Military Poems with Titles
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“Military Poems with Titles” There are a total of six poems in this folder.
“Blinded by Tears”
whoosh of tires softly moving over cracked asphalt,
gentle murmur of friendly voices,
fresh mowed grass smells of summer,
warm breeze flags rustling softly,
droning insects in woods nearby,
words of comfort of heaven bound,
smooth dirt thudding on wooden lid,
blurred vision of blue uniform,
pressing folded fabric,
white stars gleaming,
thunder cracks of rifle reports,
whirring wings startled birds take flight,
mournful notes drifting into cloudless sky,
can our unborn child,
hear her father’s voice,
I would have liked,
to been able to tell her someday,
but I am blinded by tears.
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“Mothers at War”
She serves her country in harms way
works so hard to ease the strain
she misses family every day
hiding all those thoughts of pain.
Desert, jungle, air or sea
no matter where she fights
she follows a most solemn decree
that what she does is right.
Ones that have been left behind
a daily struggle to get by
the love they feel is in a bind
cannot show will make her cry.
Prayers always on bended knee
please keep her safe is all we ask
bring their mother home to me
let her finish her appointed task.
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“Our Guard”
men and women young and old
whose principles cannot be sold
rally round and heed the call
answer proudly when disasters fall.
offering trained medical care
to those in tents with vacant stares
the town they find is filled with rubble
patrolling groups stem any trouble.
bury the dead and feed the living
filled with hope and a spirit of giving
in regular training learn skills to hone
many are shipped to combat zone.
weekend warriors was a derisive cry
that is until the shrapnel would fly
convoys attacked and lives are lost
swift reactions lesson the cost.
rebuilding schools and winning hearts
protecting our honor is just the start
around the world our troops reflect
that the Guard has finally earned their respect.
our neighbors and friends give their all
so the rest of us can all stand tall
all the blood and the tears have come to fruition
our country is proud of our well-regulated militia.
this poem is inspired by a brave warrior lass, and a friend that I have grown to love. Thank you Cowgirl
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“______________” (fill in the blank, hero of your choice)
Dusty box in closet spare
tired eyes in thinning hair
memories of friendships past
calm the nightmares that will last
dress in uniform fit is tight
comrades in arms to spend the night
hoist a glass of spirits now
as the years fall from brow
was this the youth I used to be
when called for country overseas
left home and family far behind
band of brothers ease the mind
stride for stride we march along
for each other remain strong
battle won can mourn our loss
tally up the terrible cost
thoughts and dreams as they roam
learning now will be going home
others too under locks
winging home in wooden box
touching down on native soil
see crowds of family start to boil
emotions begin to overflow
lovers face in halo’s glow
eyes that see only one
all the medals that were won
little child peeps around
to see the parent that has come down
holding tight to fragile frame
this is worth more than fame
returning to civilian life
many pleasures ease the strife
strangers offer thanks to me
helped keep children’s country free
watching own family grow
not immune to all the woe
when time has come for eternal rest
twas in fact for the best
drifting now back through time
interrupted by doorbell’s chime
my old friends here at last
come on in let’s have a blast
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“Dust to Dust”
Yellow Sun
Green Grass
Brown Earth
Grey Smoke
Blue Steel
Red Blood
White Bone
Brown Earth
Green Grass
Yellow Sun
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“S.O.S.”
raging waves pound the shore
the storm outside promises more
react to call without thinking
somewhere out there a boat is sinking
no matter the weather will always try
but sometimes too late people will die
service to country in many waters
signed up they are our sons and daughters
often overlooked though job is hard
patrol our shores they are the Coast Guard
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