Soldier Sacrifice Poems | Examples
These Soldier Sacrifice poems are examples of Sacrifice poems about Soldier. These are the best examples of Sacrifice Soldier poems written by international poets.
One day a year to mark a sacrifice profound
One day a year to visit the ground
One day a year for the bugle to sound
One day a year a nation’s memory is found
Hardly enough for the terrible cost
Hardly enough for the lives that were lost
One day a year for the flags to adorn
One day a year the fallen to mourn
One day a year that honors our fallen
One day a year the nation is all in
Hardly enough for those left behind
Hardly enough is just being kind
Each day of the year they manned the wall
Each day of the year they served through it all
Each day of the year standing brave and tall
Each day of the year until the final fall
One day of the year to remember the valor
Hardly enough when measured by the pallor
Of the faces who bled and the families who suffer
So one day a year
One day a year
One day a year
Is hardly enough for
Duty
Honor
Sacrifice
Remember it all and never forget
For one day a year is all that they get
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 of country’s shield in battle’s fire,
Fire of freedom fed by hearts’ desire.
Desire to serve with valor, strong and true,
True to flags in red and white and blue.
Blue, the banner waving high above,
Above all stands their country, duty, and love.
© Dr. Joseph S. Spence, Sr., USA (Epulaeryu Master). All Rights Reserved (May 25, 2025).
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 empty.
It is full--
with sacrifice,
with honor,
with a debt
we can only repay in remembrance.
"For as long as they can remember, the burden to protect and provide have all that has been on their minds
Family members at the fore front of their hearts
The sailor and the soldier both offering their lives
Far from home they sail,
On different fronts they wander
On enemy lands they hope to prevail
On treacherous seas facing monsters
Of the sailor and soldier, never have I met men so bolder
The sailor and the soldier both bearing the burdens and carrying the cross
The sailor and the soldier,
The thought of six-feet under a heavens choice"
Freedom is never given away,
or bought with a few pieces of green.
It’s only earned through strife and struggle,
in those places most have never seen.
Freedom always calls for sacrifice,
and the burden will never be small.
Some who have chosen to join the fight,
have been asked to sacrifice their all.
They have placed themselves upon the line,
and proudly add their name to the tome.
To defend our rights with their last breath,
so freedom’s bell may ring clear back home.
Let me raise my pen to write your praise,
thank you for the gift of freedom you bring.
May God hold you through eternity,
of your sacrifice the angels will sing.
Green Card Soldier ~ Pantoum
seasonal migrant worker
unwed mother in Arizona
temporary work visa expires
sent back across the border
unwed mother in Arizona
allows her teen-aged son
sent back across the border
the chance to have a better life
allows her teen-aged son
now after his first eighteen years
the chance to have a better life
by staying and joining the US Army
now after his first eighteen years
he fights to become an American
by staying and joining the US Army
by becoming an American fighting man
he fights to become an American
offers his life for this country
by becoming an American fighting man
becomes an American citizen, posthumously
To serve in a country filled with strife
Many men left behind their loving wife
Sacrificing precious time apart
Many soldiers even gave their life
Flickered glimmer of distant moonbeams
A reflection of their shattered dreams
Their bravery etched in our country’s heart
Submitted on September 25, 2019 for contest N-A RERUN 3 sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 5TH
and September 16, 2019 for contest MY HEART IS FULL sponsored by CINDI ROCKWELL
•The li'l kid was promised to celebrate next birthday together,
•The lady was the happiest by the news of next meeting.
•Some considered him martinet,
With family he was so loving and piquent.
That ghoul, that monster took them all away....
Many things were assured.. will always be in way.
Daughter had promised to marry the way her father wanted,
It might be the word now, that would be hated..
The anger, the pain, the grief and the hopelessness has no end,
I hope sacrifices in our nation will not become "trend"....
Go home and
tell about us
"we lost our tomorrow
for your today"
written on tombs of soldiers
Tell about me
I sold the
sacrifices of our soldiers today
for my tomorrow
written on
the tomb of a politician!
