World War Ii Poems | Examples of World War Ii Poetry

our heroes went to war also know what there fighting for, to give there life's to keep us safe to fight along to save human race. in our hearts we remember you know one knows what they really went through, to stand and fight and brother in arms, to pray to god as know its bad, remember the day...

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Monuments went up commemorating the end of World War II It wasn't so long ago in Europe, their scars still show ~ A long and vicious war with horrific consequences So much to rebuild but it was the dawn of a new day Surely mankind had learned its lessons...

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Tell me that story again, The tale of love and self-sabotage, Of doubt and valour, Of hearts and corruption, Where the days are adventure and the nights are a dream, The danger is adrenaline and the work is never done, We stand together on the brightest days, On the coldest nights, On your side I stood, though times changed Tell me those...

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Broken souls and disillusioned dreams. (Drowning in a sea of dread…) Broken toys and angels without wings. (Fragile things…) Weep for the fallen brothers and infants without mothers. (No light, hopes where broken…) Pained tears encompass the empyreal rays. (No more days…) Pompous worlds painted in a destitute haze. (Where are we now?) Transmogrified in the iron flood. (Wash me clean…) Transmogrified in the spilled blood. (Still we...

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Hitler dead, camps liberated Justice arrived for those the West hated Germany squirmed at what the shocked world saw The Third Reich’s militia seized and declawed… 80 years later,...

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No prophesy, epiphany or convoluted scheme Forecast it’s not. For sure, no joke. And isn’t a pipe dream But something tells me, instinct chimes, we are so overdue For global war, as tensions build, for there are many clue With Pakistan and India, it’s not a soccer match Red China has a grabby hand, conducts another snatch U.S. of A. is...

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#Poetic_meal Dining with words, its my daily enticing meal, the scrumptious juicy sauces, dripping all over my fingers, leaving me with much appetite to dip deeper, my fork and knife into this meal of creativity... Could hear my intestine, groaning of ravenous intake, fueling my hands of vocabulary to dedicate much effort into this meal of...

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I once had a special place by the sea; A quiet get away where I loved to be; My favorite place for God and me. A solemn place, most Devine And serene, free of people for a season. The only sounds I heard were occasional fog horns, the roaring of the sea, and the still small voice of God. It was...

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Edvard's exile could not deter the course as it flowed or blood that drove through his body life had to change when the soldiers came bringing tanks and arms of oppression machines of war rolled and crushed Europe was hushed marching on the 15th raising flags and ideals London resigned to opening doors a haven of sorts for a few families and friends were left to defend breaking cogs to dismantle...

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At the World War II Museum, There were crowds in every hall And so much to see and read You couldn’t quite absorb it all. Yet the visitors, so varied, Were attentive and polite, Everybody so intrigued with Every battle plan and fight. There were artifacts and movies, Interviews with those who fought, Which enhanced the schoolbook knowledge That each one of us was taught. Hours...

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John Hemingway has died at the age of a hundred and five It was the luck of the Irish he said that helped him to survive At the age of nineteen he left his home in County Dublin And enlisted in the Royal Air Force and was officially sworn in. It was at the age of twenty-one that...

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One cold November, in the not-too-distant soon  the echoes of these shores will ever silent be as fewer come each year to where their pals were strewn; on Omaha, among the rest of war’s debris. Fewer again will hear cannons roar, a rifle’s snap, a bullet’s thwack, the screams of pain, the corpsman call. And yet they come, the few, in...

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A poem inspired by “Involuntary Spies” by Marion Strobel: Without a Shadow of a Doubt Soldiers, Spies, Brute Strength, Intelligence Without a shadow of doubt, there is a difference The latter exists in a position of negligence Yet they stand strong and courageous Without a shadow of a doubt, their loyalty is contagious Ready to die for their country for a cause...

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Each brush stroke sparks a fire Burning endless miles As one man sits in silence Looking back through his life Deep within his mind a memory set in time Resurfacing through his life A masterpiece Lost in time Taken from a dream rekindling a yearning need He ponders a joyous time To relive through each night As the morning arrives with...

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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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