Warships Poems | Examples

IT BAFFLES ME

It baffles me...
When you lose your warships 
And life puts you in situationships
The mind gets disabled 
Leaving you in disorder 
Uttering your ability 
Turning you into liability 
Even when you're without disability 
You start depending on others to survive.

It baffles me...
If you choose the matter over mind
Your thoughts and emotions begin to fail you 
You'll start questioning or doubting yourself 
Forgetting your potentials
You start loosing everything 
Your confidence and people 
Until you pick your spirit up, which is the mind.

It baffles me...
 When you stumble, crumble or fumble 
It becomes a trouble 
Steadily disrupting your peace of mind
Causing mental bondages 
When things don't workout for you 
Because you know you're doing your best 
Even when you try to find rest 
Life steadily throwing you test
Never relent or regret, for it's part of the journey.

Hail Us As Devoted Soldiers In Camouflage

Hail us as a devoted soldiers in camouflage,
see us march forward with a head held up high,
it's a choice we have made, we walk proudly;
we are going where many can't decide destiny: 
shouldn't we consider ourselves lucky?
Only the brave ones protect liberty,
never losing their valiant spirit and courage:
young girls behind the police barricades sigh! 

There are thousands of us holding weapons and flags:
who dares to challenge us: we're the strongest army,
we have pledged allegiance to our great country eternally;
some have deserted the camp: we stand behind trances!

Hails us as devoted soldiers in camouflage,
nothing scares us: don't we show invincibility?
Follow us to the warships as if it were a pilgrimage;
it's very sad to see them wave goodbye and cry!

Who fights for freedom doesn't fear enemies,
no flag will be taken down despite the threat;
it will wave steadily to incite fervor in us:
nightfall may dim our sight, not our grit!

Dandelion

You can blame me for the wars
And eclipse me for the nation 
Close before me gates and doors
To prevent contamination
You can treat me like a fool
Talk to me like I’m a child
Who had listened to a mule
Born and bred in land of wild
Where they never read a bible
Maybe never use a fork  
Round the fire they dance tribal
Dances, looking folly dork
Their existence is illegal 
Their warships cross the ocean 
They are threatening the bald eagle
Poor bird sends warning notion
None of the above relates
To myself, and likes of me
Who are facing the same fate
Waiting for the blind to see
But as every pavement needs
Its own stubborn dandelion
I’m with decorative weeds
In the world of deadly iron.

Red Alert

Red Alert Red Alert Red Alert
All Hands and bodies on Deck
Our warship has been hit
The enemy’s missiles did it
The warship is going under
SOS has been signaled
One Soldier sounds a whistle
Many warships in the area
Communications retrieved
They have been transcended and received
The warship is steadily heading for the bottom
The enemy above in war planes still attacking
The Warship was able to fire our missile, and we hit one of the enemy’s war planes
Our warship no longer remains
Soldier’s loss
The enemy’s missiles were the force
Down below the warship goes
The fearless and the brave

Wyre

Going home 
across the Shard bridge
spanning a rattle-snaked river 
that bites into the Irish sea
cold-bloodedly pumping
into Fleetwood's gaping fish-mouth. 

Here birthmarks 
are branded with icons
like beach lighthouse at Rossall Point
as Northwesterly winds 
whistle across the dinosaur ribbed sands. 

Yet towers still sentinel 
over the dark valley 
riveted in iron, rusted russet
like warships wrought from steel,

but aspire
like a winged-spirit
above backstreet's cobbled lanes
that echo with drunken frenzy.

The river's stenched breath
perfumes the breeze with sewage leaks
as passing tankers head north
and farm slurry seeps into pure veins. 

Distantly, 
Alveley's coalfields fade 
whose ashen sides once licked 
red ulcers with embered tongues. 
Their slag banks were stacked 
near St Michael's 
whose hidden eddies still swollow
many a beautifully troubled mind.

Now the future skies 
spread star-spangled
glowing with fractured light
sparks that guide strangers 
embracing Morecambe bay's wide  
open seas

The Commander

the commander

Going on board my ship, a balmy night in Gibraltar
I noticed four old warships (hunter class) tied up
together on a deserted pier as waiting for the final
verdict, to be turned into nails or sunk.
Having drunk beers with an ex. Royal navy people
I boarded one ship, walked up to the bridge 
And took command
 Giving orders to drop depth charges against 
a German U-boat, I heard a voice behind me say: 
“This is state property you have to leave.”
He took his helmet off and whipped his shiny doom, 
a sociable copper, not looking for upgrades by
arresting people.
Leisurely we walked to my merchant ship
in a few hours, I would get up, cook breakfast
but I had, briefly, been a commander.

