Stalingrad Poems - Poems about Stalingrad

Let fortitude confront the raging beast for wolfen corps from Hell have entered in. They surge in packs, savagely unleashed, to mutilate the innocence within. Let ev’ry child and mother of its name be fodder for this apathetic rage. Let death be death for blood spills all the same when cannon fire and mortal flesh engage. But nay a soul recedes from...

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As gods go forth to set the world a fire ‘tis ego that consumes the despot mind. While domination seeks its epic spire, the raging wars from east to west align. ‘Tis mere despite that veils a wailing world then amplifies to civil disarray. And bigotry is once again unfurled to righteously profess to seek its prey. But predators may underestimate the fight...

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Your doggedness left arrogance denied when dominance put ego on display. Oh Stalingrad, your heart was fortified as confidence kept Satan’s corps at bay. Not one step back was touted by command as blackened candles flickered by the score. Though death’s escape was readily at hand their hopes were merely casualties of war. Your iron will, against your river’s tide, from north and south,...

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the soldier. the pretty city girl. in a room of rust and patterned blood cover ash all in the riven air ash of city, ash of sacrifice, ash of soul "I came here a soldier. You have made a monster of me." he told her, in a voice as cancerously black and lost as any stygian ...

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Stalingrad During moments I yearned for forests grown for me alone, Caressing them in a dream, I could sense the throbbing of the heart Hidden beneath my ribs to bless my journey. Summoning me with a pulse that he recognizes in me. I heard the noise of abandoned smoke from a moment of care Join with me, Forcefully traversing desires to...

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Stalingrad 1942 City surrounded Bloodied human zoo Shattered buildings Architecture ruin Walls of peace Blasted and strewn In the rubble he crawls Suited white Background blend Silent For hours he lies Corpse still Eyes in focus Await his kill German Half-track Up ahead Scope fixed On the commanders head Range set Wind adjust Breathe in Shots a must Trigger squeezed Echo of sound Mosin-Nagant round Enemy bound In the blink of an eye Pace of...

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It comes every once so often Seeking the searing cry of pain With the persistence of starving men It finds the throne to reign Pushing and pushing until I rhyme Against my will I would do this Its determination to them cry Matches only the dying men If you should come ...

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Snow fell upon the marble eyes of the dead, And the magpies pecked the buttons on the coats, Drawn by the gleam of dulling brass attract, As the ravens sought the softness of the throats. Trees in naked staggers scratched the skies, And the guns in the distance snapped like cracking ice, In the pools of oil, flames guttered slowly out, On...

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