Soldier Tribute Poems | Examples
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One day a year to mark a sacrifice profound
One day a year to visit the ground
One day a year for the bugle to sound
One day a year a nation’s memory is found
Hardly enough for the terrible cost
Hardly enough for the lives that were lost
One day a year for the flags to adorn
One day a year the fallen to mourn
One day a year that honors our fallen
One day a year the nation is all in
Hardly enough for those left behind
Hardly enough is just being kind
Each day of the year they manned the wall
Each day of the year they served through it all
Each day of the year standing brave and tall
Each day of the year until the final fall
One day of the year to remember the valor
Hardly enough when measured by the pallor
Of the faces who bled and the families who suffer
So one day a year
One day a year
One day a year
Is hardly enough for
Duty
Honor
Sacrifice
Remember it all and never forget
For one day a year is all that they get
They do not march now,
but they still stand--
shoulder to shoulder
in quiet granite lines.
Each flag breathes
like a memory fluttering
in the hush between heartbeats.
They are not just names,
not just dates--
they are echoes of last letters,
mud-heavy boots,
songs sung beneath a foreign sky.
We walk between them,
heads bowed,
and feel the weight of freedom
we never had to earn.
This silence is not empty.
It is full--
with sacrifice,
with honor,
with a debt
we can only repay in remembrance.
I hear the flags whisper
Stiffened by a free wind
Blowing across a memory
Of friendship, of valor
Of sacrifice
Of freedom
The flawless beat of a warrior's heart
Unflinching in a passioned breast.
Unfamed by drudge and dreary toil,
marching onward in a deathless quest.
Forged by iron in flaming truth,
each beat carved by an untouchable sword.
Unknown is a hero's sacred stance
upon the fabric of time's eternal Word.
"TO ALL, and to those whom may be among the numbers of 'The Unknown' that my belated brother Kimo [August 26, 1969] may have known," ... by The Poet
(Lyrics attuned: "When the Roll Is Called Up Yonder")
1 When the drumbeat of your heart pound's not and time stops evermore,
And the mourns that aches a journal writes declare,
When the brave of Earth shall gather over on a listless shore,
And the role of honor list, you'll all be there.
Refrain:
When the role lists all an honor,
When the role lists all an honor,
When the role lists all an honor,
And the role of honor list, you'll all be there.
2 When your sins are long forgotten God's forgiveness dried your cries,
And the story of His goodness blesseth share;
All His soldiers kept on marching Heaven's Gate open to eyes,
And the role of honor list, you'll all be there. [Refrain]
3 You kept us safe, your loved ones who prayed, you're all be coming home,
Faithful hold unto hope and God's loving care,
Faith in God, honored country, and the loved ones, from us, The Known,
As the role of honored list, we'll all be there. [Refrain]
My hearts been exercised a lot
From the beating that won't stop
Getting faster when I see
Loving eyes staring at me
Or breaking each time you go
And I hit an all time low
Until you are back again
Not liking where you have been
But there's nothing I can do
Because our red, white and blue
Will stay safe as you defend
Our country until the end
Of each war that makes me cry
Praying that you will not die
And come back to me so safe
I want to see your loving face
Step off that plane with the others
Who decided to be soldiers
And protect the U.S.A.
Prayers are sent they'll be O.K.
Returning from another war
Walking through their families door
I look up to someone who
Doesn't know the things they do
Keeps me safe from harm each day
Every time they go away
And do a job without regret
It's something I won't forget
In harms path they will stroll down
Fear is something never found
Inside these heroes minds and hearts
I admire them a lot
Firefighters cops and soldiers
A heavy load on their shoulders
Determined they take a stand
Protecting people in this land
Of freedom. I salute you all
Don't be ashamed or think your wrong
If you cant be really strong
You've been through events so rough
Your job can be really tough
Seeing things so horrible
It is very terrible
That you have to go through this
Most people will seem to miss
The nightmares you have to face
They could never take your place
It's a job that takes a toll
Tearing at your very soul
When you remember friends you lost
From your troop. It is the cost
You pay defending folks like me
Missing your own family
Who worry every single day
For their soldiers far away
Who are special veterans
Being saluted once again
Every November but I say
Let's salute them every day
It's the least we all can do
For the folks that pull us through
Men women and the puppies
Keeping us safe why can't we see
How much we owe them every day
Please just don't push them away
At five feet, five and a hundred and ten
The Marines said, “sorry, too small of a man.”
