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.
My grandfather was a farmer; his hands were hard and cracked
His words were soft and careful built from farming fact
The outside world was foreign, until it came to call
Taxation and enlistment for the betterment of all
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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.
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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.
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.
A tear ran down her cheek
As she read the words he wrote
His dad sat at the table
With a lump in his throat
My parents, my 22 yr old son, my husband, my 4 siblings, my sister's daughter and her son who grew up with my parents and is like a brother just passed 10 days ago.
When my son passed...
There's more to the story,
than what just appears.
A war written story,
from blood and from tears.
Definitely it has touched my heart. Not mine, but on each reader's minds, this poem has created a very emotional ache. It is about freedom, fight, love and pain. And this poem describes...
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'Jack fell as he'd have wished,' the mother said,
And folded up the letter that she'd read.
'The Colonel writes so nicely.' Something broke
In the tired voice that quavered to a choke.
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.
When you wake up in the morning or stay up nights on end,
Know that your sister is here till the very end.
When you gather your equipment and grasp your gun,
Know that you're loved, brother, uncle, son.
My brother left when I was 10 years old, and I didn't know what life had in store for me. A few months after my grandma died from lung cancer, he left. Some people don't know what it feels...
(The book I've been reading rests on my knee,
you sleep.) (Wendy Cope)
I am trying to read, I cannot sleep,
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...
He says he's leaving.
He'll be gone about a year.
He's headed off to fight the war,
And his time is drawing near.
My fiancee is in the Air Force (pilot), currently in Israel. He was supposed to come home in April, after being there a year. But he was offered a promotion last minute. He decided to take it...
You've been there for me
Through it all.
You're always there to catch me
When I start to take a fall.
I know how you feel, I do share the same thing but they're are still my brothers regardless of what they do. I'll still love them no matter what.
I will wish you and your brother good luck...
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,
There's a little boy standing by the fence with a flag in his hand.
He's sad and confused; he doesn't understand.
He watches his daddy turn and head up on the bus.
He watches him go and doesn't even fuss.
This poem was beautifully delivered. Every word you wrote created a picture in my head. Well done.
Although he could not say with words
The love he felt inside,
He treasured every moment
And his heart would fill with pride.
I cried!! Many families find it hard to say those most important 3 little words.
I can remember the first time that I
saw your smiling face,
I held you close to my heart, you could
probably hear it race.
Wow!!!!!! A beautiful poem :D I love it, it's so touching
When I first came into this world,
You could not be there.
But Mommy promised every night
That you would always care.
My dad was killed weeks before I came into the world and only days before the horrible war ended, so he never knew the child he was expecting was a girl. I would give everything to give him...
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,
To you, I may be very small
Or think I don't know much at all.
I've learned to grow up rather fast
With so much future and not much past.
Such a touching poem. I love it so much, because of it, I am now doing it to present to my class. ??
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