Time War Poems | Examples
These Time War poems are examples of War poems about Time. These are the best examples of War Time poems written by international poets.
Eyes of Time, do you get tired
in the heavens high above
as you see the world play out
with all its hate and love?
Yes, I am the Eyes of Time,
and of love, I never tire.
There are many ways to love,
from kindness to desire.
I watch with sweet pleasure
when a young man takes a wife,
and soon there is a baby,
and I thrill at newborn life.
Yet, when I watch men fight wars,
and see them clash and die,
(both sides, virtuous and right)
these Eyes of Time must cry.
Never quit. Don’t give up the ship
Remember the Alamo
Go down fighting with Tex and Pedro
No throwing in the towel
No waving the flag of surrender
Duke it out. Don’t be a ‘fence-mender’
Win every battle.
Dominate the war
That’s what they pay generals for
Don’t give in to doubt
The enemy is yours to rout
That’s what life’s all about…
Until the first time you’re defeated
And your precious blood is depleted
Got it now? ~ WAR is an expletive deleted
Eleven months without physical harm
is a blessing she cradles in her arms.
One more month remains of living unchained.
Soon life might lose the dread that threads alarm.
As his time serving overseas dwindles,
her coerced endurance holds less kindle.
Her thought onslaught is worry fraught and serves
images that swell in her heart and nerves.
She lives aware that one second can swerve
a life into despair no one deserves.
He might die or be maimed at the finish line.
In her mind, September is a landmine.
Fears make wishes to become unaware,
be numb to thirty more days of warfare.
She knows as a premature lamenter,
she wants sleep until the end of September.
Marching fighting living dying keep moving forward there is no time for crying
Attack retreat move forward move back killing the enemy in another attack
Body parts strewn all around on the ground while blood from the dead has turned the dirt red
Death from the land the sea and the air who are we killing dose anyone care
The enemy have no faces and we don't know their name we are just pawns in wars deadly game
Bullets with your name on shells hitting the ground screaming of the dying is the normal sound
Marching fighting living dying keep moving forward as there is no time for crying
When someone says, "(S)he's a saint",
I think of peace and restraint,
but when it's time for battle paint,
tell me, Saint Michael,
must we hide from sight?
Truth and justice, we must protect -
those things, both good and correct.
So, I ask, with all respect,
tell me, Saint Michael,
sometimes, must we fight?
And what to do if Man divides -
sometimes there are at least two sides.
As to where the truth resides,
tell me, Saint Michael,
who decides what's right?
War’s no place to date,
with Picasso flesh.
The lover’s irate
and melons’ not fresh.
War’s no place to date,
nor time, too much space;
bananas in crate;
vanish without trace.
War’s no place to date,
with splinters in creche
sans paradise mate.
Mankind’s stench, too fresh.
APROPOS OF BIRDS OF DIFFERENT FEATHERS
Feathering their nests,
Off they flew to labors of love:
Working against war:-
Time for us to be as doves:
Where love is, war cannot be.
Today’s bald eagle’s
Symbolisms are reduced;
Except that of war:-
Time for us to be as doves:
Where love is, war cannot be.
Can’t clip a dove’s wing;
They’re eternally jointed:
But not the eagle’s:-
Time for us to be as doves:
Where love is, war cannot be.
I have a casket that tells tales of war
Letters wrote by my late father-in-law
That he sent home to his wife and young son
Those he had missed since the horrors begun.
He was a poet, a pastime we shared
I put his poems into a book, him unaware
It was a gift for his birthday, ninety three
He opened it, loved it, deeply moved was he.
He said it was his best present ever
Those words are etched on my heart forever
It was a pleasure to do and to gift
The time it took was truly worth it.
Now I hold the book since he sadly passed
A treasure of remembrance of the past
An insight into a soldier’s thoughts
When he was living through conflicts of war.
The invasion has begun.
In the distance,I hear the rattle of heavy artillery.
Silage trailers,as they thunder along pock-marked country roads.
Young conscripts,barely legal,battling with the controls of a modern day,
monster tractor.
Happy as the day is long,
they tick tok around the clock,
Posting updates and images of the work in progress
to their army of followers.
They'll be starving by lunch time.
Putins' long white table would seat a platoon of men,
In for the dinner,
On a break from gathering potatoes, building a stack of hay or toiling at a dusty thrasher.
But my mother would barely have a table cloth long enough
for Putins' table.
To cover the blood stains, from the flesh
dripping slowly from the the meat grinder.
THE AGONY OF TODAY’S NATURING TIMES
Winter may be gone,
But springing world war is here;
Bombing away life:
Nuclear power mongers,
Exercising their nature:-
Vietnam was as brutal as any war
we were up against an unwinnable situation
finding a place, we felt comfortable or safe was rare
one day my pal Gummy and I discovered a deserted cove
It was the one place we did not see jungle
did not feel enemies’ eyes on us
did not worry about the sound of a gun
I will never forget that hour
the one time in Vietnam I did not feel fear
or anticipate my imminent death
The thunderous noise of death fell from the militarized sky
And blasted the silence of my secret refuge piercing my eye
Spilling its cracking violence over not only me and my resting dog
Sitting in peace on the sun covered grass far from war
But it also wrapped itself around every single garden flower
Forcing itself with deafening thunder against the tolling sounds of time
Cascading down from the church steeple’s bell tower
Reminding us of another world lost from view and hanging
On a silver thread from the voice of God’s world and once mine
pressure every mother
time will shout your glory
clutching pearls of peace
listen to the bands play
symphonies of sorrow
walk upon the water
let's go hand in hand
Pericles has fallen
winds have brought the change
particles of pain
somewhere joyous soldiers
screaming through the veil
stumps begin to crumble
lean into the plow
colors fade to darkness
sieze the view from jungfrau
paupers in the streets
have left their dreams behind
awake from sleep forboden
echoes laughter silence
cling to love arising
prayer the only answer
Rebuild....rebuild....
How many years have we heard rebuild?
How many lives lost to rebuild other countries?
May I ask what gives us the right to police the world and rebuild other countries?
Ok, what if another country wants to rebuild the United Sates?
One may say, there is no reason to do that
Oh, let me tell you, I know all about the corruption here
I have lived it, investigated it, deeper than imagined
I love my country, but are we perfect, almighty?
- no we are not -
Now this time is different, like no other war
Except once again, on the pretense to rebuild!
Heidi Sands
3/4/26
(C)opyright
War Machine
Get ready to bring down the house.
The politicians took down the barriers.
Weare running out of time.
Missiles are flying.
Wehave lost our independence.
Put up your fist.
The people have decided.
Stand up and fight.
Take down walls of reason.
Stand up and keep on believing.
The government is corrupt.
Weare taxed to death, don’t give up.
Be vigilant.
Don’t be silent.
Put the suits and ties in jail.
Without bail.
This country belongs to us.
The phony politicians are below us.
Weare one as a unit.
Stand strong and push through it.
Too many lies.
Raid our enemies and say goodbye.