Foxhole Poems - Poems about Foxhole

“I am going to peek out the foxhole!” The squirrel told his troop. “Don’t call it that!” screeched Finicky Farlane, spilling his soup. Seriously, it is called that for real, Finicky, said Sergeant McBeal. They should rename it...Read the rest...

No poetry in a foxhole when the shelling starts Battle-weary soldiers contest Well, there are no poets in a foxhole either I was about to protest... Rat-a-tat-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat Grinning bullets whiz by my...Read the rest...

THE FOXHOLE I was not on the forefront upon a battle ground, But in a little foxhole was where I would be found. It was a little bunker upon a little hill, I kept a watch there nightly, a...Read the rest...

The silence... The stillness Akin to shadows, long fingers reach Warriors and I Lie here in the hallow Fear…beside us, beseech! Where is the enemy? Whispers seem to ring out Lips from my fingers, keeps head from arise To quell eager peering about I am...Read the rest...

~~ Yes, Virginia. There are agnostics and atheists in foxholes. ~~...Read the rest...

The sergeant volunteered me for guard this cold and moonless night. I was rushed to the front as a new replacement addin' to my plight. I don't even know the sergeant's name and I doubt that he...Read the rest...

'Twas just him and his thoughts in that cold and lonely hole, Awaiting the sergeant's dreaded muster to begin the night's patrol. For days the weary soldier had been on the line in bitter battle, 'Midst the deafening...Read the rest...