Ypres Poems - Poems about Ypres

Courage of Youth, Battle of Ypres, Flanders Field (A Tribute) Tough as nails young man with a red right hand red-fire and whiskey ran in his blood. Courageous seed of vast and cold hard land quick temper, power of a surging flood. Seeker of life, its promised mysteries rash gambler with all he would ever own. Born on ship in high wind swept,...

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QUIET FIELDS OF YPRES by JOHN M. ARRIBAS These fields are quiet and silent there is little sound Dandelions and wild flowers cover the ground The grasses are tall and green. The soil is soft and damp Stillness belies the sanctity of these fields. Ten decades ago great acts of heroism happened here. Men risked and sacrificed their lives to save a brother While...

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My Father Took me to the Menin Gate lest I should not know that lives were lost to make me free. Then at the cemetery I fell asleep while he walked along the rows on soft grass between the crosses Then I heard the tanks roll around a heavy grinding hell raising sound that crunched the gravel. Before the echo died came boots...

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My Father took me to the Menin Gate lest I should not knot that lives were lost to make me free. Then at the cemetery I fell asleep while he walked along the rows on soft grass between the crosses. Then I heard the tanks roll round a heavy grinding hell-raising sound that crunched the gravel. Before the echo died came boots of...

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Luna comes to paint a portrait, each stroke fails to capture me. I pray this moon not find its muse in the reluctance of my memory. Tonight the stars above Ypres dance, to the rocket solar flairs. The moon tonight so strong in indeed, for tonight my heart it bares....

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Even the dead reject this blasted earth. The ground, such as it is, Is freshly Antidiluvean, The corpses swim within its tumbled, heaving masses Blood and mud the mortar Holding the chaos together. The sun is weak, Ashamed to break the haze To bring to light the obscenities transpiring here. The whistles blow The troglodytes emerge From their respective holes, Staggering towards one another Through watery craters Over the...

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