War Poems | Examples of War Poetry

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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This life is a fierce battlefield, Little did I know before my birth, My weapons should have been better honed, So no earthly force could conquer me. Friends I made while I was nobody, Turned to foes when I sought to be somebody, Those I loved with all my heart and soul Blew pepper in my eyes when vision blurred. Deceit...

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Scattered around is destruction and debris blast- Things rendered shapeless and futile ,but to ooze Disgust and infinitely depressing misery profuse; What was a pleasure and intact heaven, is lost ! Paralysed life and sickly breath is just a doom; What came up in the spirit and sprouts of affinity, And the blooming faith finds its end to...

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I wore no uniform— just silence and suits. A ghost in global rooms, a whisper behind the curtain. I was a civilian, but my job was war. They called it "analysis," but what I did was study souls. The psychology of power— Presidents, rebels, kings. We knew their childhoods, their fears, their fault lines. I was trained to see through smiles. To know, from a handshake, what could break a man. Africa. We...

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This war was not born in the fields of Ukraine, But in boardrooms, treaties, and promises betrayed. In 1990, beneath quiet lamps and whispered words, The West told Russia, “No inch eastward.” History remembers. Power forgets. Then came the boots of NATO, Not with bombs, but with intent— Expanding silently, Like shadows stretching across time. Each step east, each vow broken, Tightened the circle until it...

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Dragon tongue Ill be your dragon I see your smile Through your alien face I didn't mean to abandon you In time when the army needs us most Without the mass graves How can we take this land Just leave em for dead But don't kill them That beautiful spot On the hill with the flowers in bloom Now could be someone's tomb Forfeit the blue...

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Gunner What has woken you, Gunner? What is it you hear? Can you sense the beat of heavy engines drawing near? There’s been no alert, Gunner, the lads are all at ease. But you know something’s up, don’t you? Won’t you tell us please? I heard that little growl, Gunner, low and in your chest. Is the time right now, Gunner?...

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The most popular educational trend Courses labeled as ‘STEM’ Science, Technology, Engineering, Math Offerings that lead to destruction and wrath Nuclear fusion and fission they...

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