World War Poems - Poems about World War

From moments when love was cherished in Stalingrad, Like stories written on the walls With the song repeated by Babushka And not long after that, the war reached its gates. Hands turned into fists and ready for battle Like heads and shoulders patiently under the whip, The Motherland Calls enchants and glorifies, Without knowing the ensuing bloodbath. Every minute felt like...

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Disposable. Just like the bodies scattered As unimportant as the soldiers blood splattered A black man stands watching violence unfold Not to the enemy But those who fought close Those your supposed to trust Comrades Yet somehow The black man Is on the receiving side of the bullets Not by the opposition But by those claiming to be on the same...

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If you could have been part of the population in Hiroshima and Nagasaki at ground zero you would have seen total annihilation when the bombs were dropped (Little Boy and Fat Man) and if it weren't enough you should become 'hibakusha' victims of nuclear fallout radiation the perpetrators censored the news and only the survivors were evidence all war must be stopped ...

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In the early Winter morn, in the Seargent's footsteps, They followed on the burned, barren earth, A place so strange, but so familiar, he looked around, A sign lies, on the naked land, "St. George Vill.", it read, In a frenzy, he wondered at the town that made him, Now buried in its own grave, While his Comrades rested their tired...

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In halls where silence cloaked the dread, You raised a voice, though fear had spread. With leaflets fluttering like doves in flight, You lit a candle in the night. Not with guns, nor iron might, But truth and courage, fierce and bright. A rose in winter, pure and still, Defying hate with steadfast will. Your words, like whispers through the air, Asked hearts to...

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Dragon tongue Ill be your dragon I see your smile Through your alien face I didn't mean to abandon you In time when the army needs us most Without the mass graves How can we take this land Just leave em for dead But don't kill them That beautiful spot On the hill with the flowers in bloom Now could be someone's tomb Forfeit the blue...

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Anne Frank sweet s ...

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Behold the time is no longer near; It is now. I have shouted, I have whispered, And still, you do not hear. Let the one with ears listen For when I and My grace depart, There will be no more delay, And salvation shall be bought with blood. Return to Me, O Israel My chosen, My delight. Who is Israel? Not those born of...

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Oh Liza, dear Liza. My plane’s going down. I’m somewhere over the Pacific, but there's nobody around. Nobody to watch as this hunk of metal falls No one to weep as these blaring alarms stall. Dear Liza, my Liza. Now I’m going down. It’s not valiant or brave like you hear of in town. There was no gunfire, I’m just...

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lay aside their arms .. for ~ just one silent night ----- Light up the Lanterne Sponsor: Nette Onclaud 19/05/25 ----- The Christmas Armistice of 1914: World War I on the Western Front had settled into stalemate. On Christmas Eve, soldiers from both sides spontaneously began singing carols - mainly...

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why fight when we can say no more fighting Now written by dad...

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When I was younger, I thought that in retirement I would take pictures of or paint beautiful clouds situated so vividly above us. Clouds more often appear as wonderous displays in the canopy. Clouds sometime seems so ominous and threatening. Clouds often hover above us like a band of darkness and at other times, they are white and crystal...

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Natives interrupted Guns pointed to their chests Blown away like beautiful dandelions Into that sweltering sun Americans lollygag In their newly claimed land Under that grand old flag Slaving away, picking cotton Under the South’s heat of injustice Scarred with inhumane treatment Sweating tears and pain Burdens heavier than sandbags Yes, they’re slaving away Under that southern flag Stripped away from homes and work And terrorized prior still No voice spoke...

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Flying over the front lines with the French Escadrille Lafayette a brown and barren belt below a strip of murdered nature and yet during the warm months of spring and summer seeds in the shattered ground would grow delicate vibrant crimson flowers in row after row after row and in those poppy fields that's how we remember them all the fallen soldiers those unforgotten gallant men tho'...

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The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire, opening to a dazzling glow of molten fire, as rays reflect to cover rippling waves below, and like a fairyland, the colors blend their flow. Dear Nature is the painter of the finest art that marks its motion as it spreads and morphs apart just like a lovely watercolor's subtle smear captures a...

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