Poems about War poems

Depression is a fightOr a flightDepression is a theifThat should be locked upDepression steals...HappinessMotivationSleep Your appetiteIt steals your view on lifeIt steals how you view yours

ague and fightBark and bitecome and get you in the nightTiyler durden is ready to fightready to give you all his mightYou gave him all your shitand now you make it look like it is all his faul

War not really sure what Im fighting forBut what I know is I want war no moreWe fight and we fight and we fightThrough hell, sleet, day and nightIve seen mothers, sisters, fathers, and brothers

A war of words, a war of wordsOnly in their simplicity we can affordThese spoken words when out of controlBury nations in graves deeper than any holeA war of friends, a war of friendsIs okay at

The mountain sheep are sweeter, But the valley sheep are fatter; We therefore deemed it meeter To carry off the latter. We made an expedition; We met a host, and quelled it; We

Let the war begin.missiles fired from afarhigh above bombs are dropped, missiles fall, bombs explode.Down below, fire and noise; smoke and dust, lights go out, and buildings gone, streets on

Three little letters a simple anagram of raw, but the outcome is Death Devastation, Sorrow.For the thousands of innocents massacred, there is no tomorrow.They had no choice, not even a voice, ove

When I was four I crossed the roadTo pick some flowers growing wildIn meadows lovely to a childAllowed to roam the birds' abode.A wandering bomb had hit the homeWhich once stood calm upon this p

A cloud has lowered that shall not soon pass o'er. The world takes sides: whether for impious aims With Tyranny whose bloody toll enflames A generous people to heroic war; Whether with Freedom, st

Reflections on the poet's youth. An apostrophe to Selma. Oscar obtains leave to go to Inis-thona, an island of Scandinavia. The mournful story of Argon and Ruro, the two sons of the king of Inis-thona

Roland cannot go to school, his brother needs the trousers, for shorts the weather is too coolno clothes for rabblerousers.The war was won by others, yupthe piper must be paidI'll go around wit

Over at the river's bankstands my buddy, Mellow Frank, thinking of the German Tankthat he observed right where it sankthey saved the captain, what a crankhe chewed tobacco and he stankwith two p