The Poems of War (Abridged version for competition

This is a small collections of poems about the taste of the life of a soldier. It includes many different forms of Poetry.

SOLDIER TOYS

As the crowd cheers them soldiers on

The Green Boys march down the high road

Their trousers and khaki forms crisp

Their boots a clacking on the street

Marching stiff backs and legs a toy

Their mothers cry with saddened joy

 

Their fathers approve with a nod

As the youth and laughter march off

To the banners of the army

For the final glories of war

 

Lonely Corpse

The first man to die

The hardest experience

The lonely corpse floats

Into the crystal waters

And the corps breaks vow

Etched to leave no man behind

Yet waves reclaim him

And the wind blows chilly breeze

Just another number

Among the millions more

We expendables

 

 

The Dead Man

On the Battlefield the Dead-Man Reaps,

Through the blood, the bodies and the beats

Ever onwards through wire he creeps

All night and day he patiently waits

Until someone makes fatal mistakes

He quickly grabs hold and never shakes

With his grip iron he claims his prize

For those left who are counted lucky?

Onwards they trudge through mud and fire

 

For these men have faced the Reaper

And from now to the end do they march

Their Spirits broken beyond recall

A cross and a hole dug for them all

For they know the enemy and wait

That none can escape the grasp of fate.

 

The First Frontier

“Land.”

The waves

Corpses float

Down the beach

Bullets spray the surf

Smashing into soft flesh

Throats parched scream carnage and death

As red stains the sand and water

Heads down advanced the boat soldiers

Rushing into the valley of death

Craters become homes to the doomed soldiers

Underneath the valley of rifles

The broken men mourn their comrades

And with bitter taste in mouth

They fight on grimly

Not for country

Nor friendship

Survive

End.

 

 

Aliens

Death is all they thought of

But now the time has come

Kings and queens have rejoiced

And the big Fat Man sings

People in the street shout

For the war is finished

 

The soldiers crawl out of their holes

And depart from the broken world

That they had once called home

The soldiers have no hate left

Nor do they have any love left

Broken boys in broken bodies

Are counted the lucky ones

For they crawl upon their friends

 

Their CEO’s shout and scream

But the soldiers cannot be joyed

They are now living corpses

And the crowds stare as they stumble on

Down the road of victory

They stare through sullen eyes

At the society that condemned

A whole generation to death

 

Wives come to embrace their husbands

But none can be found

Children try to find their fathers

And some find the newly cripples

Brothers, uncles, friends

All buried in upturned graves

Forever forgotten for what they did

Those that survive are strangers

Forever in the eyes of the judges.

End