Trenches Poems - Poems about Trenches

whistles blare gun powder in the air lead pours overhead I can't wait to feel my bed I line up my rifle breathe and squeeze my orders are to strife I run empty so I freeze the quit nights are haunted this conflict was unwanted one more tally added; I can't mask it make sure they spell it right on my casket...

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Dear Ma, if this letter finds Your gentle hands, your quiet eyes, Knowing I have fallen where silence climbs, Beneath a blood-rubbed, broken sky. The wind here howls like wolves in chains, Gnawing the bones of godless ground. The trees wear coats of charred remains, Their arms outstretched but never found. Our prayers are whispered into mud, Where poppies bloom from brothers' blood. And every...

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Disgruntled troops fall in line when the head honcho appears Long-time rebels go soft in the mouth Seems they now value their paychecks as they retreat to the womb of a company...

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VERSE 1 We were young and strong, We were only kids when we started striving At 8 I left my parents for friends, together we voiced the streets paving ways for a future we know nothing about Endangering our lives, being addicts to some substance An attack on one of us, is an attack on all of us, was...

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Now this is my definition of love It's much like wrestling in the mud You get down and dirty And say things quite flirty Then it all comes together with a thud You scream bloody murder together Promise your undying love forever Roll over and whisper The name of her sister Then you realize that wasn't too clever She pummels your head without mercy You attempt...

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War War is real It’s bad for your health They send you to death And embellish their wealth War is necessary The propagandists rev you Til you hate the scum Who have families like you Sister, wife and mum. You’ll fight for freedom While you do as your told The blood in your veins Becomes icy cold. Your name on a monument Your wife touches the letters Your kids cry...

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Join up and enlist Kitchener said, the Army will be such fun For King and country, make your mother proud son. However life at the minute, it ain't that good I've stood on a mine, losing lots of blood. I've pins and needles now, feeling rather faint I need urgent help or my prospects ain't exactly great. help arriving now, trying...

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37 this Saturday My expectations come into play Thinking I'd be in another place By this time I've had great Love and great Loss Been broken down at a heavy cost No one to pull me back to shore Drowned the sorrows I couldn't ignore Worked in the trenches, rescued friends Still feeling lonely in the end No little...

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Out of the mud, springs of solid souls come forth smeared by the dirt, but not stained with the stigma in the vile sparks of inhumanity, a wellspring of humanity is birthed putting smiles on furrowed souls, fiercely putting out the darkness I am unabashed about the trenches, from there staggering ingenuity sprouts!...

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There was once a girl so happy that despite her imperfections, her smile would shine brighter than the sun. When the sky would turn dark and a storm would brew, you could bet she’d run in and bring back the sun. Her laugh almost like a sirens song managing to distract everyone around her from...

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vast night. i was lost again in a nightmare inside myself, the most threatening of places. but I haven't been there before, I asked. I mean, what the hell am I still doing here, sitting in the company of anguish, drinking alcohol from the synapses at the table of the mind, whispering secrets in my trenches, while the bullets of the world, this enemy so absurdly real, comb...

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“Ukraine, Winter of Discontent” The many winters of our discontents Lie in trenches with the dead. Mothers in pain. Boys lost in vain. Nothing plainly gained. What empire will repent? Saving souls from Hells bloodied gate. Piled high in trenches is their fate, As priests lament their deaths A crown will not relent. What cause is there so prodigious? Slaughters all who differ?...

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Who waits on tomorrow when today is barely tolerable? greet the sun and the light Green leaves, Warm brown bark. How many dawns will see them still, as they have always been? It happened a century past. See the Black Hand. See Ferdinand. See war born of nothing. The young men crawl hopeless toward the trenches. Suffocation. Putrification. This generation sacrificed and abandoned, lost, came creeping home broken....

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soldier and medic, in the thick of war; his first-ever deployment. frozen with fear amid intensifying gunfire; crouching down in the foxhole, trembling friendly fire whizz back and forth. blood-soaked casualties of war litter the battlefield, all around him as he treats the gravely wounded. all too often, helplessly watching some in his care succumb to gunshot wounds. sea of human lives lost, unbearable; a harrowing scene! the ugliness of war, he's seeing for the very...

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It's easier to hate than to love love takes time to nurture constant dialogue from the trenches of time comes mutual respect. Hate is a flash bomb a nail to the face a bloody lip instant gratification a raw stroke to the ego With love, you must walk through brushfires to get to the other side but in the end there is a cleansing by fire and it's every little...

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