Short Howitzer Poems

Short Howitzer Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Howitzer by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Howitzer by length and keyword.


Premium Member Innocence with Blood

    A howitzer does not shoot flowers
       Missiles are designed to kill

    A battlefield’s not for tender hearts
       Innocence with blood is spilled
Form: Rhyme


H

Hindemith hindered her hibernation hopes.
How hansome harmonies hurt.
They hint at her lonliness, her homelyness.
She hunts her heart, hankering for a humdinger to hold her here.
Honour? Him? 
Her hand hits a howitzer.
She hears him.
It's heady to hold.

But perhaps better to let go.

Rule of Timmer

Use a sledgehammer to crack a nut
                                   Use a howitzer to blast you butt
                                      This was the rule of Timmer
                                         He was a creative beamer
                                 Put fire to his hut in imaginative smut
Form: Limerick

The Spoon

and a mobile howitzer (a mortar track) 
had blown-up,
nothing remained,  except the flattened 
bottom;
and what was left of the crew,  you could 
have scooped up with a spoon:

and when  I asked the priest,  where their 
souls had gone;  those that heard, sucked a tooth
and called  me a "goddam hippy,"

Saucer

SAUCER



                          We are proud of our newspaper “Saucer”
                             They say It will never be a pauser
                                     Words run like pigeon
                                       From every region
                               And deliver truth like a howitzer
Form: Limerick


Runaway Gun

Ready the gun, action to the rear!
the 105 howitzer should give them something to fear!
why hadn't sergeant felt the toss?
the men jumped out 
among each gunner
a shamed face shows
for each of them 
already knows
we have their position!
prep the munition!
he drops his hands
and stops his commands 
Sergeant sees his worst fear
the gun was lost
it was no where near
one single tear 
fell from his eye
without our gun 
our men will die
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