Time War Poems | Examples
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Silence fell and all the world stood still
as towers crumbled down
with hopes and dreams to
smash upon the broken streets below.
Birds no longer sang.
The music of the streets
was murdered under clouds
of dust that choked the
air from gasping lungs and stilled the blood.
A moments calm before then sound rushed
back in symphony of screaming
highs and crashing lows,
discordant in its first chaotic riff.
We held our breath.
Believing time could never bring
the harmonies back into
lives so shattered and bereft
by such a deed as never 'fore was seen.
But music heals.
And if the turning of the world
brings forth new melodies and form
in intermingled compositions,
we can sing again.
Then once more we can hope.
And where the music stopped will ever be
the centre in which dreams begin anew
“It is too late to shut the stable door when the steed is stolen.”
~ From John Heywood’s A Dialogue Containing the Number in Effect of All the Proverbs in the English Tongue (1546)
“When the well’s dry, we know the worth of water.”
~ From Ben Franklin's Poor Richard's Almanac (1746)
My mission is to go back to eighteen-seventy-nine.
I’ve been authorized to repair history’s design.
Luckily, I’ve been trained on a Woody’s Time Machine,
and granted poetic license, fate to intervene.
I’ve set the dial to Braunau am Inn, near the border
of Bavaria and Austria. I must prevent disorder.
I’ll play with history’s chessboard, move a couple pawns,
and introduce Klara Polzl to a man named Franz.
Franz needed a housekeeper, and Klara fit the bill.
So, until pigs fly, which they never did and never will,
Klara wouldn’t work for Alois. They’d not have a son,
and the world would be spared what their young Adolf had done.
Heart criticizing the effects,
The efforts lead my myths.
Chaos the planet earth holds,
Equally my own mind pours.
Peace wasn't a wish I want!
With crowd one always move.
A time alone and alone me,
War alone and I love only me.
Wake up, citizens of Europe.
Your nations are dying in silence.
Criminals wear crowns of democracy.
They serve not you, but their ego.
They speak of freedom,
while selling war.
They wave the flag of peace,
but their hands drip with oil and blood.
Ukraine burns.
Children cry beneath falling skies.
And they call it strategy.
Tell me,
in whose interest is this war?
Not yours.
Not the farmer.
Not the worker.
Not the mother who prays at night.
NATO does not speak for you.
It speaks for the few
who feast while you starve.
Your taxes feed the war machine.
Your sweat builds their empires.
While you stand in cold streets,
searching for work,
they count their gold.
Rise, citizens of Europe.
Before silence becomes your grave.
Before your cities become ashes
and your children forget your voice.
Europe is bleeding.
Her heart grows weak.
You can still save her—
but not with fear,
not with hate,
only with courage and truth.
The time is now.
Unite.
Speak.
Act.
Or history will whisper your shame.
Beneath the weight of silent chains,
Where whispered cries ignite the veins,
The seething rage of masses grow,
A fire born from pain we know.
No gilded throne, no velvet crown,
Can hold the tide when it comes down.
The streets will burn with voices loud,
A thunder rolling through the crowd.
From broken homes and empty plates,
The fury builds, the hour waits.
In every heart, a rebel’s drum,
The time for silence is undone.
The tyrant’s grip, once firm and tight,
Will shatter in the morning light.
For power built on stolen breath
Cannot withstand the dance of death.
Raise your fists and break the night,
For dawn is born from bitter fight.
The seething rage of masses, free—
A storm of change, a destiny.
This poem I'd inspired by the broken, lost and weary people who make all of us in this world survive. The veterans, the poor people who work the plants for little reward, and all those who struggle but keep fighting. Keep on fighting with a warriors heart eventually may our world be well.
A hundred years I battle time,
A thousand scars mark every climb.
Ten thousand wounds, yet still I stand—
The ash, the flame, the trembling hand.
Was all I bled for born to dust?
The oaths, the bonds, the shattered trust?
The gods are silent, the world is still,
But even silence bends to will.
I’ve given all—my youth, my name,
My heart to honor, soul to flame.
Yet if this breath is all that’s mine,
Then let it burn the end of time.
Let fear be drowned beneath my cry,
Let stars bear witness as I die.
For though I fall, my spirit flies—
A soldier’s truth: the brave never dies.
So strike your drums and let them hear,
The dying song that knows no fear.
For in this heart, through blood and pain,
The warrior’s fire shall rise again.
Peace, peace and sincere peace
We all wish, dream and confuse about peace
Are we really serious, thirsty and hungry for peace
Even though the gunships and cannons are set and ready
To go, to attack the weak and the imagined enemies?
Do we truly want a world of brotherly harmonies?
Yet, superpowers invest their time, ingenuity, and moneys
In smart drones, powerful guns and well-trained armies
Are we sure that we want lasting peace?
This world is made of corrupt goons, pogamists, liars and bullies
Warmongers are hypocritical, strange, sneaky and devious
This agitprop about peace is delusional headlines or breaking news
To startle or to dimwit elderlies, idealists, and crying babies
Politicians are godawful sensationalists on steroid
Where muzzled reporters and anchors are ridiculed and toyed
By elected pogromists in search of free publicities
Yet, yes we yearn for peace and tranquility in the burgs and cities
Peace is about coming with clean and caring hands
To share the streams, the land, the sand and the highlands.
