Poems about War poems

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

...........................................War! War! War! ...................................Is all that people talk about.................................... .......War! War! War! ...............

Cave, Cave, Deus Videt(Beware, Beware, God Sees Thee) ...Crude those canyonsscratched by fear and hatewhere hope abandonedyoung men to their fatewhose blood erodeswee rivulets through the tr

They say our world is truly roundand that the borders are not real, as in the airspace can be foundGod's promise and his lone appeal.The clouds do travel far and wide, helped by the clever winds

It's been forty eight years since I went away, I really wanted to go, to help my country in some way. It seems I like only yesterday, that I became an American Soldier, Going through Basic train