Servicemen Poems | Examples

Sailors' Souls

Solitary seafarer sings sea chanties,
salty sea breeze serenity,
sea birds skim waves,
suddenly, so many sailors' souls
of the sunken WW II ship USS Indianapolis
started singing sonorous,
soaring from sea sepulcher,
stirring sacrifice so sacred,
such sorrow,
souls still scintillating, still seaward,
servicemen shipmates solemnized,
seared, sealed in spiritual solidarity,
salute. ~

War Plans, What War Plans?

O’ no, the Washington swamp media rails
and the hypocrites are all telling tall tales.
   A war plan group chat
   on an unsecured app
but how soon they forget Hillary’s emails!

Fly boys were good to go in their cockpit
and the Houthi strike targets were all hit.
   A successful mission plan
   unlike Joe’s Afghanistan 
so those filled with outrage are full of sh-it!


          Written: March 2025


Note: unlike Afghanistan this mission was
         a well planned and executed attack
         on Houthi rebels in Yemen with no 
         US servicemen killed or injured yay!
         Only bad guys died on this op.

         So congratulations to all involved.

Compassionate Scene Seen at the RNC

     We saw a side of Trump that too few people know
     For six hours, grieving parents he consoled

     of those killed leaving Afghan(istan)
     Trump restored their hope once again
      
       ~ that America cares about her servicemen




     ______________________________________  
      RNC = Republican National Convention

Half-Mast

Old Glory’s at half-mast today.

I wonder who just passed away?

Was it a hero from some battles past?

A dead leader whose influence lasts?

Were servicemen killed overseas,

Or humanitarians died fighting a disease? 

Seems most of the time I don’t know why

The Colors only at half-mast fly.

More and more it seems to be 

The flag’s mourning some local tragedy:

A lunatic shooter with a gun or rifle

Killed innocents for some reprisal;

Or people contemplating suicides

Go out committing multiple homicides.

I think the worst is killing schoolchildren.

Will this obscene madness never end?!

What About These Two

Two beauties were not quite flappers
But Parisians, so almost that open
Servicemen approached them cautiously
Pulled up two chairs, flirted a bit.
They humored them before sending them packing.

November 11, 2020

The
esteemed
servicemen
honored today,
on this November 11, 2020,
gave their lives for our sake --
We honor them by vowing
we shall never forget duty
to God, country, and compatriots. 

THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written November 6, 2022
Submitted to “November Nonet” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich

My Thoughtful Neighbors Adore the 4th

My neighbors have been celebrating 4th of July for a week.
It has finally arrived today. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.
I think these patriots take time to nap between 11 and 2 every day.
They have tossed cherry bombs into our dumpster.
They have blown up our mailbox.

What marvelous festivities for them!
It gave us a chance to see how worthless our grayscale video is.
We saw one flag decorated guy get out of his car to do these deeds.
But we could not identify the car or the guy. 
Unless he wore the same t-shirt 
And no one else had one.

Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam
Our dogs and cat are hiding behind us in our recliners.
Their ears hurt.
I can only imagine how men and women servicemen are doing.
Especially if they have PTSD.
Does anyone ever consider them during these 4th of July celebrations?
Apparently not.

Thoughts On the War of Late

“Where have all the flowers gone,” the poet wrote
A metaphor for those lost in a cruel war of late
Lives that were wrested from home and family
And thrown into a milieu of humiliation and hate
No real purpose for forfeiting their young lives
In conflict that obviously portended no good ending
But then, what war of that magnitude ever does? --
Is worth our young servicemen and women sending
To sacrifice their lives for some undefined honor
Is it patriotism to assert ourselves in a foreign affair
Methinks there are ulterior motives unexplained
That did not justify the loss of lives way over there.

written November 5, 2021

On the Run

Words evade the inspiration of my muse
My heart is too heavy, watching this atrocity
Many people report that it will only get worse
Servicemen killed with many people injured
Photos of bloodied bodies at Kabul Airport
This never should have happened, ever!
America on the run, from a departure, no plan
They would still like to tell us everything will be fine!
I remember weeks ago when Biden insisted…
The Taliban would never take over the country!

Heidi Sands

8/26/21

The Battle of Brisbane

I was talking with an Aunt
Who was in the Australian Army Nursing Service
She remembered being in a movie theatre
In Brisbane during World War 2
When Australia was full of allied servicemen 

In the movie being shown
One of the male characters asked the question
“Has anyone seen my sister?”
From the audience of the theatre
Came the following reply
“She’s probably out with a yank!”

What happened after that
Was what the newspapers called
“The Battle of Brisbane”
Where Australian servicemen and American servicemen
Did a battle of fisticuffs on the street.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Oh, To Remember

They are fading, fading swiftly as a wisp of smoke.
My memory clouds, and I can’t remember.
Who are these fellow servicemen? 
Sure, I can see their faces, clear as a crystal lake.
But who are they?  All their names elude me as 
I struggle, yet nothing comes to me.
From basic training to Vietnam, everyone I knew
Now gone in a slow fade into nothingness.
Oh, to remember their names to go with the faces I already see.
The years have taken my memory and left only pictures.
But even the pictures are starting to slowly disappear into that fog.
Each day there is more fog and less clarity in a mind that still knows 
Of each individual and where I knew them from. 
The fading never stops, never ceases and will never return a clear view.
I am alone; alone in a misty, fog-laden prison without bars 
From which I can not escape, but only lingering in a place 
Where those faces and names will slowly and surely die, as I will die.

Freedom For All

We hope to be treated kind, without bias
So often we're sorely disappointed

From the start, we’re taught how to love & hate
But life teaches us lessons, along the way

Different beliefs don’t mean either is wrong
Educational values arise from all cultures

Covered in ash, at New York's ground zero
Working together, colors obscured… no judging

Our servicemen fight, protecting one another
Gender, race… religion aren’t of the soldiers concern

Our beliefs should always shine through us
Striving to maintain basic human rights & freedom for all

My Veteran's Day Tribute

To the servicemen
who paid with their life
to ensure our freedom again
and to live without strife.

Your sacrifice I commemorate
in my humble way
and your memory I celebrate
on this Veteran’s Day.


November 8, 2017

Those Possibilities In Africa

those possibilities in Africa
if Garden of Eden exists
it must be in Black Africa

tell me what Africa lacks
beautiful cars, power machine
are still buried in African sediments

tell me what Africa lacks
nuclear bombs, fighter jets
are still asleep there in Africa rocks

tell me what Africa lacks
those talented scientists
are still idle in Africa bright brains

tell me what Africa lacks
patriotic leaders, servicemen
are still hiding in Africa families

those possibilities in Africa
who knows not but a cunning dreamer

Homeless

Homeless

A house is not a home
If there is no love in it
A house is not a home 
If we don't feel safe

A house is just bricks and mortar
It's the people in it that make it a home
If you live in comfort
You'll never want to roam

Others are not so fortunate
For their home is on the street
They have no bed to sleep in
And no decent food to eat

They rely on the kindness of strangers
Who may part with their loose change
Some people cross the street to avoid them
And look at them as if they're strange

The homeless are the same as you and I
They're someone's estranged father or mother
They could be on a missing persons list
And be someone's sister or brother

Not all of those who beg
Are genuinely in need
Sometimes they have a house and car
Their begging is just greed

I think of those ex-servicemen
With no roof over their head
They used to fight for their country
Now a pavement is their bed

Society doesn't care
And the government care even less
I can't see a solution
In this world that is a mess

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