Stop All The Blood
Restrain your anger
And run to find some shelter
Flames and eruptions
Are there only reactions...
War Poems - Page 4
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1914-1918 War
Soldiers Bravely Giving Their Lives For Our FreedomThey 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. -
Brave American Knight
A Forgotten VeteranDriving 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.Featured Shared StoryWhat 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.
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The Soldier
He marches along the dirt gravel road
His gun in his hands, his pack on his back
His countries weight on his shoulders
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A Letter Home
Truth About Fighting A WarI left home at seventeen to fight for King and country,
I signed up to a hero's welcome and proudly marched away,
We departed with pride in our hearts, sure we'd be home by Christmas,
The Hun was an easy catch, at least that's what they told us. -
Duty Calls
You're somewhere far away doing what you must
we are left behind and told to be strong
They say go whether is right or wrong
duty calls...Featured Shared StoryI read this and thought about when my husband is on deployment and it was right on the money. Thank you so much for share this with all to read.
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Beat! Beat! Drums!
Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force,
Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation,
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The Western Front
At the Western Front where we defend
Among the dead bodies of foe and of friend
The guns and their bullets fire evermore
That is the sound of the Great World War... -
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Different Uniform
Two Sides To A WarHe sat in his foxhole,
Fired his last round.
Looked at his friend,
Fatally wounded.
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