soupris served cold
Alphabet soupris
Spelled out in the bowl
Sighs of relief
Sighs that matter
Sighs of release
In thoughts that scatter
(Carole Landis
"The sigh heard round the world"
Only Twenty-nine
When we lost "your baby" girl)
Sorrowed soupris
During suffering endured
Godly suffering
Soupris when your cured
Soupris relenting
Served during your sentence
The sighs, the soupris
As we seethe through repentance
Now that the war is over
And you have traveled home
Awaiting and waiting
To breathe out this soupris poem
Let the soupris fly away
And all things al dente (to the tooth)
If this were the Seventies
I’d hope your needle finds its groove
I
At eleven, Tehran’s burning blaze,
Sleeve rolled high to meet the weight,
A Guard’s cold fist—a question raised—
A scar that shapes my fragile fate.
II
At sixteen, classroom doors collide,
Boots thunder on the worn-out floor,
“Routine check,” their steely stride,
Rifles poised like silent war.
Her smile hides behind the page,
Formulas I cannot solve,
I tear her photo, cage my rage—
Winter’s frost begins to dissolve.
III
Seventeen, chalk dust marks the fight,
Bishops, knights, and rooks aligned,
Till shadows snuff the flickering light,
Dreams crushed, erased, confined.
IV
At twenty-two, Azad’s hall,
I face Tehran’s chess command,
My mother’s voice, a cautious call,
Security strikes its hand.
Pieces fall in frozen rows,
Prayers lost at border lines,
Silent tales the exile knows—
A country held by tighter binds.
V
At airports, stamps seal the board,
Squares crossed off the life once known,
Chalk dust and cold photos stored,
Weights of games I’ve yet to own.
VI
Endgame looms—a final test,
Between the past and what will be,
I dream in Persian, holding rest—
Sometimes to win is to break free.
For Jason and his Argonauts, golden wool was theirs to fleece
For the British, Iran's oil was theirs to drill and steal
In '53 the West led Iran's democracy into a tyrant's peace
Now we call the trouble since all part of God's grand will
So many harsh lessons are learned in winter's darkest days
Only to be forgotten as we approach a warm September
Yet in the annals of time the truth is on display
It is incumbent upon us to stop, pause, look and remember
when threat of war looms
a strange fear sets in
but to empty mind
where should we begin
what’s our to do list
agendas surface
slow down oh hermit
ego’s thought flow pace
objects of desire
tasks yet unresolved
debts of love we owe
are to God devolved
when dark seems the night
who we are recall
we are living light
death’s a wake up call
Victory seemed so close
An accomplishment to boast
We once dreamed against our woes
Now we raise a final toast
To all of our friends lost
Fighting for what we already won
However we paid the worst cost
Losing the war that was already done
We once left the kingdom
By tossing our supply of tea
Now we search for freedom
By removing liberty
We once headed west
We tried to expand
Now we find it a hopeless quest
For we have taken all the land
We have lied
And we have wailed
We have tried
And we have failed
If that is what we’re apart of
If that is what it takes
If Lady Liberty falls upon the dove
Then oblivion awaits
Propped up on willpower strong
Wants and needs in war prolong
Tested far beyond my means
Clinging tight to hopes and dreams
Each day teeters on near collapse
Strength in danger enabling relapse
Endless trials pain and sting
What new battle will tomorrow bring?
My battle to keep you is over.
A checkmate, without any closure.
My skin is bruised and beaten
and battered and scarred and weakened.
I can't shake the guilt
or the images of the life we built
in the days before the war,
before we weren't us anymore.
The world turned to ashes.
Memories of the past left like open gashes
from before the sky turned red,
leaving all our words unsaid.
I didn't know if you were fighting for or against me,
On whose side you'd be.
Or did you not notice the battle at all?
As the mountain between us grew mighty and tall.
Were the bleeding skies
visible to only my eyes?
Did the sirens sound in only my ears?
Did you never notice my silent tears?
Were you embarrassed by me
when my eyes met yours in silent plea?
Did the enemy force you out, or did you slip into the night?
Maybe you never thought I was worth the fight.
Have you ever held something too tight,
Knowing it would still slip away?
