World War Poems

The silhouettes are all that remain:
There is nothing left of them
But the memories that have faded over the years.
From generation to generation,
The stories were passed...

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Four-score years ago, the youth of Allied Armies stormed Normandy's shore;
Men in the December of their years returned today recalling the gore of war.
They wept...

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The poppies grow where the bodies lay.
They grow out of their skulls;
Out of bullet holes and discarded limbs—
Anything is their home.
And in this brutal massacre,
A...

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Our silent heroes:

The animals who served us

Did not have a choice....

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You say you care about people black and brown,
And victims of war in every Gazan town.
But I doubt your heart, here’s why I think it...

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The Wilderness

The world around me
took my time away... 
and it tried to take 
everything else too, 
but that did not happen. 

Storms come and go,...

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Sugar

A cup of sugar
borrowed from a neighbor... 
One that I have never met before. 
Will they even answer the door?

What should I say? 
In that...

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when an impenetrable shield ~ is struck by an unbreakable sword 

in the collision not one atom is lost ~ and stalemate gets restored

far better...

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I watched a dog sweep across the land where no man stands:
So delicate in his every step. He manoeuvred across it
With very little fault, and...

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On The Verge

Beady eye, horse riding dictator
Replacing peace with violence
Using conventional weapons against 
A sovereign, democratic nation

His wanderlust and ideologic hatred
Remain unabated

Now beginning to see...

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What is Britian doing.? Building munitions sites for
Shooting..Arms factorys in the ukraine (now today!)
I urge just think? again! Why not talk of peace? In
Which the...

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We’d already beaten Japan
But the A-bomb was Truman’s plan
To tell Russian reds
We’ll cut you to shreds
And that’s how the Cold War began

We flashed two targets...

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It caters to an arrogance of hate
when war becomes a method of despite.
Through vile contempt, he seeks to cultivate
a dogma that defines inhuman blight.
The devil’s...

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As swift assaults endeavored to prevail,
the magnitude of death was asinine.
‘Twas such a toll above a measured scale
that no explicit value could define.
As battles raged,...

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And all the world would change forevermore,
for solitude’s content has come undone.
Its island bliss could harbor it no more  
as destiny unleased the rising...

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