Ww2 Poems - Poems about Ww2

Hope nailed to the cross

"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

Categories: ww2, abuse, evil, hope, men,
Form: Haiku

Silent Battles

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

Categories: ww2, absence, angel, anxiety, cheer
Form: I do not know?

A letter to a ww2 vet My Dad

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,

Categories: ww2, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Ww2

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

Categories: ww2, holocaust, war, world war
Form: Free verse

Dragonflies

Planes like dragonflies
skimming over the pond*
~Pearl Harbor

*Japanese torpedo aviator remembering December 7, 1941

Categories: ww2, war,
Form: Senryu

Trial By Public Opinion

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.

Categories: ww2, eulogy,
Form: Free verse

War - Ww2 - Kokoda Christmas

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

Categories: ww2, world war ii,
Form: Epic

War - Ww2 - Arctic

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

Categories: ww2, world war ii,
Form: Epic

Six One Seven Ww2

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

Categories: ww2, class, cool, courage, hero,
Form: Dramatic Verse

Damien Parer, Ww2 Cameraman

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

Categories: ww2, world war ii,
Form: Ballad

Ww2

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

Categories: ww2, war, world war ii,
Form: Narrative

Ww2 Poem

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

Categories: ww2, brother, death, dedication, devotion,
Form: Quintain (English)