Loving with all that you are,
Yet seeing the ending, clear as day.
Two paths stretch far, neither is kind—
One steals my heart, the other, my mind.
No matter the choice, something will break,
And love is the price that fate will take.
My chest aches with every thought,
Tears fall for a war already lost.
He is my angel, my quiet light,
Yet even love can lose the fight.
How long can I keep him close,
When I am the reason for his pain?
How do I love him enough to leave,
Yet too much to walk away?
We stay, pretending time is ours,
But love like this can’t bloom in scars.
Neither of us will say the words,
Yet both of us know—this will end
We are both fools, bound by fate,
lost in a love that came too late.
He’ll find new hands, warm and true,
while I remain—a ghost in blue.
Have you ever held something too tight,
Knowing it would still slip away?
Loving with all that you are,
Yet seeing the ending, clear as day.
Two paths stretch far, neither is kind—
One steals my heart, the other, my mind.
No matter the choice, something will break,
And love is the price that fate will take.
My chest aches with every thought,
Tears fall for a war already lost.
He is my angel, my quiet light,
Yet even love can lose the fight.
How long can I keep him close,
When I am the reason for his pain?
How do I love him enough to leave,
Yet too much to walk away?
We stay, pretending time is ours,
But love like this can’t bloom in scars.
Neither of us will say the words,
Yet both of us know—this will end
We are both fools, bound by fate,
lost in a love that came too late.
He’ll find new hands, warm and true,
while I remain—a ghost in blue.
When is enough enough,
When is the going just too tough.
Why do people have to die
Forever in the ground to lie.
Are the spoils worth all the pain
When the path is kill and maim.
Is barren land worth just so much
Now deprived of human touch.
Do fatherless children justify the cost
Memories of a generation lost.
Weeping mothers by the score
Adding every day far more.
Politicians acting blind
To the misery resigned,
Just numbers on a sheet
Conscious only of defeat.
Pride and hubris win the day
Reason not allowed to sway.
Yet solutions need be found
Striving to be clear and sound.
Calmer voices must assist
For further slaughter to desist.
The way forward won't be fast
Searching for a peace to last.
Neither side will win outright
Time for discourse not brute might.
Russia needs restore prosperity
Ukrainians live without temerity.
“Rash and inexperienced”
frees thoughts within my mind
of traipsing deepest Africa
retrieving melon rinds.
Bi-colored python rock snakes
and wondrous fever trees
delights in my imagining
from phrases such as these…
How is a rudyard kippled?
I’ve often wondered that.
Perhaps Limpopo’s man-of-war
and I could have a chat.
Though pachyderms and heffalumps
can make the mind run wild,
enchantments hang on every page
of Just So Stories, child.
In the land of glitz and glitter.
Visionaires film moving pictures.
Acting out their fantasies.
Through love ,war, or tragedy.
Who got hot between the sheets.
To rhapsody's elusive beat.
As a plot began to steam
Audacity, almost Obscene.
Humors truth, alloyed themes.
Viewers rule, Android dreams.
Rumor sleuths, Tabloid screams.
Future jewels on a silver screen.
I never realized nor told you
My love has always been a lie,
Because I never wanted to tell you,
Or else you would cry.
I never wanted to hurt you,
But to be fair in love and war
You had emotionally hurt me too,
As my heart became what you tore.
I never want to be with you anymore,
Because I found what I needed,
A sense of paradise lost made my heart sore,
As I felt the seeds blooming from an old love long ago seeded.
I never want you to forget me either,
Just never try to win me back,
And never try to force me to your tether,
Just please cut me some slack.
Memorial Day
5/27/2024
By: Miracle Man
Today,
Those who gave their all will be remembered,
and also those who returned unlike they left.
For all war’s, send many home dismembered,
lives are systematically changed as if by theft.
For the stench of death nostrils can’t soon forget,
many suffer life after P.T.S.D. and are crestfallen.
Even more are forced to finish life with regret,
This year, my eyes tear up for all our nation’s fallen.
My brother Master Sergeant Joe D. Wright served 23 years
in the U.S. Army, He served 4 tours in Nam, was wounded, and highly decorated. God always brought him home but he was never the same.