Children War Poems | Examples
These Children War poems are examples of War poems about Children. These are the best examples of War Children poems written by international poets.
The world is at war with attacking drones silent
the sky
Delivering it's deadly load on the people who are about to die
This assassin's tool that delivers pain in a stealth and deadly silence
Belongs in the war of today bringing hate death and violence
You will not hear it's engine just maybe a little bit of humming
You will have no idea where it is or from what direction it will be coming
The drone started as a toy intended for children to play
Not to used in silent attacks and to take innocent lives away
CHILDREN AND THE WET GROUND
Children run and play.
Suddenly, thunder is heard;
But no raindrops fell:-
What came raining down were bombs:
Leaving a bloody wet ground:-
We were the USA all tried and true
red, white and blue in 1952
our archenemy, our nemesis was the USSR
we despised them
We were capitalism, they were communism
we kids knew that we needed to win the space race
there was much cheering for our astronauts
We thought we were ahead
Lots of propaganda said we were anyway
The Berlin Blockade and Cuban Missile Crisis were on the news
There were McCarthy trials for writers and actors in Hollywood
USA children were taught to despise the USSR
The USSR was our enemy; it was okay to hate them
We knew they were bad, even if we did not know how
The cold war did not include actual fighting
But it sure did include propaganda and espionage
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When our children were mere babies…
dependent on us for food, love, shelter…and more
it never crossed our minds
to send them off to war.
I wish we…and our leaders would remember…
when declaring war…
knowing the death and destruction that will befall
those women and men you send to fight…
are still someone’s babies after all.
ABANDONING WAR FOR PEACE: A SCRIPTURAL PERSPECTIVE
Remember and be encouraged by the blessed scriptures:
“And let the peace that comes from Christ rule…your hearts.
For as members of one body, you are called to live in peace…”
Likewise, in thanksgiving prayer, also be forever inspired
In knowing “God blesses those who…[labor]...for peace,
For they will be called the…[blessed]...children of God.”
the children of nations….perish in the wars
of their elders folly
Don't know what to say.
Of the world today.
The price we must eventually pay.
The need to prove ones might.
Who is even right.
Death from a far
Still leaves a scar.
Sheds a tear.
Huddled in fear.
The children cry.
Without knowing why.
Death falls from the sky.
So sad.
Sorry about your dad.
War is hell.
Just ring that bell.
Humanity....
Plain insanity ....
Why do you kill each other off.
At people's pain you scoff.
We are all part of the human race.
No disgrace.
...To let love rule...
Be the tool.
Spread the word.
Sometimes.
Writing my rhymes.
Thinking my voice is never heard.
Blind to the written word.
I try.
But still the children cry.
And die.
I feel their pain.
Leaves such a stain.
Breaks my heart
Lives torn apart
Don't know no why
But still I cry
You leave because staying means dying.
You leave because barrel bombs are falling,
chemical weapons are deployed,
your city is under siege,
there's no food,
no water,
no safety.
You leave because you have children and you want them to live.
You pack what you can carry:
documents,
photos,
one change of clothes,
the jewelry your grandmother gave you.
You leave everything else:
your house,
your furniture,
your books,
your life.
You walk.
You walk with thousands of others,
a river of refugees,
all walking in the same direction:
away.
We should protest no more war
All the children deserve peace
Love is the answer my amour
Killing not the way I believe
Wounded warriors pay the price
In body spirit present and past
They will in future too sacrifice
How their loved ones will be sad
May God bless the world bringing peace
Embrace your brother man with humility
Miles Of Blood Shed
The cost is paid in blood
Control over land and oil
The collapse of society
Every nation is sinning
Another bloody war
Over power and complete control
War echoes in the wind
In the end, no one truly wins
More blood shed upon the land
Men killing men
Brothers pointing guns at each other
A never ending cycle
Human kind destroying it’s self
A global impact of sadness
Chaos and madness
The sky raining bombs
Tears of women and children fall
Leaders full of selfishness and ego
Just for power and oil
The wicked is never ending
Keep your eyes upon the sky
Paintings unsold
children unfed
emotions ignored
storied unread.
Hearts on the sword
wars cloaked in red
purple-hearted pope
the artist is dead.
A WAR-WORN FLASHBACK
As quiet
As it’s kept,
Wars continue
To win,
As peace
Likewise,
Continue
To lose:-
In war
Only death
Wins:
Dying peace
Loosing
As parentless
Children
Daily feed
Death—
Satisfying war’s
Wealth-Inspired hunger:-
Yet, we seem to
Continue to be
As unconcerned
As are the fires
Burning in hell:-
Armies ~ soldiers called to action.
War to some is nothing but play.
The reality is quite different.
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Acorns line the yard,
proud stoic soldiers
protecting homeland,
women, and children.
Burnt-brown caps askew
on beige chilly heads
awaiting the rush
of Autumn’s medley.
Aural leaves riffle,
padding the rough path
with scarlet flutters
of fallen heroes.
Eyes now unseeing
feeding from the loam
in hopes Spring will root
life from sacrifice.
rusted-out
tanks
dot Gaza’s
landscape
children
scale them
play war games