Past of War
+9 As they fight it grows and grows,
Wondering who is next to go.
Crying as the bloodshed flows,
He is afraid now that he is all alone.
This poem was written/submitted by Derya Khalilpour.
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+9A Painted Box
+1For years away from my family,
I fought with others across the shore.
We fought for honor and glory,
we fought for freedom, honor, and more.
At night we would sleep in the bushes,
covered by leaves and grass.
Sometimes I lay there thinking,
about the home far away from my grasp.
I went there with pride and honor,
with youth and innocence to.
Scared and afraid I fought hard,
as my country had asked of me to.
At times with no understanding,
especially when a friend I had made died.
Why were we there and fighting ,
in those jungles those bushes and vines?
Still we did as we were expected,
we fought for freedom and rights.
We fought for our lives every second,
and we’d pray for a glimpse of some light.
In the darkness now I can still see the horrors,
the faces of thousands who died.
And how we came home to the anger,
and as country that for us never cried.
Our honor we were stripped of,
I can look at no one head high.
The promises made by our country,
were erased when the ink had dried.
Today I’m sick and I’m hungry,
and my home’s in the alley out back.
I live in an old cardboard box that I’ve painted.
I’m ashamed of living like that.
I went and I fought for my country,
I lost my friends, family and pride.
You see I came back to find I was abandoned,
degraded spit on, they lied.
those promises they made now forgotten,
like soldiers who fought and died.
Like those left to live in dark alleys,
invisible to their country they cry.
Now when I find myself weeping,
for the friends I lost in the war.
Sometimes I think they were lucky,
never touched by the hatred and scorn.
They died still with their honor and glory,
remembered by a wall made of black.
They never lived in an alley,
in an old cardboard box painted like that.
This poem was written/submitted by Heather Kemper.
16 At War
+1um 16 at war
16 at war with life
16 at war with destiny
16 at war with the universe
16 at war with the world
16 at war in iraq
16 at war with my soul
16 at war with my spirit
16 at war with teenage ways
16 at war with you
16 at war with whom?
This poem was written/submitted by shameka jones.
War
-1War is a baddle
War showes someones strength
War is a time of sadness
War can change your life in a second
War is a time that someone will not forget
War will bring you closer together
War is a time when your scared for your own life
War gives you pride then takes it back
War is a time of panic
War brings you down
War takes away your self confedince
War teaches you a life lesson
War is a time of tradgedy
War is a word that nobody forgets
War changes the way that you will think about life
War is a time of death
War is the time mothers cry the most
War is a time of worry
War dose not bring the best out of nobody
War is a time of lonelyness
War is the time you need friends the most
This poem was written/submitted by erin johnson.
The Game Of War
0War is a game,
It proves that the worst loss,
Is a loss that was gained by a win,
The blood is shed,
The death is had,
Utter depression,
War happens over and over,
It never stops,
Peace is an illision,
War is greedy,
War has envy,
War shows wriath,
War enjoys gluttony,
War gains luster,
War provocks Pride,
War is made by Sloth,
Sins of 7 is what war represents,
And what war is Represented by,
Honesty is engolfed by deaf ears,
Unfeeling hearts,
And blind eyes,
War is words without meaning,
War is caused by love,
War is countined by hate,
War isn’t good or evil,
It is a star that has reached its limit,
War doesn’t care what, who, or where,
War is everything,
Power, strength, ability,
War runs the world,
Yet,
War,
Is simple,
But it repeats its self,
War is repetative,
What is war but a game.
This poem was written/submitted by Harry.
Vietnam
0The young man’s youth
fought the war for you
The soldier’s young dreams
fought the war for me
Who ever know that he was
he was who America grew
Who’d ever guess he would be
America’ best, but he
Took his own life, and
he had the right
By his own hand the man
took a stand, and
Fro his own hand, the man
took my stand, when he
Fought the war for you
he fought the war for me
And I sing for thee
they fought the war for me.
This poem was written/submitted by Dan M. Jones.
This Is War
0For this is war
when a once vacant field has turned blood red
when every man is nearly dead
when the sky above has turned black
For this is war
there is no going back.
For this is war
when men crawl back to there base
when empty tears are pourring down their face
when machine guns have stolen every last breath
For this is war
and war is death.
This poem was written/submitted by Cassie lee.