War Poems | Examples of War Poetry

The uk is guilty too Stop hiding behind America You were involved too It's time for you to take the stand Reveal the blood on your hands Accountability is calling your name America can't take all the blame When it was them who followed your lead Joining the slave trade from your influence Don't hide behind black American history...

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Force that turns glass shards to mists and causes girders to bend and twist flesh and bone cannot resist nor mortal word can console this pushed to the brink with blotted ink the buttons pressed have secret links to battles pitched it might seem rich for ribbon bars as spirits lift the bodies stiff a cheek to kiss for some they dare not lift the lid an endless list of...

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ANSWERING A WARRING QUESTION Why must there always be war? Can peace not be without war? Yes, but with less money: Leaving power mongers Less oppressive over Poor you and me:- ...

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CEASEFIRE* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ peace hearts mend shadows fade hope blooms softly grace *Note:This poem was published at Poetry Soup (poetrysoup.com › poems › best › ceasefire) on June 27, 2025. I deleted it, but this is my original poem. ...

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In halls where silence cloaked the dread, You raised a voice, though fear had spread. With leaflets fluttering like doves in flight, You lit a candle in the night. Not with guns, nor iron might, But truth and courage, fierce and bright. A rose in winter, pure and still, Defying hate with steadfast will. Your words, like whispers through the air, Asked hearts to...

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Modern Concentration Stamps For Query Heights of subtly decide the best points for invention Delights of brevity decide the next poetic composition Insights of entropy reside and then collide in patient comprehension Conspicuous engagements of the outspoken looking for transparent attention Ridiculous derangement of the broken ones that should have been all about prevention Ambiguous retainment of...

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Idiosyncratic Introspection Fear turned inward can only eventually present outward in its expression Tears are trepidatious when dealing with years of emotional repression Lear as in the King was another vehicle for literary confession Clear as water from a river bed that keeps your mind flowing in thoughtful procession Culmination of such tension brings a terse...

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It might be a city of paradise in Bosnia, Its memories are as fragile as a vase The horrors and tears stained on the canvas of time And it's something that no one forgets. With a child snatched from his mother, Begging her to pray for his soul As fear ascends like a dark cloud Standing in line and awaitng the...

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Words Not For The Faint Of Heart Commemoration for those gone before Affectation of all you continue to adore Altercation at the start of a burgeoning world war Annihilation of the injured, innocent and poor Commensurate collusion of the parliamentary debate Irreverent confusion at the celebration of the state Degenerate delusion as they refuse to integrate...

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Most so called world leaders have been abused.' Than eases the task of making Them of use.' War is always the main ploy The shop window , that can be employed.' The display arranged, to entice.' Never a light On the backdrop of velvety vice.' Its mostly About (freedom and choice) and the medium With strident voice.' With the marrow of...

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Happy Mother’s Day! Hooray, should I say? Nay! ‘Tis naught but disarray you fool I dodge ducks – their beluga-toned feathers at least– and the platinum pillows from whence they came Whizzing by like my long four years of fame, Eggs of pikachu hue, toast of darkest sinew Oh no, I must go She’s as happy as a blobfishy How was I to...

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As if these lands were separate, As if our minds weren't one, As if land and sea were dichotomy, of darkness and the sun. Pangea's cleavage tells the tale, To fail here as but one. All secedes from sense of we, on a planet's pedigree. Family's but a split from those, Whose own claim to be the same. Round about in...

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When the pungent dust and smoke settles on empty streets and on the rubble strewn, bombed out blocks - when all colour has been bled out of the land leaving a shroud of deathly grey, what can we do but weep and let our tears trickle down onto that red geranium clinging to life in a battered pot balanced on the last windowsill left standing in our homeland. ...

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Oh, Wounded Warrior. Battle lines and battle scars hidden in plain sight. Many of us now asking was it really worth the fight? Some of us wear uniforms. Some of us wear shame. It doesn’t really matter. The outcome’s still the same. Missing limbs, missing minds. Broken, tossed about. Whipped by winds of chaos. So often left in doubt. It’s in the heart, it’s in the eyes. You’ll...

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Upon my graduation from MIT, they didn’t hand me a diploma. They handed me a mask— and a seat at the table of shadows. They called me Director, but in truth, I became a ghost in the wires— a puppeteer of perception, twisting public minds like wind turns leaves. We didn’t drop bombs. We dropped whispers— tweets, headlines, a viral meme. We knew the frequency of...

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