War Poem

Not all communication is verbal and sometimes we know just how a person feels although they haven't said a thing.

Words Not Spoken

© Beatrice Boyle
Although he could not say with words
The love he felt inside
He treasured every moment
And his heart would fill with pride
He never said I love you
But he came to every game
Even in defeat his son knew
He loved him just the same
He'd pat him on the head
Or maybe ruffle his hair
And tell him he was proud of him
As long as he played fair
When he graduated college
I love you wasn't said
He smiled as he shook his hand
Mumbling, well done, my boy instead
When his son went to war
He trembled as he spoke
And brushing away the tears
He made a little joke

Now, his son's come home
And he stands with eyes downcast
His hands stroking the coffin
Saying I love you son at last!

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Published: Feb 2006

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  • This story moved me.. and brought back memories of my father.. I stood at his grave not knowing what it felt like to hear him say .. I love you.. good father good teacher, iron man with no fear.. died violently. it's okay I love you g.s.g RIP

    Jeremy Submitted Feb 2011
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  • I never really started loving poetry until I was introduced to the poems of Wilfred Owen who is now my favorite poet. I adore war poems. May all of you who lost family members in war be comforted. S. L.

    Sister Lydia Submitted Aug 2011
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  • Great poem but very sad. There are a lot of people that can't say the words, I love you, but we should learn to say them and many more like them before it is too late for the person to hear them.

    Ginger, Upper Marlboro, MD Submitted Aug 2011
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  • I have not yet gone through that pain yet and hopefully never will. Those people who have gone through that though I am truly sorry I send out love to all those family that wait to see there father, husband, brother, sister, friend walk up to them with a smile and a hug but yet see them lying down cold. I have not gone through that but on November 20 2011 I will either be a widow or a blessed woman. To all who have suffered I am deeply sorry and though I have not experienced pain in the way you have and I have not said I love you to my husband in 1 year and 2 months and 12 days. A lesson all people should learn is to hold on and love the person you love or cherish if there risking there life or sitting in a office or sitting right next to you make sure they know how much they love you because you never know when the end might be.

    Kaylin, Murrieta Submitted Aug 2011
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  • I used this poem for my teacher and classmates and they loved it. Although many said it was sad. I touched me in a special way and I won't forget this poem.

    Viper Submitted 5/14/2013
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  • Reading the poem "words not spoken", has really touched my heart, especially the last paragraph. Personally this poem is telling us to always say what is in your heart to those people who are very close to you, because tomorrow might not come and you will end up regretting for the rest of your life.

    Patricia Livingston, Papua New Guinea Submitted 6/24/2013
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  • My dad didn't die in the war but at home. I still know the pain of not having him home to care for you or congratulate you. In my eyes he was the bravest hero I know, his friends were going to be deployed but he volunteered for a double deployment and the army rejected the idea. He was in the airborne (idk what branch they are tbh) then broke his foot and they didn't let him jump again, after that he joined the army. He died when I was two as of today it's been twelve years without him. Thanks for taking your time for reading this. RIP daddy C.V.C

    Chance Crabtree Milan,Tennessee Submitted 1/13/2014
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