Viet Nam Poems - Poems about Viet Nam

Too far across the sea in a place I'd rather not be, on the winds of war ... another day slips into forever. I keep my head low, pray Charlie doesn't know; once again I'm running for cover. The napalm flames get higher, like an effigy on fire ... burning down my high school memories. I wonder if love still resides in the places we used...

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Gary returned to his small town with a plate in his head. He had been bright but was not quite that much now. A gung-ho soldier who had survived a year in Nam. He spent the next year painting his car red white and blue. He drove pretty girls around in parades after that. A changed man, a soldier, who...

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A pretty girl Posting a letter In November Sending it to young soldier The wind sent her skirts swirling Expectations were in the air No one would ever know How much this act of kindness would mean To a soldier in Viet Nam on his last day...

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He dreams day dreams of horror. He could be anywhere, But in his mind he’s instantly Back inside that village there. He hears those jungle sounds Again and again and again, Just one of that platoon of Tired and frightened men. He smells again that smell; Napalm that kisses and clings, Turning living feeling bodies Into writhing screaming things. He senses again the movement At the very edge...

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A Poem [ Viet Nam] By Patrick Kelly The last minutes of evening yields to the moon’s shadowed night, giving me...

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Yes death was an awakening We did not realize we carried it with us Until our smiles were wiped clean And the laughter had stopped It did not take long. Vietnam was life game changer We had been thrust into jungles As GI Joe’s, ready to kick some butt Instead, we were the ones being kicked. As trigger explosions were going off and...

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steamy jungle dense undergrowth viny overgrowth thickets abound -- monkeys chatter foretelling doom snakes hissing eerie sirens -- bamboo sticks in the ground spiked with poison puncture unsure feet... all to protect an unseen enemy raining bullets down from nowhere ~ Viet Nam, 1966 ~...

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viet nam is happening his leg is gone i am sorry i say and thank you for your sacrifice it is not enough but it is all i have...

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Watching the lushness pass below me Rivers lazy, paddies verdant Crater ringlets there to show me Wanton murder too often fervent Young men dying, futures slaughtered An idiotic, absurd endeavor Unborn sons and unborn daughters Our loss, their loss, gone forever Who remembers, who considers Those whose dreams that ended there? Souls for sale to highest bidders My soul, their souls, shared despair Time...

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1969 was a sad year for those aware of Viet Nam We were seventeen and eighteen It was in the news but what did it have to do with us? Our love was intense He wore white jeans that made me wild He knew it, so he wore them often Driving me crazy Nothing else mattered, nothing else mattered We thought no one...

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It was the early 70's Viet Nam was in full swing. Tommy fell out of his seat in class, Amusing us, making us laugh "Even the army would not take you," a teacher said. Making us laugh harder For that was when the draft was in full swing also. Tommy called his mother before we graduated "This is for you, Mom," he...

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monkey playful friend from Viet Nam sent by loving soldier 60's...

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Troops confidently led to Ong Thanh Stream United States Companies B and D. Watched as air strikes troubled the VC team. Later found seventeen killed enemy. Silver Star presented to Welch that day. Captain Nguyen Van Lam set up ambush. First Platoon reported trees were a sway. A claymore mine exploded in a rush. US Military put a spin on it. Ong Thanh was...

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(Machine gun bullets, or is that rain? Mud spackled riv'lets down the drain.) Did you ever think that the truth was funny? Same old joke for any Money. Burns are red,...

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© Ben Burton 5/30/2016 "Paw-paw," the young man asked, "how come you never talk about the war The one Dad told me you fought in, in 1964?" The gray-haired man replied, through dejection in his eyes "Some things are better left unsaid, except of those who bled and died Which war it was should bear no weight, they died fighting...

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