Wartime Poems - Poems about Wartime

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

Wartime

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,

WARTIME OF PEACE

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.

Condition Three, Wartime Cruising

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

Blaze of Bullets

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

Wartime

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

Up In Smoke

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

A Wartime Childhood

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

Granda's Wartime Tales

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

Life During Wartime

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

The Wartime Generation

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

Life During Wartime

...an homage to Talking Heads
   and their song with the same title.

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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,
heard

Life During Wartime

...an homage to Talking Heads
   and their song with the same title.

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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,

heard

Life During Wartime

...an homage to Talking Heads
   and their song with the same title.

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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,

heard

Honouring the Wartime Dead

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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