I once dreamed a dream,
A long long time ago,
Sending you to the army,
A matter of pride for everyone in the town.
The last time you left,
Never in the world I knew,
It was the only time,
I would say goodbye.
They brought you back too soon,
Not in a way I wanted you to be,
For I didn’t know what fate had in store for me,
But I knew you had completed your duty,
As I had did mine.
17 February 2019
What have our sons gone off to do?
They have left to fight a war for you,
And risk their lives on a distant shore,
Like our fathers did years before.
Some will return and some will die,
History will judge as time goes by,
Weather it was a just cause to fight,
That caused mothers to cry at night.
Precious lifeblood spilled on the sand,
In a lonely, God forsaken distant land,
It is not for them to question why,
Their duty calls to fight and die.
These brave young men with bright clear eyes,
Honor bound shout battle cries,
Salute these Heroes as they pass today,
Old soldiers never die, they just fade away.
Tinker Taylor Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Julia Ward
12/12/18
As boys we left, as men we returned.
Our thoughts for home, for loved ones we yearned.
For freedom we fought, with bullet and blade.
We would end this conflict that was the promise we made.
Fathers, Brothers, Uncles and Sons
We fought our enemies, we resisted their guns.
Thoughts of our loved ones spurring us on.
We would ensure the Great War was finally won.
The night held the fear, the silence unearthly.
A gunshot rings out, a life taken too early.
Brothers in arms, together we stood.
We wanted it over, we would do all that we could.
For many long years war had been waged
Atrocities committed, that left us enraged.
The horrors we saw, we would bury inside.
When our loved ones enquired, our pain we would hide.
We think of our friends, the ones who have fallen.
Those poor lads that fell, their lives that were stolen.
For freedom they fought, for liberty they died.
Remember the soldiers, remember with pride.
A poppy is worn to remember the brave.
The gallant and worthy that went to their graves.
A debt we do owe how can we repay?
Lets bring peace to the world, so they can live a new day.
Armistice day 11/11
SACRIFICE
The thin line is diffuse between these two,
Imposed duty and concerned sacrifice.
If a mother tells her children it is for you
That I had quit my well-paid jobs twice
They would wonder what she actually did
Would think without being somewhat candid
She performed mother’s role paying a price.
A soldier dies fighting a battle for our sake
Losing his life he makes the supreme sacrifice.
They say on duty his job he can’t forsake
For his family erasing the thin line won’t suffice
His life is more precious to them than just a cause.
Assigned task of a soldier can’t deride lost life because
Nobody can evaluate or pay the price of sacrifice.
March 30. 2018.
I am the Unknown Soldier, i stand guard here on my own.
For those who fought for freedom, but never returned home.
They lie where they had fallen, in everlasting peace.
Long since ago their comrades, who prayed by unmarked graves
Did speak in truth of valour, displayed on battle fields.
And i, in silence listened, bore witness to their deeds.
Now they speak with reverence, of human sacrifice.
And poppies tell their story, of days when reason died.
Come the hour when bugles play, The Last Post, rest in peace.
It is my solemn duty, to bear each soldiers pride.
They look and say it's raindrops, when tears weep from my eyes,
For those children of those children, of those who came before.
I see great sadness and respect, bring comfort to their souls.
Then as the setting sun goes down, i stand vigil all alone.
8 / 29 / 2017.
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I can not speak of freedom's struggle to thee, for I have always been free: you gave that right to me.
I can not speak of hard task master's laborious ruin, for I have known none.
I can not speak of blood guts and tears shed to defend the freedom that I hold dear,
nor to loves selfless sacrifice of laying your life on the line so that I might live mine.
I cannot speak to the haunting sorrow of brothers who on foreign sands bravely made
freedoms stand, and who bleed and died that our flag could still fly.
But this I vow to thee never to forget freedoms high price you paid for me and to
always honor thee by living free.