Short Solider Poems
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He stands before the giant tank,
until it halts,
and then, like a goliath,
climbs aboard,
and to the solider whispers,
peace.
Form:
Fallen solider
My,
how you fought,
All or nothing
Nothing
at all.
Now you stand
at heavens
door.
By: Sabina Nicole
Thinking of You
Running
And a hiding
In the water he would float
No one knew when he'd strike
Bow and arrow no joke
Overturning the odds he fought until the end
War he thought it was but it would end in peace again!!!!!!!!
As the devil grips his claws into the chest of man we pray to God Almighty for help.
Put your trust in me my son for every solider Will meet struggle, God replies.
Believe in me my son the path yet shown is bright just follow your heart.
Go to war in Iraq. Deny everything
Just don’t look back
Solider I gave you a direct order to shoot that woman
The one in all black
She’s wearing a bomb
Concealed in her wrap
I don’t care if you can’t see it
The US government doesn’t pay you to think
Quick shoot her in the head
Before she teaches her son to hate and kill back.
theres a game that life plays
i would like to take some time
to reveal the shadows of deceit
and the wasted years many place in there way
i tried to be a simple man
i tried to stay away
but the fall was close at hand
and like most i fell
but unlike most i stood back up to face the day
to solider on and die a hero of the people
Form:
he recited my poetry at the local bar downtown.
my solider, my soulmate.
lights.
reflections.
mirrors.
that was the name of his poem (well technically mine)
an embrace of transcendence, an embrace of color.
let me feel the glow of your skin.
he said.
unblemished.
he said.
hold me while I hold my hands.
glowing and growing freely.
There lay the body,
Of a broken solider,
The explosion swiped him clean,
His slow breaths,
Breathing in the murky air,
All that was left,
Of that poor man,
Was body, leg and arm,
He had a wife and 2 kids,
But now no more,
I still hear his laugh,
Of jokes once betold,
No more laughs for awhile,
The D-Day had struck.
16/7/10
10:10am
Form:
He is not a solider, but he works for peace.
He stays afar to build new dreams and hopes for his loved ones. Holding handful memories of happiness and longing to look his gems, as a hero to his daughters. Strangling all his dreams for love, with a smile in the unknown land.
billowing hands with
earnest eyes departs with hope
~to build new future
Money Greed Power
They send our dollar down the river...
The man who talks in time-
change minds - change rules
The man who talks in time-
Solider calling in with warning...
The man who talks in time-
They send our dollar down the river...
The man who talks in time-
Deals made-Deals broken
They send our dollar down the river...
The man who talks in time-
red river
the water flows in the little river.
not very fast so you can see the rocks on the bottom.
as you walk this river you see change that is a fear.
the river changes to red what a deed/
for the red is blood of a solider that died............
a blood red for freedom given
many have come and many have gone.
but the blood flows in this red river.of war blood
Shining star above,you see
Shine..you're the reason of my glee
Shine...even it's all black
My Pride...You..O my Flag
Solider there at the border
Hasn't sent the money order
Family Proudly sees on his body,your tag
My Pride...You..O My Flag
Fly high my Green and White
Do all u can to keep it at the very height
And If it falls you should be there to drag
My Pride..You..O My Flag
The broken solider coming home
From the war
With a parade just for him
You see him shed a tear
Thinking they tears of joy
But his
Crying for those unsung heroes who fought
And lost they lives
To save there country’s
They where his friends
They where his brothers
but know there gone
taken away from him
From hot lead shot by his enemy
But all he can do is just shed a tear and march on .
The Wounded Solider, his heart is heavy.He left his home, and everything he was taught not to do he's done.He's needs are help in so many ways He's are Sons are Daughters we have to reach with hands of God they been though Hell There minds are tormented.but are they really free,it's up to us to talk to them they fought for freedom and pay a price .they need the care to almost set them free.it's up to us to see.
In war there’s no mercy
With aged nor infancy
Women and children first
On the Grim Reaper’s hearse
Politicians all smile
And Generals hostile
Young solider do and die
You’re told pie in the sky
How much blood needs to spill?
How many kids to kill?
Before we work for peace,
For pointless deaths to cease?
Let’s slay poverty
Let’s share property
Let’s spread hope everywhere
By making trading fair.
The door is open in front of you
so what will you do
Will you let fear and insecurities
get the best of your dreams
If only you would believe
and then your dreams will be conceived
All you need is a little faith
and it will help you on your way
So don't give up, keep going
keep sowing into your dreams
Don't give into the devils schemes
be a solider if you know what I mean
just believe and God will intervene
Form:
It hurts so deep,
And you make me cry,
That maybe back at the station,
That, that was our last goodbye.
We both know that you're strong,
But we both know the chances,
That things go wrong.
I wait for you,
Wait for your call,
And never get a notice,
That battle,
Was your downfall.
Come back safely,
My Soldier Love,
My Captain,
Come home to safety.
March on home my Captain,
March on my solider love,
Keep you head up high,
And look to him above.
Sacrifice and Blood
War comes to often and blood flows
Death and destruction
Are only seen by those who sacrifice
One I knew we were brothers in battle
Wounded in the head and left for dead
Yet one brave solider risked his life
With bullets flying he ran to his side
Dragging him to safety
Dead the doctors thought
But yet saved his life
If bravery had another definition it would be called
Love
Dedicated to my brother the one shot in the head
He kicked the chair beneath his feet
Freeing himself
Forever in motion
Forever elevated
Forever caught in time
My brave solider
How sweet are your cries
Sweet as the cinnamon
On pancakes you told me to try
the first time we met.
The mixtures still fresh
yet the milks sour cow’s got his tongue out
your dead laughter fills the walls
the rope tightens.
So his glassy stare turns to stone
A smile whipped and cracked upon his face.
You’ve never looked so beautiful.