Veteran Poems - Poems about Veteran

Please tell me it’s not true In supporting the Red white and blue That not a lot of women are Honorable And barely any women are notable So to the far few and in between I hope your life will shine and glean Where we may not be many, but just a few Who go combat hatred people spew For...

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WHAT BEGAN WITH PETER GARGANO TREASURY OF THE KNIGHTS IF COLUMBUS SAN CARLOS BEACH IGNITING A CAR BOMB IN MY FACE HE THEN HIRED JAMAICAN JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY AKA JAMAICAN JOY Y JONES MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBANDS NIGHT CRAWLER THAT HE SHARED WITH PETER GARGANO TO IMPERSONATE MY IDENTITY IN ORDER TO EMBEZZLE A...

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They dressed me in dust and called it a uniform, Handed me thunder stitched in steel, Told me the sky breaks different When you pull the trigger. I was nineteen, Still dreaming in my mother’s accent, Still soft in the places They'd soon carve into callous. War, they said, was order— A hymn of strategy and sweat, A chessboard with bones for bishops And pawns that...

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War Is loud. But inside, I am quiet— Counting every breath. Mud clings like old regrets. Smoke writes names across the sky. I don’t remember why we came, Just the look in my captain’s tired eyes. We move forward. That’s the only command....

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The silence here is not of peace— It hums like blood beneath the skin, A hollow hush that will not cease, A quiet carved from what has been. No birds, no breeze. Just broken ground, And boots that whisper through the dust. Even echoes fear this sound, Where dreams break and memories rust. I used to hear the laughter loud, My brother's voice, a...

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They said the sun would rise again, But not how red it burns at dawn— A bleeding orb above the hills, Where shadows march and boys are drawn. We kissed our mothers’ hands goodbye, The station rang with rust and steam. Our boots were new, our hearts unscarred, Still halfway clinging to a dream. The sergeant’s voice was gravel-rough, It ground the child from...

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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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Respire Make of me a banished son To walk this world alone With heavy heart and heavy load The boulder and the stone Make of me a loyal friend A soldier at your side To be there when it matters most A brother all your life Make of me a mighty sword An instrument of death I was me but now he's gone And this is...

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AWAKEN TO ANOTHER HOME INVASION ALTERING MEDICATIONS OF DISABLED VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES TODAY I'M TERRIFIED MY MEDICATIONS MIGHT ACTUALLY BE TAINTED WITH FENTANYL WHY WOULD THIEVES BREAK IN YOUR HOME FOR KLONOPIN FOR MY SEVERE PANIC ATTACKS OR TAMPERING WITH MY LEXAPRO BUSPRIONE LAMOTRIGINE OLANZAPRINE FOR MY SEVERE ANXIETY DISORDER KEEPING AWAKE DURING THE...

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Last Full Measure Car pulls into the driveway two doors slam. Gravel crunches as feet walk to the porch. Thump, thump, thump slow walk to porch. Ding, ding, ding, ding doorbell chimes its dirge. Mother traces her finger over photo of son. Tears drip to the floor, as she answers the summons. Two grim faced men in uniform heads bared enter. Ma’am we regret to inform you. ...

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Deus Volt I scream by my brother's side, a distinct bell rings measuring 39mm wide, high stepping over the deconstructed rubble, klashnikov volley is what's giving us trouble, our advancement through the city begins to slow, primary and secondary left with one mag to go, (clink) armor so tight it impedes the breathing, (clank) honor steps in like a sword unsheathing, (clink) clinking...

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Here I lie in wait, for the enemy at the gate, it's not like they haven't been here before, carrying their AK74, Isis or cartel they're all bad, what they've done haunts me till I'm sad, every shadow's move catches my eye, this may be the night my enemies die, even at night my pistol sights glow, it becomes so quiet I hear my...

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Resting on a bench outside the old city wall I heard a tapping. A blind man was approaching. As he felt his way he would tap my legs, so I said hello. He sat beside me and asked who I was. I spoke no Hebrew, Shlomo hardly any English. He tried German and Spanish. A little French we had in common. Lonely I guess, he asked me back...

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Thank you for your faith in the country you so love that you’d offer up your life in a cataclysmic strife. Thank you for your courage, although you shook inside. You did all that was required, no matter what the price. The noise of guns and mortar convulsed the fetid air. You saw beloved comrades lie bleeding at your side. You suffered pain...

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It’s been too long since you went away. Now nights are long, and days are gray. Tears too frequent and embraces missed, The sound of your voice and your tender kiss. Your empty seat at the dinner table Leaves us unbalanced, and life unstable. When you are gone, all is diminished The workload is hard and much unfinished. But oh, how the joy...

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