War
Can you hear the distant shrieks. Or would you call them cries. For I relive them in my dreams and hear them when I close my eyes.
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Can you hear the distant shrieks. Or would you call them cries. For I relive them in my dreams and hear them when I close my eyes.
They stare at me, those empty beds, but then I can't bare to look back; instead, content In mind to gaze away, averting sore, Salt-ruddy orbs, I'm ignoring the pain: The lance-like thrust invading my...
I sit in the memory of Tom, Watching bagpipes and drums, I hear his voice above the crowd, Shooing off a wayward cloud, I remember for him, Sitting in the silent din, Imagining as bombs rained...
At the request of @smellyfingers Although the noise of the guns was like incessant thunder in the dark skies overhead; I did not retreat.
They say time is a great healer But I can't agree I was one of the lucky ones Or am I, I can no longer see Blinded by an artillery blast But at least I made it out alive I lock away those memories I...
A SOLDIERS POEM:: If I die in war zone, Box me up and send me home. Put my medals on my chest, Tell my mum I did my best.
Sing your remembrance. For we miss you all. So brave to fight. So willing to fall. Sing your sorrow. For how we couldn't assist. So ignorant and rude. So we'd all persist. Sing your pain. Let is know.
Artillery blitzed the enemy all night. Over one million shells it was quite a fright. Us Tommys aimed to blow up their barbed wire. For as a prospect to us it was rather dire.
Memories they burn me I served my country well. I made it out of a nightmare only to find myself in hell. So many regrets, so much blood upon my hands.
When I die, place me in a coffin with my medals on my chest. Before I die, tell my mother not to lose sleep over me. When I'm away, tell my kids to be good and do what their mother says.
Pick up your sabres. We fight at dawn. The night cannot last past then. If its a blood-bath they want A blood-bath they'll get, To lie with the rest of their kin.
I have decided to post this poem to raise awareness of the soldiers away fighting to keep our countries free.