World War I Poems | Examples of World War I Poetry

To you I dedicate The visual hazards At you a post Bailing water And ima float Sam tha ghosted Ships end blisters China bone, scandinavian romes Too the beautiful i dead, i kate Lovely little irish twisters Cant sake Im four’d ...

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The world’s a battlefield, a restless stage, Politics a war, rage upon rage. Nations clash with words and might, Underneath the glare of a fractured light. Donald Trump, a seismic leap, A tempest roused from the deep. Voices thunder, crowds divide, Truth and lies in a tangled tide. An antichrist, some whisper low, Dark prophecies begin to grow. Fear and fire in the minds of...

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In the dim-lit dusk of a shattered world, where shadows gather but souls do not meet, I wandered—a hollow echo of Virgil’s path— between the ruins of ambition and ash. “This is the way the world begins,” whispered the dust-voiced guide beside me, “Not with a bang, but with endless scrolls and tongues too tired to speak.” I. The Circle of Silent Spectators Here,...

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The war stains my eyes, Of unheard screams. So loud that I think, My eardrums will bleed. I'm centered on ground. The dirt beneath my feet, The crumbling society. And the guns taking my seat. My wife is dearly missed, Dead or Alive. If I see her again, They say "I won't thrive". A man is a man, And a gun is a gun, Be one, which one? Does it...

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Our village has a standing stone and on it etched are many names Of village men, both young and old, who gave their lives amid the flames The flames of war to end all wars A delusional hope for sure For as we know it still goes on To kill and slaughter many more So when we lay the poppies red. Honour...

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He viewed his name as an awkward constitution for commoners to address so plainly and nonchalantly. Adolf held a preconceived opinion that a simplistic reversal of his name would suffice. To avoid an embarrassing brouhaha, the name Adolf presented a less than formal relationship, which he viewed as unbecoming for an absolute future leader of...

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Life in 2024 . Ethics only on board... Educators are on roads......… Rich always freaky.. Poor always shaky.. Frauds seems always happy Life was in 2024 tragedy.. ...

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Life in 2024 . Ethics only on board... Educators are on roads......… Rich always freaky.. Poor always shaky.. Frauds seems always happy Life was in 2024 tragedy.. ...

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World War 1, and World War 2 It's now 2024, and it's affecting you and I Korea, Vietnam, the Balkans, Ukraine No wonder this planet's not been invaded Out there must think, they're all insane From our inside looking inside, daily thoughts With people we've grown with, taking us to It's history, simple history, the world now caught Just what in the hell...

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I know the sounds of war: They have become so familiar to my ears That they now sound like home. I serve alongside the soldiers— I have a job to do; I live to please. For the people who love and care for me, I’d do anything they ask. So into the sinking, sucking mud I go To find someone who needs...

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Brutal trench battle I am only 18, a young yearning lad In battle I killed a man today, bashful does that make me lawfully bad Now living day to day, guilt-ridden and far from being gay Over the trench, not one hurried soul will less haphazardly reach a finish line I wish it were me to just jadedly enjoy my...

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In once green fields the larks no longer sing, Nor rise the owls to meet the waxing moon, For here amongst the mud no living thing, Is left to tell the horror men have known. A place now scarred and blighted for all time, Stands haunted by what never should have been, This testament to human, bloody crime Stands silent witness to...

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This weekend we remember those who sacrificed their lives for our Freedom. Let us never forget or take anything for granted. The red poppies grow By Michelle Morris 10/11/2024 The red poppies grow There where the men lay Blood spilled for our Freedom Blood not spilled in vain For our Freedom was built on their Souls Those...

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Blood-stained poppies mark the day that human sacrifice did harden the skins of the less murderous mass for such a brutal aghast affair, how the God all mighty would formidable bear witness to grief beyond repair Out into the fields, neither would yield-with bullets they would tear but what would a stealthy, shrewd general care if many died on duty which...

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I think sometimes of the life there once was: Of a time when birds sang throughout the woods And insects flitted between the flowers. But when greedy hands infected the land, The beauty was ruined; life lost its home— And the gentle calls of sparrows and swifts Were quickly replaced with thundering guns Foxes found their homes within dead bodies, And owls...

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