|Best Poems About / On SOLDIER
Grenades storm shattered glass
Grenades storm shattered glass
Smoke-filled rooms outside
Dirt & rocks pilot past
No reception one phone
2 sergeants' & twelve soldiers
Wishing they could all go home
Four wounded six-killed
Storm in a desert maturing closer
Young guns - rage filled
Gray-haired clouds sky lighting combs
Wet fatigues soaked in frowns
Yells & cries from stomach moans
While thunder smacks the sky red
Pain inflicted explosions
Camouflaged mines cover your head
Silent moments & paralyzed eyes
Terrorize by sounds of night
Bombs exploding hear babies cry
Trapped from the blind side this is the worst
Black Hawk down three soldiers caught
Caged like beaten animals -dying of thirst
Hands tied behind backs
State Anthem whispering 1st & 2nd verse
soldiers holding gunny sacks
Lips lacerated -several wounds bleed
Poisoned rodents in a dark corner
Soldiers barefooted shoes made from sleeves
Maggots found in every meal
Infected flesh with open sores
Hardened scabs on body get peeled-
Loaves of bread molded -years & months old
Sickening smell of the buried
Piles of shit beginning to mold
Infamous hearts lock & load
Spiritually conquered -shot mentally
Enemies game while opponents guns fold
With a killer passion
And hunger rooted in the night
camaflouge a soldiers fashion
The poor join because they can
The addicted and the homeless
apply to be the new army man
Disguised by pain
men no longer sane
of memories saved
in the bloody fox hole
Tattooes of the flag
A heroic soldier holds a baby
the daddy's in a body bag
Lined up to be voice
blindfolded both eyes closed
execution is no choice
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Every soldier is a willing terrorist
Waiting only for the order to come
To pull the trigger on someone
And throw granites at another one.
Every terrorist is a forced soldier
Waiting to annihilates the suppression
And free the people of their love
From the wilderness in the civilization.
What matters here is both kills
One claims to kill to defense
Another claim to kill to free
At the end both become the losers
And innocent people gather tears in their eyes.
Guns and granites is no peace matters
Once they are touched forever follows the fear
Every second each one dies in freezing heat
That boils the heart and soul and conscience.
Rights is what the terrorist is fighting for
Might is what the soldier is given
When the soldier dies, he dies and gains
When a terrorist dies, he dies in vain
Yet each has the essential supports
The soldiers essence is to defend
While the terrorist break the fence.
Be it in defense
Or a wave in defiance
The earth is wet again and again
With the blood of human agony
And again the people gather tears in their eyes.
That which lives so far
Through the many wars
Are not man and his will
But the guns that kill.
Open the eyes my brothers
The soldier and the terrorist,
We cant cup the water in both palms
And walk a hundred miles to quench the dying souls
Its next to our feet, we shall bow and lift the humanity.
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A Soldiers Wifes Dream of hope
His dream was loving only one to love. War was the game we played when we were kids.
Now he's on the battle field. Fight to live. Only to dream what is to Be.
She lays awake wondering where he is. She wishes he was there to hold. Soldiers Dream alive.
3a.m wake of silence. She dreams one last shot. After battle is At End.
Was he the soldier to Fall?
She prays he is alive. it is only a dream of Fear. She gets the call he is alive the soldiers Dream still alive,
Time has come war is Grounded.The Love united. The Soldiers Dream Now to be. She cries A Soldiers Home and to be with me.
Untied we shall stand and support We will give. Until the last soldier is here.
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Suicide in the Trenches
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
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