War Poems

shot in the eye
shot in the brain
shot in the ****
shot like a flower in the dance
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To you who'd read my songs of War
And only hear of blood and fame,
I'll say (you've heard it said before)
'War's Hell! ' and if you doubt the same,
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Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?
They took my lover's tallness off to war,
Left me lamenting. Now I cannot guess
What I can use an empty heart-cup for.
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My mind says - Leave it and proceed!
My heart says - Stay and believe,
Is it a tug of war between mind and heart?
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The anguish of the earth absolves our eyes
Till beauty shines in all that we can see.
War is our scourge; yet war has made us wise,
And, fighting for our freedom, we are free.
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Long ago the Gladiators,
When the call to combat came,
Marching past the massed spectators,
Hailed the Emp'ror with acclaim!
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War is never over
Thought the treaties may be signed
The memories of the battles
Are forever in our minds
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The story's told
Of long ago
About a statue
With a head of gold
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ADIEU, O soldier!
You of the rude campaigning, (which we shared,)
The rapid march, the life of the camp,
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How can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics?
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In the war these heroes have died
Though the war was illegal,
They are martyrs
They have shed their blood in the war
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Not marble nor the gilded monuments
Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.
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City of ships!
(O the black ships! O the fierce ships!
O the beautiful sharp-bow'd steam-ships and sail-ships!)
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The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The stars appeared as broken remnants of lightning, but now silence prevailed over all, as if Nature's war had never been fought.

At that hour a young woman entered her chamber and knelt by her bed sobbing bitterly. Her heart flamed with agony but she could finally open her lips and say, 'Oh Lord, bring him home safely to me. I have exhausted my tears and can offer no more, oh Lord, full of love and mercy. My patience is drained and calamity is seeking possession of my heart. Save him, oh Lord, from the iron paws of War; deliver him from such unmerciful Death, for he is weak, governed by the strong. Oh Lord, save my beloved, who is Thine own son, from the foe, who is Thy foe. Keep him from the forced pathway to Death's door; let him see me, or come and take me to him.'
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Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the affrighted steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
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Last year we fought by the head-stream of the Sang-kan,
This year we are fighting on the Tsung-ho road.
We have washed our armor in the waves of the Chiao-chi lake,
We have pastured our horses on Tien-shan's snowy slopes.
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War. And war some more.
War. And war some more.
No one knows,
What it's for,
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Guns,
Long, steel guns,
Pointed from the war ships
In the name of the war god.
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leo tolstoy is being alive, looking at post-pop street arts flying in universe of poem.
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war and peace in ant 's dream.
leo tolstoy is in silence of thnightingale's. cool-littlel eyes.
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Make no mistakes about war, as...

War takes away a country's peace
war causes injuries and loss of lives;
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NO WAR PLEASE

Open your eyes folks.
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LET US FIGHT JOINTLY THE WAR

War againstpoverty
War against illiteracy
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Syria

Art destruction by ISIS is shame to Muslims
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Syria

Art destruction by ISIS is shame to Muslims
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Syria beware of meanness please
you are about to wonder why meanness please
reality is war in a moment of time reflected in eternity please
I wander on the topic of war forgive me please
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Syria

Art destruction by ISIS is shame to Muslims
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Und es war Stehen und es war Warten
Und es war eine Masse und es sah aus, wie ein Meer
Und es waren Männer und es waren Frauen
Und es waren Kinder und es roch nach Leder
Und es waren Koffer und es war Dampfen
Und es waren Münder und es war das Wort
Und es war Stumpfes und es war Taubes
Und es waren Große und es waren Mäntel
Und es waren Hunde und es war Wimmern
Und es war Weinen und es war ein Zug
Und es waren Waggons und es war eine Rampe
Und es war Eile und es hieß: Hinein
Und es war Drängen und es war wieder Eile
Und es war Härte und es war der Ton
Und es waren Hände und es waren Blicke
Und es waren Minuten und es war Enge
Und es war kein Raum
Und es war bald Nacht und es war ein Scherz
Denn sie waren wie Rinder
Und es war ein Riegel und es war ein Ruck

Und es war Fahren und es war keine Luft
Und es war Nacht und es war Zeit
Und es war zu lang
Und es war Flüstern und es war Raunen
Und es war Mutmaßen und es waren Fragen
Und es war Hitze und es war zu eng
Und es war wieder Weinen und es war ein Eimer
Und es waren vier Ecken und es war ein Geruch
Und es war eine Scham
Und es waren Stunden und es waren Stunden
Und es waren Stunden und es waren Stunden
Und es war Durst und es war Wirre
Und es war Sinken und es war Lehnen
Und es war ein müdes Gebet
Und es war trübes Wasser aus der Kelle
Und es war ein Ruck

Und es war ein Lauschen und es war eine Hoffnung
Und es war eine Sprache und es war ein Land
Und es waren Stunden und es waren Stunden
Und es waren Stunden und es waren Stunden
Und es waren Ahnungen und es waren Gerüchte
Und es war ein Feuer, das lief
Und es waren Fetzen und es waren Worte

Und es war sicher nicht wahr

Und es war ein Ruck
Und es war wahr
Und es war ein seltsamer Name
Au-schw-itz
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