Civil War Poems | Examples
These Civil War poems are examples of War poems about Civil. These are the best examples of War Civil poems written by international poets.
I’ve tried to wrap my arms around the drivel
that any war might be deemed ‘civil’
~ the only term that comes to mind is evil
No war deserves the title, ‘Civil’
~ every war's sacrificial
What does it mean to you?
When your own sasafr *ss is on the line,
the hope you had diminishes.
A Proud Boy is in your face
& has the final authority
A bad son shall end the likes of you.
With immunity he sheds blood
Crimson tidal waves of civil upheavals — never forget,
today's puff, may be your last cigarette.
An alien to you, to me you were sanctuary,
a perishing human am I, violently
I belonged, just like anyone.
In the hush between the charge and drift,
The world holds breath, suspended in a gift.
North and south exchange a fleeting glance,
Shadows and light halt their ancient dance.
Current pauses, silence on the wire,
Magnetism dreams of what might transpire.
Tension dissolves, the duality wanes,
Yin and yang rest from their endless chains.
In this moment, borders gently blur,
Opposites softened, no rush to recur.
The pulse of change, a silent refrain—
Polarity paused, peace here remains.
Raucous battles between them and us;
Finality reins but life is never the same.
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The final resting place arrests the soul that's stirred to ponder
Unlikely calm, untimely psalm shall with these spirits wander
Now your tomb no more the gloom of morrow's peril pending
The will you brought, the peace you sought herein has found it's ending
I cannot summon up the scale, the cry, the wail, of this sad tale
Where you in desperation drew that final fatal vision
Sunshine graces all that my eye falls on in this vale
I search for hope that we won't follow on the sad division
That led us to the precipice where looking down on others
Would lead us to the place where we would choose to fight our brothers
Hope has many colors, complications, aspirations, and rebirth
But let us hope... lest it should die... along with our self-worth
(“Enemy of the State Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
In The Morning
In the morning the house smells
Of the sandalwood scented candle
I burned all night
In honor of a slain patriot.
I wake heart still heavy
And it just gets heavier
When the news keeps coming in
Of how much his enemies despised him
And how they gleefully celebrate now.
It’s odd to think of sane people celebrating
The murder of a kind and just and righteous,
And may I say, pure soul.
It just goes to show where their hearts are
And where they are not.
Morning dawns on a new day
As hundreds of millions of Americans wake up
To what is now an openly declared war
Between good and evil, liberty and tyranny.
And somehow it feels like 1775
All over again.
(9/11/25)
When Will This All End?
The world is at war with no regret.
What kind of civil war is this?
Nothing ever changes.
Leaders are restless.
Another missile in the sky.
Another person will die.
No meaning of this.
Leaders will never quit.
Always something to prove.
Another bullet goes through.
Never ending death.
Another air strike ahead.
I’m ready for judgment.
Not another day of this.
Guns are blazing.
Bloodshed is raining.
A scary country to live in.
So much evil and sin.
Over power and land.
Always fighting in the desert and sand.
When will this all end?
Survive if you can.
Leaders will destroy themselves.
Another war toward Israel.
For soldiers who died in the service of
my nation, there was made a holiday -
a time to show them remembrance and love
strewing flowers on graves beneath which lay
corpses gone to bone but not forgotten.
It started after a most horrid war -
honoring the souls of those who’d gotten
killed in the Civil War, and then came more:
World Wars 1 and 2 and even others.
On May’s last Monday we must not forget
those who fought for freedom for their brothers -
for all of us! They faced the greatest threat:
the loss of precious life – their very own.
Be thankful you don’t lie beneath their stone.
Confederate types some admire
Punctured DEI's entire hire
The world is a throng
And civil war's wrong
But that car just hit their barbed wire
Counting Numbers
750,000 dead in the Civil War
116,000 dead in WW1-The War to end all wars
420,000 dead in WW2-So much for ending war
38,000 dead in Korea-A police action
58,000 dead in ‘Nam-Save the world from communism
8,000 dead in Afghanistan/Iraq-Make the world safe from terrorism
?????? dead the next war-Make the world????????
When can we stop counting?
We are admonished by guardians of civilization
to battle the enemy with due civil restraints
Yet with a nagging visceral realization
we know wars are not fought by saints
Rules of war shield all children from harm
disallowing rape and torture and pillage
soothing unease, assuaging alarm
reassuring every town, farm and village
Long ago Sherman warned us war is hell
as knowing heads bowed with grim words unspoken
Now lulled into another innocent naive spell
we learn again rules are meant to be broken
Hamlet, sharpen your sword of trust, for Macbeth is surely waiting.
The specter of ‘Civil war’ stalks the land and the ghosts of senseless violence, so long docile, have come to hollow-eyed attention.
Our cauldron was filled with innocence, as the ever-thirsty succubi require, the glory of war is being shaken, not stirred and the betrayal will be served as quick and cold as steel.
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It was the selfish men who tore the country apart,
For they had no love for Lincoln nor people at heart.
A line called Mason Dixon was keeping both sides apart,
And in 1861, the Civil War battles began to start.
In 1865, a peace mandate was finally brought in,
But Black's down in the South had not forgotten.
It was the end of slavery and elite slave trade plottin',
When former slaves told their masters, "Go pick your own damn cotton".
Dancing to a Dixieland band, I think of General Lee
And General Sherman who led a march to the sea.
I am glad that I did not live in the south back in the day.
I cannot imagine how fast my sad feet could not run away.
We have not been this divided since the Civil War
I am not speaking of the country
I am talking about my relatives.
The ones they love
I despise.
The ones they revere
I see as misogynist, egotistical and bullying.
We can eat meals together
As long as there is only small talk.
If anyone brings up politics it is over.
People leave angry.
We have never had this in our family before.