Copyright © October 2025 Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Zombie neo Nazi propaganda legislation lobby robbers
Male female test tube coordinated
Suv strike force highway rodeo champs
Take Italy girl long time
To get Kevin to look at it
Im Irish army military Science
I can't see weakness cowardice hiding spot thing thought
The valleys that once whispered love,
and carried laughter through the hills,
Now lies drenched in red silenced by fear.
The valley that once whispered tales of delight,
Now lie silent, soaked in blood and screams.
Henna on her hands, dreams in her eyes,
A bride wrapped in love, beneath gentle skies.
Vows still echoed in the mountain air,
When death struck — sudden, cruel, unfair.
He screamed, fell, blood on the ground,
She stood frozen, in silence profound.
The one she chose for life’s every mile,
Now gone, with no final smile.
The air filled with screams, children’s cry tore the sky,
Hands gripped with weapons, eyes empty, devoid of light.
They were tourists, not enemies or threats,
Pahalgam, so silent, why so numb?
Your rivers sang once, now why so silent?
You saw the blood, heard every cry
Yet why do your skies not weep or ask why?
If the words could stop the bullets fly,
If only hate would learn to die.
Will the nation wash this grief away?
Or freeze it in time as memories stay?
©Chitra Arun
Jesus Christ preached tolerance.
Mohammed did the same.
Yet modern day messiahs,
Have brought upon them shame.
The Hindu faith is peaceful,
Jainism and Buddhism too.
But religious fanatics
Spread hatred through and through.
Religion is a binding force,
Meant to guide the human race,
On the path to righteousness,
To achieve the Gods’ grace.
Misguided by avarice,
Nations are driven to war.
Artificial boundaries
Created; humanity tarred.
Every war is ruinous,
Many human lives are lost.
Conflicts benefit no one.
They come at tremendous cost.
Let us all break the shackles,
Of extremist discourse.
Let's spread peace and harmony.
Let's be a positive force.
For too long has Mother Earth,
Borne the disasters of wars.
It is time that mankind joins,
And travels together afar.
Let us forget jingoism;
Join the brotherhood of Man.
Eliminate all conflicts.
Together, we surely can.
Why in our world there's always a war,
Nations fight so long they forget what for,
It's been like this since humans been here.
battles take endless lives for obedience and fear
The first battle's fought.were fought by the tribes,
Two men loved the same lady cost lots of lives
Then came religion and the mess preachers made
They fought to the death it was called a crusade,
These groups who fought prayed to the same god
But they still killed each other to me that was odd,
Many have been killed cuz two kings can't agree,
They even fight wars from ships on the sea
They started wars using swords and just shields,
Now the weapons will leave bodies like fields,
All the people who died in the wars on this earth,
I don't think the reason outweighed the worth,
Fighting over land that's already lived on,
And killing those people til there race is all gone,
leaders who start wars sacrificing their own race,
Nothing but cowards fighting from a safe place,
all the blood in time that the earth has soaked up,
Will never stop cuz there's to much corrupt..
You saw the lines weren't too long
so you went for the gas first--
spend a little time, save a lot of
money you thought. But it took
longer than you expected [too
many 'tank's as you call SUVs
filling up their 50 gallon tanks]
so by the time you went into the
giant store, you were feeling like
a crab trapped in a net as you
wrestled through the weekend
army of bargain hunters....
Finally at home, you plopped
down in your comfy chair as
the nightly news came on and
sipped fresh brewed French
roast and ate a piece of rich
chocolate cake you bought at
Costco and felt a bit sad for
those poor people in Ukraine
as you watched war in hi-def....
Still, the thoughts uppermost in
your mind as your eyes scanned
so many dead bodies lying quiet
in the streets like stones thrown
randomly was just how damn
good the coffee was and how
much you had saved going to
the big box store....
If you can but see,
the height of desperation
where death is deemed more desirable
than the pitiable plights of
the people of Palestine.
Why no one in this momentous time
call out the names of the killers?
The wantonness of the world
The inhumanity of man
The gullibility of gods
The irrationality of religions
The impotency of prayers
The prostitution of justice;.
O the children of Palestine,
You are haunted
by the ghosts from your future
writing it in blood,
Where does one go to seek
the salve for the suffering souls?
First I had faith
but had no god,
and when I found god
I lost my faith!
All night long, when I should sleep
My mind wanders through memories
Some tattered and torn by time
Others are obscure beyond belief
Yet I see them, and I relive them
There is no release from them
They are a blessing and a curse
It is something my mind creates
Maybe it thinks I will lose my senses
But I cannot, will not, let that happen
Those battles are not mine to lose
So bring on every one of my memories
I lived through them once, and I will again
Even if they are only in my mind
© Poem – XXIX/IX/MMXXV
LRET
While the walls of houses make for a cage,
Hard sidewalk's bed seems to pacify rage.
Life's unbroken time has become his age,
While the walls of houses make for a cage.
Though visits are gone now to his lineage,
Somewhere a photo praises his homage.
While the walls of houses make for a cage,
Hard sidewalk's bed seems to pacify rage.