Brave War Poems | Examples
These Brave War poems are examples of War poems about Brave. These are the best examples of War Brave poems written by international poets.
switch the light on
and never turn it off
once the darkness is gone
you'll fall in love
when the light shines for you
you can finally see just what they do
and once you know
the future may not be bright
because terror hides in plain sight
all you have
they'll try to take
all you love and
all you make
for power and money
is all they crave
send you to war
because they are so
brave brave [brave, brave]
we are the ones who win the wars
and they are the ones
who keep us on the floor
fight their battles
but never win
return home
and wonder why the wars begin
343
A tragic event 24 years ago.
A picture can say 1,000 words.
In memory of those we lost.
Time has passed, we have not forgotten.
How could this happen?
Survive and move on.
343 and the brave.
In honor till this day.
A hijack in the sky.
Two planes crash in sight.
This will change our lives forever.
So many worked in the Twin Towers.
I just wanted to say thank you.
For our firefighters that day at our Nation Capital.
New York is home for many.
Stand with us while the terrorist bleeds.
Stand strong into tomorrow.
Honor them in a memorial. (2006)
Never forget that morning.
Unite this country in new beginnings.
Raise up our colors.
Red, white and blue for our brothers.
Last Reflection
You have paid the ultimate price,
And I, made the greatest sacrifice.
When the time came
You answered the call
And gave your all.
My son, what remains of you
Lies in this casket in dress blues.
I hope the cause was just and true,
So, I, will not your death rue.
I know that you were brave
And other’s lives did save.
I know most will forget your name
But I can’t find it in my heart to blame
For they may be standing here like me
Knowing what it takes to be free.
Behold the brave ten thousand men
When called to war they rushed right in
Leaving both hearth and home behind
Unaware of what they might find
In fertile fields their foes had nested
Strong as steel and battle tested
Eyes afire and nerves were steady
Standing stoic and at the ready
Ten thousand men eyes full of fear
Held their ground as the horde drew near
The thunder rolled and the lightning flashed
The blood would fly as the armies clashed
By end of day the war raged on
All through the night until the dawn
Ten thousand men had met their doom
In fertile fields where the lilies bloom
When the Allies won WW Two
Who dared say boo
From 1948 to '73, Israel won four wars
Her brave civilian-soldiers rightly admired too
When America bailed out of Vietnam
It paved the way for her disgraceful exit from Afghanistan
Though war may be the last resort
once in, fight to win ~ never abort
When he grows up he wants to be
a hero in a man’s army
He’ll join the war and fight the foe
to foreign shores he’ll gladly go
His sweetheart he will kiss farewell
his parents’ hearts will truly swell
He’ll proudly don his uniform
and head off to the gath’ring storm
But soon the smirk will leave his face
when bursts of bombs and missiles chase
him underground as scared as hell
He'll lose control, begin to yell…
Brave dreams give way to brutish war
~ no hero ever clamors for
Iambic Tetrameter ~
I pity the refugee’s road of flight,
the children of the shanty and the gun
who on all humanity are a blight -
who die or live unto be an orphan.
I pity the meagre, the forgotten
who a crisis of ravages endure,
whose fate is that of the misbegotten
and whose need is now, real, grave, just, and raw!
I pity the terrorised, the wartorn,
the sacked and conquered that bury their dead -
the child bride, the child slave still to be born
and alas the lost soul already bred.
I pity the brave girl I used to know
and wonder dreadfully where did she go?
Written: August 2006
Pilgrims aboard the Mayflower
As sails made the most of the breeze
Longed to make home in a brave new land
Enduring the most vicious seas
Finally, anchored they ‘trod’ Plymouth rock
And not one was in a bikini
Conflict with locals would rage on and on
Eventually there would be Chablis
Onward mere mortal man
Your stoic heart abides
Armor clad you make a stand
To brave the swelling tides
Quiet of conscience bred
You fight the torrid breeze
Over feudal lands you bled
And the tempest tossed seas
No obstacle prevails
Your courage has no bounds
To the mast you lash your sails
And dock on foreign grounds
Honor you long defend
What mighty soul you hoard
When at last you greet the end
To relinquish shield and sword
Vladimir Putin
needs a swift ****-bootin'!
Stop inflicting so much pain
on the brave people of Ukraine!
It is a poet who sings
It's a writer who tells
His stories.
It is an author who expresses himself
He is a speaker of the highest esteems
Who review the sad memoirs.
He is a brave man who externalizes himself
It is a poet who analyzes
Actions, fictions and facts.
It's a brother who fights
It's a soldier in the middle of a proxy war
Who preaches harmony, love and peace.
Copyright © May 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
This is constructed in the CUBE16 style I created several years ago.
As conscripts March
and war is nigh,
fear grips men’s hearts.
Stern looks belie.
Their ears are filled
with rifle shot.
The one for them
they hear it not.
As battles rage,
lives beckon risk.
Anticipate
dread’s obelisk.
Fierce battles end,
then quiet falls.
The lofty brave
feel dreadful palls.
Does war resolve
the burning hate,
or does it let
the rage abate?
War never is
an ending place.
It soon approves
a new hot space.
As calm returns,
its time is short.
Those wanting war
will soon extort.
Can peace exist
where boots now trod?
Peace has one source.
The grace of God.
Their sacrifice for country's sake
No hero does a coward make
Sleeps safe in bed throughout the night
While better men will stand and fight
Those few who rush when nations call
Are there to breach the rampart's wall
Dodging bullets while bombs explode
No man left behind is their code
Relying on one another
Side by side, brother to brother
The brave is strengthened by their will
The coward weakly whimpers still
Unsigned: the bullet that entered my chest
No sender’s name and no sender’s address
So be this my lot then I shall find peace
In knowing I died a hero at least
Go now my brothers and crush this assault
No man that dies here shall have died for naught
Each man who falls while still holding his gun
Dies for the freedom of all and of one
Bring woe to those who would snatch us from Earth
Under these skies that shall witness our worth
Linger a while should you face your life’s end
Lest you may rise up to bear arms again
*
Even ’pon seventy years here I stand
To honour the brave who fought for our land
The brave son goes off to war
visions of victory in his eyes
His father mouths a tender goodbye
turns away ~ breaks down and cries
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Talked to my son, who was on the Gaza
border, just before his phone was locked
up and he went into combat.