War Poems | Examples of War Poetry

GOD'S FLOWERS We're not buds of war, we're the flowers of God, scented with his love. The world is God's garden. We must fruit it with world peace:- ...

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SLEEPING AND WAKING We sleep in God's peace, Why wake up in Satin's wars? Let's wake how we sleep!...

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Pandemic warring, Human nature’s volcanic Lava flow of hate; Scorching love with agony: Her world’s peace flowing away:- ...

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Cells held secret ballots in my bones, voting for mutiny in whispers. Cancer, that drunk architect, scribbled collapse into my blood's blueprint. They built black gardens in my lungs, where breathing became a treasonous act. Tumours whittled my ribs into broken bridges, pinned eviction notices on my veins. Every chemo drip was a gamble— waging war against a traitor that wore my own face. Hair fell...

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I once had a special place by the sea; My favorite place for God and me. The only sounds I heard were the roarings of the sea and the still small voice of God. The sea gulls flocked by the sea cliffs. And the big cargo ships from far eastern Shores slowly flowing under the Golden Gate Bridge was always a sight...

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Eight decades past world war two was at its last gasp.' Parades were to folow.' Nazi Germany was beaten hollow Like a drum..'Some scenes echo.' And make me dumb my Mouth, silent my eyes observe the violence shaky screened Whirrs my mind.' On the real actions of nazis and horrifc Finds.' Humans dehumanised stacked like sides of pork Or cords of...

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Revenge is mine (Inspired by the war in Ukraine) My homeland is ablaze below I’m watching from above Invading wolf packs steal the show It’s death I’m speaking of They fill the space in endless stream No end to foreign horde One cannot wake from ugly dream Of blood and gore, oh, Lord I am a drone, men put me forth The shield of the oppressed Avenging...

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Through false truth, the Rus reclaims hegemony, Farming trolls to be enrolled, 'Neath bridges, clowns, see enemies, Puking riddles on those tolled. Then the bots deliver the hurl, Regurgitate into the net, Till truth is common as a pearl, Yet what you see is what you get. Spidered webs entangle yonder, The language largely modeled, And artificial minds are left to ponder, Which words are...

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From East to West let my servant's trumpet announce this victory over those who defied me; no Greek dares to fight me: I am their uttermost deity! They named me Zeus and look to me for guidance, I carry the thunderbolt and I strike all enemies with vengeance; they fell by the dozen in the battlefield below Athens, the ones who survived will challenge me...

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Never spoke About the things I can do or would do Always told you About what I've done Some right and some wrong. I never let my flaws Weigh me down Right from birth Right from my mother's womb I've been striving for authenticity not perfection Not letting my imperfections take over me. Like my mother Never neglected me Amidst my imperfections She knows my...

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from the cities, from the towns. from the farms, and from all around. they swarmed in their droves to sign their names away to a story that was golden. to a story that was sold. so it was said to them; "you`ll be home in time to sit around the Christmas tree." "don't be touched by the coward's hand." "stand up and be a...

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"After Auschwitz, there is no poetry" - Theodor W. Adorno hope nailed to the cross mankind at its darkest hour there's no forgetting AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 23, 2025...

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whispers faint traverse cobblestones… a continent... echoing blood-red ...

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a rude boys awakening for paris jackson the first taste of water was bothered in sought minds lost walked was the way into darkness's hold hold of myself leaving time to know when time that awaits the mind leaping towards dominion escaping fortune the sands reflection of depth that is one meditation and one godhead no metal may be reserved withing the void abject poverty is when when i had...

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“Consequence” Smile, Smile, Smile my little child, Smile. I know you can Oh, little child of the street. Pope Francis says, “You are a consequence, A consequence of war.” Your tattered clothes, Your blackened face, You’re all alone, You have no home. Smile, Smile, Smile my little child, Smile. I see your tears, I feel your pain, You bear the cross Of mankind’s wrath. You...

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