Ww2 Poems - Poems about Ww2

"After Auschwitz, there is no poetry" - Theodor W. Adorno hope nailed to the cross mankind at its darkest hour there's no forgetting AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 23, 2025...

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They called me a coward, said my words would hide, Too scared to face the storm, I’d run and confide. My thoughts were shadows, secrets locked tight, In silence, I fought my own ing fight. They wanted thunder, loud as hell, To shout like lightning, break the spell. But my voice shook, a flickering flame, Afraid the truth would tarnish my name. They...

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My love for my dad, this is how this pen goes, I often speculate often to myself about his whereabouts? My love for my dad. Vague memories, and his lack of presence in my childhood Dad, I'm sure you attempted to do your best. My love for My dad. Overwhelmed with questions about the unknown of uneventful circumstances,...

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It started with a man Born in 1889 Everybody knows his name He's a villain Your going to hear what happened He did it on purpose It started in 1939 Lasted 6 years People are dying The USA stays out of the way Well allies join the fight A war that lasted a life time Many died woman help They get jobs...

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Planes like dragonflies skimming over the pond* ~Pearl Harbor *Japanese torpedo aviator remembering December 7, 1941...

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female collaborator, passionate romantic lover, despicable and unforgivable traitor or cringing victim of horrendous war-rape they know not. shave her head in a grotesque ceremony of humiliation they do nevertheless. such are the ways of the human, despicable morally in group as she is....

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It was 1942 on the Kokoda Track And the Diggers were holding the Japanese back Keith Irwin of the 2/2 nd battalion was in a slit trench With a mate alone, dirty and fully drenched They had the jungle in the back And the Japanese in front marauding as a fact It was Christmas but not for these Aussie...

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The sea spray hit my face As the ship sailed into the storm The movement up and down of the deck Had me holding the deck railing It was my job to look into the mist And look for the enemy who were looking for us We were in and out of snow squalls The danger of the sea and the Germans...

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The moon casts shadows of deep cold glare Grumbling engines roll and tear through the quiet loss of silence in the evening air Practice over the walls of dam For a mission that will change the fate of man See giant birds with still wings soar Listen to the dinning engines roar Feel the presence of courage and cunning and...

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Damien Parer was an Australian cameraman Who went to war with the 2nd AIF in WW2 In the desert sands of Libya at Tobruk And Greek mountains he filmed the Australians But his best work was on the Kokoda Trail Where his “Kokoda Front Line!” won an Academy Award He went with the American Marines on Peleliu Island And was shot dead...

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Triggars clicking, Men shooting, aeroplanes flying, bombs dropping, bones breaking, trees snapping, people dying, letters sending, women crying, peace starting, children learning, earth changing....

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Look back on the war All that corruption Caused by a world, A world of destruction All the men Who gave their lives And left their home Their families, their wives Hear the guns Trilling out death And through their helmets All smell is their breath. Into the muddy trenches again Their retreat, their haven With rats running over the dead And flying over head is a...

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