1. There Will Come Soft Rains (War Time)
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
Almost as long as there has been life, war has been a part of it. Mankind continues to wage war even though the consequences often breed nothing but misery. However, when a person is called to defend his or her country, or protect other defenseless people, it is his duty to fight. There is no question that there is evil in the world and we must not rest on our laurels and say it is none of our business. We cannot stand by and watch while others are being persecuted. It is the duty of mankind to uphold justice.
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
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The honor guard stands sentinel and stiff-backed.
Their tears silently fall, for their brotherhood was forged in combat.
One of their own will be laid to rest,
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Behold the aging soldier. He's grown longer in the tooth.
He wears the scars of battle that had squandered all his youth.
Although his war has ended, he finds much to his dismay.
The demons that now haunt him just don't seem to go away.
A young boy playing games of war,
His imaginings filled with innocence, unaware of reality's horror.
He heard a voice filled with cadences being sung like hymns,
Veterans are men and women,
who fight because they care.
They give their lives to serve our country,
by land, by sea, or by air.
They sacrificed their lives, entered the gates of hell,
Onward they stumbled, while all around them fell,
War weary, ragged, faces dirt encrusted, black.
Impatient for the whistle, ready for attack.
Listen
Listen to the distant drums.
Listen to the bugles calls.
Row upon row the poppies grow,
Each one a symbol to brave men we will never know.
They stood before us, they stood up straight,
A man walked up to me some time ago.
He had a story he wanted me to know.
He reached out his hand to shake mine,
I pledge allegiance to the American Flag; forever may she wave.
God bless those covered with her as they're lowered to their grave.
We must not take for granted the freedoms that we share
and the soldiers that protect us in our darkest hour.
Driving home one day after hours of monotonous office work,
Saw a man sitting by the road; looked as one down on his luck.
Paid small notice to the figure; my lonely life was in a rut.
He was just another beggar holding out a shiny tin cup.
What a beautiful poem. God bless all the veterans: dead, alive, and the ones still fighting. To all of you, a proud salute, my prayers, and love.
Fallen heroes one by one,
In the news there's another one.
Whether they fight or whether they are on call,
It's time to thank them once and for all.
If I don't make it home, please remember it wasn't because I didn't try.
The last thing I wanted was to make you cry.
I wanted more than anything to make it back to you,
This was a beautiful poem about the plight of all the men and women who sacrifice their lives daily for our freedom. The families and friends they leave behind for the love and cost for...
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
How blue are the eyes of my darling
And warm are her lips ruby red.
How white are her arms of enchantment
That beckon me into her bed.
They walked miles on foot,
Losing loved ones on the way,
Through grim, dirt and soot,
Traveling night and all day.
This poem was a very nice poem. My ancestors traveled the Trail of Tears.
We have an understanding, you and I.
We sit in silence; nothing needs to be said.
I know the weight you carry.
From year to year he drifts alone.
His story only few have known.
About a boy who went to war,
Running through the battlefield, bracing for the bang.
Cannons fire near me, metal swords go clang.
Everyone I know and love could flash before my eyes.
He is an armchair critic
Who likes to watch the news.
Staring at his old TV,
He mumbles as he views,
Wow, I love your poem.. Hats off to your old forgotten soldier.