Wwi Poems - Poems about Wwi

Easter Eggs and Tulips Grandaddy was a quiet soul, born in 88 on a spring day. He often stopped to graze his sheep, on the lush green grass shoots in May found at my grandmother’s old house, where...Read the rest...

After Their War David J Walker There was only desire and comfort/convenience Laced with certain frames of entertainment in between the crap games played with life Everything OD green was repainted except the screen with the Signal filled cable...Read the rest...

Famished and flagging footsoldiers; facing fatigue, fitful fever, faeces and foul, foetid fungi. Fostering feelings, frustrated, for this faraway, foreign field. Forays so fraught with fine failure; forfeiting furtive and fiendish, fatally fettered from the first. Forged by such fatuous fawners, for folly to...Read the rest...

Famished and flagging footsoldiers; formerly fitters and farmers. Facing fatigue, fitful fever, faeces and foul, foetid fungi. Fostering feelings, frustrated, for this faraway, foreign field. Forsaking fissures and furrows, forced forwards with fleetness of foot. Firearms flash and fragments fly far, feigning the firmament...Read the rest...

heroes? there are none here, now ... ever ... don’t feign to look, for your eyes will beg their smiles,...Read the rest...

U-boats sinking ships and Red Baron in the skies welcome to the war...Read the rest...

As dusk their line visibly bows Cropped heads beneath mounds fold Glum shadows through addle fields row Listless turrets sprout o'er demarcated woe Sallowed eyes in bleary sockets rolled As dusk their line visibly bows Shocked ears to concussive barrage close As...Read the rest...

Treading lightly through snaking, muddy trench Squeaking boots with slippery grooves synch A mass of matted flesh bares its rotten stench Thirsting maggots, doting flies cannot quench No rustic accoutrements adorn, not even a bench Deep longing for warm touches...Read the rest...