Yet he became greatest of World War men,
The Army’s David to Goliath stands.
An orphan at the early age of sixteen,
Enlisted at nineteen then off to war.
As part of the 15th infantry team,
Lived four hundred days of front-line gore.
Audie earned honors for courage and bravery,
Every medal of valor, his story.
Through the horrors of war so unsavory;
The most decorated soldier in (U.S.) history.
He embodies the greatest generation,
Yet today, we are so bereft.
Are there any of Audie's persuasion
To redeem what valor is left?
Your blood cries out to us
beneath a benign grassy grave
Yours was the ultimate sacrifice
all for our freedom to save
One day a piper, with stylish intent,
Wore a tartan kilt, in full regiment.
But with far too much swagger,
He sat down on his dagger.
Now he laments, in a high pitched accent.
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In full regiment, means, without under garments.
Oh, dear Sparrow! Fallen still
Softly feathered where you lay
As of a soldier gently eased
To sleep in dreams away
Whose dying wish was lost, was lost
In wars of yesterday
Your folded wings are nestled close
Your uniform unmarred
There is no stain upon your coat
Nor mark upon your bars
It seems from battle you emerged
Without a battle scar
For there you are composed, serene
Your earthly visage calm
No sign of struggle or of strife
No specter of alarm
Nor outward damage I can see –
Within, then, be the harm
Where broken wounds internalize
Beyond the battlefield
Where kamikaze skirmishes
Could not survive the steel
And solid soundness of the pane
Which from you did not yield
To you then, fallen warrior
In tribute, hear my prayer –
That you may soar unbounded, free
With worry none, nor care
In everlasting flight on wings
As virtual as air –
Say, oh!
It must be some sort of a Day!
Streets are bristling in baskets and laughter.
Shop fronts floating in banners,
and somewhere....
The concrete under our feet
Throbs with beginning, distant beat.
Motorcycle putt
Two by two
Stern-faced riders
Dark in blue
Legions of boots and brown,
Their arms fling high and back
Hats cocked, unfurling like salute.
Swing stick switches
Left foot...right! With the snap
A silken tassel twitches
And the horns behind the column crack
Suddenly, the breathless beating air!
Snatches of the melody are familiar.
Golden trumpets raise their throats to catch the sun,
Blaring open-mouthed triumphant chorus-
Good, we are good!
Strong, we are strong!
Warriors, honorable and glorious!
The drumbeat measures out in disappearing lines
Gradually, gently diminishing to perspective.
The taste of glory ages and dries upon the years
Where crumpled paper scrapes along the wind
And traffic lights go red and green again.
Our soldiers in world War II fought in Italy
till now we narrate with glory their history
Lofty glory be to the soldiers
Who committedly protect the land -
It's people and the line of culture ,
Of the time-run ,running and future ,
Woods, rivers, fields and stretch of sand;
The sure and unique armed purgers
Of all evils and wanton attacks filthy ,
Besides averting all entrance stealthy .
Like a feeble child safe and sure
Of its parent in close proximity,
The nation's wholesome entity prime
Has a secure and complacent clime ;
Like immunity guarding until extremity,
You defend, and do calamities endure ;
Steady then be your task intrepid...
Success be ever at your brave bid .
Armoured with courage and confidence ,
In blizzard ,showers or landslides any
Rescuing victims, selflessly run the risk ;
With infinite vigour do always feats brisk -
Save ,set ,move and such a great many ,
Truly is manifest ,reliance and defence ;
Words fall short and render feelings mute
Hence : a formal , alert honour-salute..!