Warmen Poems - Poems about Warmen

Most wars are fought by the military with the starter pistol fired by politicians, then soldiers are sent out to kill each other to fulfill some political ambitions. War is now considered big business putting young men’s lives at stake, while...Read the rest...

Ready the gun, action to the rear! the 105 howitzer should give them something to fear! why hadn't sergeant felt the toss? the men jumped out among each gunner a shamed face shows for each of them already knows we have...Read the rest...

The air is thick with dust and flame, who started this? Who is to blame? Shells and rockets rake the field yet neither side is like to yield There’s no retreat, no going back, just blindly forward...Read the rest...

The Flag of the British Merchant Navy The Battle of the Atlantic We’ve heard of the famous Mighty Hood that was sunk by a Bismarck shell We know how many men were lost and the Skippers name...Read the rest...

I saw those men in solemn chain trooping from the line hand on shoulder, link to link their bandaged eyes gas blind. The image burned upon my soul, and tied me to their chain A scene imbued with...Read the rest...

Ypres, was by far the worst: Fields were littered with lost memories, Dismembered dreams, Faded laughs and gestures- The little nuances of life, The things that made us tick... All forgotten. Some men walked among the bodies, smiling: "Our fallen heroes, you...Read the rest...

some men are born to be killed some men life means nothing to can old men hold their heads and cry you can only dodge so many shots before you eventually take a a few then it's about surviving some...Read the rest...

Stoically he faces the enemy hoards; Emotionless and appearing almost bored; Courageously, “Onward!”, his battle cry; Masking the coward hiding deep inside. Sending his men to certain death; From a distance he witnesses many a last breath; While he rides secure...Read the rest...

Kokoda Efogi 1942.... The Japanese turned tail and headed north on twenty eighth September forty two. ... They'd struggled round on mountains fought stopped near Moresby by the few. ... Eighteen hundred went to stop ten thousand...Read the rest...

There have been times in our land When our nation has had to take a stand. It first began at Bunker's Hill Where so many men were then killed. All through that war with the British King Men here in...Read the rest...

Men of our time warriors of war Boys to men of another time The battle of within to survie The cross that is layed as our friend lays dead A world that is angry with all No peace to...Read the rest...

Written in 1981 after attending a Viet Nam veterans welcome home parade. They march in step without a cadence call and wear old uniforms, if they still fit, recalling days when they were standing tall. Five services, they represent...Read the rest...

Cheap bullet holes Through cheap souls Make rich ones! Aimed at them with no college, no future...no funds Have fun with guns?! And be all you can be?! And so, we shall see... But bloodied clouds will garner When all is dead and...Read the rest...

Long ago on rolling hills And endless plains Stood men who fought For a cause beyond common understanding Bound together by integrity They persevered When odds gave no chance Led by a man Whose name was always half whispered They made a vow From...Read the rest...

"Over The Top!" was the battle cry of the First World War! At the Captain's signal, from the trenches doughboys would pour! Shoulder to shoulder with bayonets fixed, steel glinting in the sun, On they rushed, some to...Read the rest...