Tracers Poems - Poems about Tracers

...The desolate perfection of solitude. The shiver of recognition that there is only one being on the mountain, and that’s you. The pine trees watch, the boulders brood, but there is no one there. The s......Read the rest...

...A Poem [ Viet Nam] By Patrick Kelly The last minutes of evening yields to the moon’s shadowed night, giving me a few moments to nibble the last of my “Band O......Read the rest...

...All over pure and white, all over plain and bright, we're inborn peace embracers, true tranquility tracers. All the time abstaining from vileness, violence and violation, we've lived our self-disc......Read the rest...

...Visions unendurable Thoughts not erasable Tracers of red Running through my heard Yellow smoke for the dust off Brings tears Death and destruction Memories of loss Haunting images Ghosts......Read the rest...

...Crouching down, I'm foxhole bound, crawling forward I seen it, its around. I ducked my head, while covering one eye, as soon as the enemies flare lit up the night sky. Machine gun bullets quickly......Read the rest...

...Vietnam was Fifty Years Ago By Franklin Price 8/30/2018 Vietnam was fifty years ago Around the world across the sea God went with me on tour Now it's just a memory The Air Force was my ser......Read the rest...

...Tasseled Dreams The thought of the future we will never have was pollinating foul fuzzy particles in the air, slowly following the wake of all those tasseled dreams I held onto to for far too ......Read the rest...

...A HOT LZ AT NIGHT Rotors swimming in the air, my feet towards the skids; flying fast in darkness. Pack tight against my body, one hand for the bird, one hand for the rifle. Tracers lazi......Read the rest...

...Fear A dark night and all seems well When out of nowhere, the bright burst This stirs so much to tell People running to the berm Rifles firing, mortars thumping and people screaming I go......Read the rest...

...They were young then, now they would be old men looking across an empty beach, the sun at their back; for many this would be their last day to grow old; dead in the water; dying on the sand of Omaha ......Read the rest...

...spring melts into summer’s light proving wrong that still despair, chilled in winter’s heart, has corroded to the marrow for even poppies bloom in broken fields and shell holes bones blankete......Read the rest...

...I was told those who care less suffer less I believed I was doing this for you Pretending not to care Not when we shot those arty rounds Not when we threw chemicals at you Not as I rejoiced at......Read the rest...

...BLACK BREWRIES BRAVENESS Black brewries braveness In ink incorporative individualism Those Thinny tracers ticking Time Be-little black braveness baselessly Mirror my motion moves momentously ......Read the rest...

...time distortions of memory tricks played out of things thought but not old photos tell stranger tales of two dimensional places of younger eyes and tender faces 8mm and slideshows o......Read the rest...

...Sitting and waiting for the whistle to blow again twice in just one day, I sat and watched the various signs, the returning spring across fields, In a copse there was a wood lark singing also in th......Read the rest...