Remembrance Day Poems | Examples of Remembrance Day Poetry

Valor of India Unyielding Gallantry at Neuve Chapelle During 1915

Bravest Sons of India – Neuve-Chapelle, 1915.
(Linking Pin Sonnet – Dr. Joseph Spence Sr. Style)

India’s sons marched where guns roared in flame,
Flame lit their path as the Lahore men onward pressed,
Pressed with the Meerut through wire none could tame,
Tamed only by hearts in brave Garhwal dressed.

Dressed for the storm, Gurkha steel cut the way,
Way through

Marco Rubio

(Voice of a Broken Lineage)

Before your first cry kissed Florida’s air,
Two weary souls crossed oceans of despair—
Your parents, Cuban hearts in exile,
Arrived in 1956, not with riches,
But with hope wrapped in trembling hands.

They fled the storm, not to breed silence—
But to gift you a voice sharp as justice.
And yet, what song do you sing now,
Marco

Life Altering

Today is the day
Twenty-nine years to the day
Life changed forever

In Duty's Name - A Linking Pin Sonnet for Memorial Day

Duty calls from valleys deep and wide,
Wide like hearts where brave resolve does bide.
Bide the storms, through fire and endless rain,
Rain of trials met with a calm refrain.

Refrain from fear when darkness clouds the sky,
Sky holds hope where eagles dare to fly.
Fly with honor carved in steel and soul,
Soul forged firm in sacrifice and role.

Role

Final Letter From The Trenches

Dear Ma, if this letter finds
Your gentle hands, your quiet eyes,
Knowing I have fallen where silence climbs,
Beneath a blood-rubbed, broken sky.

The wind here howls like wolves in chains,
Gnawing the bones of godless ground.
The trees wear coats of charred remains,
Their arms outstretched but never found.

Our prayers are whispered into mud,
Where poppies bloom from brothers' blood.
And every

Memorial Day And Joe D 2025

Today my thoughts are on Master Sergeant Joe D.
my brother who was four years younger than me.

Growing up Brother Joe was always the battler,
he took no one’s “stuff” and was never a prattler.

At twenty one I entered and Brother Joe came soon,
to the Army’s ways Joe seemed to quickly attune.

He rose to Master Sergeant in

The Bugle's Rest

The bugle sleeps, a mournful, hollow sound, 
As silence falls upon this hallowed ground. 
For those who fell, beneath a foreign sky, 
Who gave their all, for freedom, and to die.


A moment's hush, for hearts that ceased to beat,
For dreams unfinished, victories incomplete. 
For green fields, now stained with crimson red, 
For voices still, and

The Quiet

The day is solemn
time to reflect
a thankfulness for sacrifice
Flags placed to honor
Names carved on stone
Dates of lives gone
Grace and silent prayers
No need for spoken words
shed a few tears
White crosses far to many
numbering those lost
who gain us this day of remembrance
The Quiet screams louder than a thousand bombs
rapid screech of gun fire
explosion of a grenade
the agony

In Honor of Them Every Day

Elsie, I 'ave just returned from my visit to see my family over seas.
Was nervous getting on the plane, but turned out to be a breeze.

Jeff’s boy Jason 'is wife an kids in Australia, spoiled me a treat,  
They are in Sydney and seemed glad that we finally got to meet.

They took me to

The Rows Remember

They do not march now,
but they still stand--
shoulder to shoulder
in quiet granite lines.

Each flag breathes
like a memory fluttering
in the hush between heartbeats.

They are not just names,
not just dates--
they are echoes of last letters,
mud-heavy boots,
songs sung beneath a foreign sky.

We walk between them,
heads bowed,
and feel the weight of freedom
we never had to earn.

This silence is not

Flowers

Flowers for a new day,  
Flowers for a fresh start,  
I’m embracing a new beginning,  
A way of winning.  

Flowers of spring,  
A blooming garden,  
The joy of my mother’s heart,  
She sings a new song.  

Flowers for tomorrow,  
Yesterday was a withered meadow,  
Days

VE Day 2025

Beret shaped and brushed
Trousers pressed, bulled shoes,
Booted and suited for
Eighty years old news.
Victory in Europe
End of a long haul
Time to celebrate
And reflect on it all.

Not a full peace though,
For three months more
Fighting continued
In the Pacific War,
Finished by an event to
Separate future from past,
The devastation caused
By that first nuclear blast.

Eighty years later most 
Of those Veterans

May 4

On the Dam, where silence breathes so deep,
An evening of mourning, promises to keep.
Two minutes for those who gave their all,
Their names whispered through time’s quiet hall.

From '45 to now, a growing light,
Resistance heroes, Jews lost to night.
Roma and Sinti, their stories untold,
We honor their pain, their voices of old.

In Indonesia, another fight bled,
Peace missions

Graced to Serve

Graced to Serve

Graced by Your light, I rise to humbly praise,  
Placed in Your care, my heart begins to sing,  
Faced with Your love, my soul forever stays,  
Embraced by grace, new strength You daily bring.  

Chased from despair, Your mercy lights my way,  
Based on Your truth, my path

Yes I agree I killed her

#Yes_I_agree_I_killed_her
Diabolical thoughts runs amok,
In this room, adrenaline takes over,
Nothing makes sense, right now.
Trying to compose self. 
Her griping nails, peircing through my neck, blood paints my shirt red, the gripping stiffening.

Gasping for breath, begging and pleading through my eyes, voice choked inside me.
My face turns blue, body start shutting component to component, wrestling off her

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