Polar Bear Brigade

Polar Bear Brigade manned their enormous 747 airplane.
They jumped in their warships and they sailed past Maine.
They were ready to take on congress or the prez or the police.
Their ice floats are melting! This is a travesty to say the least!

Blockade Lift

Blockade Lift
They wanted the grain
Putin's ships stood in the way
And needed sinking immediately
They lifted the Russian naval blockade

Of Ukrainian ports with NATO warships
So the world wouldn't starve
Millions of tons of grain and wheat
This was the way forward
But Putin had other ideas

He was losing on land 
And in the sky so badly
Ukraine was fighting for freedom
Putin hated NATO and the West
He launched his nuclear toys

Hitting the NATO ships and carriers
With torpedoes missiles rockets and more
All nuclear winning this battle
But losing everything when NATO
Hit Russian bases with their nukes

Thus setting in turn Armageddon
Dooming us all to varied deaths
It was a matter of fact
This would end bad 

In so many ways
Nobody won World War 3
Nobody ate the freed grain
We were all dead

Of Plants and Men

Of men and plants


The endless growing of new leaves
of my indoor plants, shedding the excess 
all over the floor, as disregarded dreams
getting in the way of the day.

Female hyenas are good mothers teaching
their litter is how to scare off lions.


Restless minds are not sound as leaders
who overthink everything and have nervous breakdowns?
Sit shaking in the corner on the bridge of warships
excellent, dancers in the ballroom of peace.

Strange Conversations

My grandson is jumping up and down excited telling me about the new game he got, word of worship, and his mother lets him play it one hour a week and he hates to use up all his time in one day because then he has to wait six days to play again and so he’s thinking of playing 30 minutes on Wednesdays and 30 minutes on Saturdays so he won’t to wait so long, and I’m thinking, kudos to my daughter for getting him so excited about praise music or whatever this new game is, and he’s talking about earning experience points, and bells are going off in my head because worship is about knowing who your heavenly father really is and not some contrived emotional low-to-high, and I ask him about the name of the game again, and again he tells me about word of worship, and finally I ask, so how to do play this game and he starts talking about canons, or is that cannons?


not word of worship 
addanel, ohtoay, es
but world of warships

A Plea To Russia

Please take back your arms
and bring your children home
Peace is where we all belong
Let us not let tanks and warships roam

Souls should be vesseled into old age
Surrounded by family and loved ones
We don't need incoming blasts of hatred
At the devils doorstep cursed with guns

Even Jesus would lower your weapons
And interlock your hands with your Ukrainian brothers
There is no need for war
You can find a path for others

Let your maturity and wisdom rise
Go home so no more men, women and children shall die

Next Fight

Next Fight
How easy is it for countries who are friends
To become enemies and go to war?
Like Britain and Argentina in the 80s
Argentina bought British warships
Their crews trained here in 81
But in 82 they invaded the Falklands
We were at war and we won that war
But hundreds on both sides were killed
This is one example of conflict
It can and will happen again
Who will we fight next?


from LIZARD SNAIL 124K
Nick Armbrister and other writers

Byzantium

Byzantium

In August, the heat tastes of dust and desperation
the despot feels that soon a time will change
the power is but in the eyes of the general
The sun senses a mounting revolt, is prepared
will show no mercy but absorb the world in its inner core
where we can burn forever.
August is tired too, he the General gave them a lovely spring
and now the riff-raff is turning against him
The mighty oak tree whispers to the lesser trees about sedition
talks about democracy.
Stubbornly the sun hangs on, till battle clouds like warships
appear at the horizon.
His reign drowns in torrential rain downpour that will 
destroy his life´s work.

Mortal Mistakes

I know the God’s of mortal men
Are there for us to worship
So I do not find, within my mind
A place for silent warships.

A place where mortal men may hide
To bring all-mighties down.
To trick them into eating flesh
That was nourished on Earth’s ground.

It seems the only way to get
A God to do your bidding
But cannibalism, if you ask me,
Has always been forbidden.

So why even try to grab a God
To have Him do a wrong?
Why not just praise the job he’s done
With bread, and wine, and song?


Written 1983 for Mythology class
in ancient Mythology we were
taught that the only way to
Kill a God was to have him
Eat human flesh.

Red Sails

'Midst cannon smoke the sun arose, blood red

          To spread the night's cold horrors on the bay

               Our tattered sails waved farewells to the dead

     Rain washing both our blood and shame away

No more would beasts of war be freed or fed

          Or mankind's conscience let such madness lay.







~ 1st Place ~  in the "Each Letter Threads The Verse" Poetry Contest, Joseph May, Judge & Sponsor.

* This is a form called "The Harrisham Rhyme", created by Harrisham Minhas, from Punjab, India. It is a six-line poem with the rhyme scheme: ababab. In this form, the last letter of the first word of each line, is the first letter of the first word of the next line. I hope you enjoy it! *

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