Wartime Poems - Poems about Wartime

Honesty versus Lies Love versus Hate Respect versus Contempt Real versus Fake Peace versus Conflict Compassion versus Heartless Kind versus Cruel Calm versus Violence Why are these wars we're fighting They all shall have the same end Because When it's the Children of the Light Versus The Children of the Darkness The Children of the Light will always win ...

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my dad's dad would tell him tales from the war so many strangers who fought stories from ordinary men who washed up heroes on the shore he told my father they were sold a dream a golden scene they'd save the world at only nineteen but no that wasn't the case bullets flew by overhead like the planes dropping bombs on unsuspecting nurses preparing the beds at base horrific soul destroying,...

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Peaceful battles fought With no enemy aside, Friends you trust never. Wartime of peace Moments of joyous sorrow: Jolt of the mire. A race for life, A ring with no boxers, Bout of no sense. Wartime of peace Is a seasonal murder:- No foes in sight. ...

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I was a good Buddhist jack tar, Confident to sail this ocean of time alone, All desire renounced and stowed away Like smuggled cargo I pretend is legal trade. I was well-practiced in the art of navigating perils, Steering clear of revenue cutters, hostile native islanders, And other such threatening complications. Now has a typhoon struck that threatens contentment, The swells have made...

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Sitting outside in the cold wet mud, Hearing footprints thud and thud, Hearing the cry if men who die, Watching the spider eat the fly, Bang bang gotthe guns, Listening to helpless men run, Bullets of death fly in the air, Killing them cold, leaving them bare, Blaze of bullets, Small rusted golden nuggets, Coming in all shapes and sizes, Receiving them like painful surprises, I want...

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Walking this path. Once populous, Now desolate Ambushed! An unspeakable ambush Now you're travailing Just inhaling and exhaling Breathing! The precious breath of life Spiritual bombs are colluded Progression and motion momentarily occluded Building a fortress amid blasts Days and nights of praying and long fasts Big dreams and peace are being viciously attacked So to the foxhole, you are forced to go To and Fro Head on a...

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He had a dream Actually, it was a passion The dream took him away To the seas, the sands, the ventures Beyond this land, onto foreign soil He had a dream It was more than a mere illusion The dream breathed hope and faith It colored his thoughts in prayers Wrote poetry through his caress He had a dream To reach beyond the walls Of a land...

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I was seven years old when began World War Two And eleven became by the time it was through. I have vague recollections of things when that small, But events during wartime I clearly recall. Since there was no TV, it was newsreels alone Where real pictures of overseas combat were shown. So enormous were crowds at the movies each night, People...

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When I was a little girl My grandfather had a tin With a sailor smoking a cigarette on the lid It was what he kept his medals in He called them Pip, Squeak and Wilfred And I asked him what they were He said the nineteen fourteen star, the British war medal and the Victory medal From World War One, but they're...

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Gunfire and grave sites pepper the hillsides, trucks with ammo taking position. We have visas, fake I.D.s besides, men in disguise infiltrate battle lines. Heard about Houston, heard about Detroit? fierce conflagrations abroad on the air, eyes blinded 'til we can barely see, taking shots, swallowing pills. Will we ever see the end, have we gone beyond the limit, can we ever return...

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I honour them like I honour freedom, liberations, They were guests to this earth just like anyone, They had their own individual desires and ambitions, But gathered up determination and gathered their sum. They were guests to this earth just like anyone, No god, alien or talking plant said they had to fight, But gathered up...

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...an homage to Talking Heads and their song with the same title. ******** Gunfire and grave sites pepper the hillsides, trucks with ammo taking position. We have visas, fake I.D.s besides, men in disguise infiltrate battle lines. Heard about Houston, heard about Detroit, heard...

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...an homage to Talking Heads and their song with the same title. ******** Gunfire and grave sites pepper the hillsides, trucks with ammo taking position. We have visas, fake I.D.s besides, men in disguise infiltrate battle lines. Heard about Houston, heard about Detroit, heard...

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...an homage to Talking Heads and their song with the same title. ******** Gunfire and grave sites pepper the hillsides, trucks with ammo taking position. We have visas, fake I.D.s besides, men in disguise infiltrate battle lines. Heard about Houston, heard about Detroit, heard...

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They fought with grit to save the nation, From poverty, squalor and infidelity, And when they marched it was the Nazi’s or them, Who would suffice to keep their dignity. The Second was really over the same as the First: The freedom and equality that democracies offer; Hitler was not to rule the freethinking...

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