Top 100 Poems About: WAR


In this page, poems on / about β€œwar” are listed.
  • 1.
    Dulce Et Decorum Est

    Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
    Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
    Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs,
    And towards our distant rest began to trudge. read more »

    Wilfred Owen
  • 2.
    In Flanders Field

    In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly read more »

    John McCrae
  • 3.
    Charge Of The Light Brigade

    HALF a league, half a league,
    Half a league onward,
    All in the valley of Death
    Rode the six hundred. read more »

    Alfred Lord Tennyson
  • 4.
    Marching Men

    Under the level winter sky
    I saw a thousand Christs go by.
    They sang an idle song and free
    As they went up to calvary. read more »

    Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
  • 5.
    Drummer Hodge

    They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest
    Uncoffined -- just as found:
    His landmark is a kopje-crest
    That breaks the veldt around: read more »

    Thomas Hardy
  • 6.
    For The Fallen

    With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
    England mourns for her dead across the sea. read more »

    Robert Laurence Binyon
  • 7.
    Christ And The Soldier

    I

    The straggled soldier halted β€” stared at Him β€” Then clumsily dumped down upon his knees, Gasping

    'O blessed crucifix, I'm beat !' read more »

    Siegfried Sassoon
  • 8.
    Strange Meeting

    It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
    Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
    Through granites which Titanic wars had groined.
    Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned, read more »

    Wilfred Owen
  • 9.
    And Death Shall Have No Dominion

    And death shall have no dominion.
    Dead man naked they shall be one
    With the man in the wind and the west moon;
    When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, read more »

    Dylan Thomas
  • 10.
    Aristocrats: 'I Think I Am Becoming A God'

    The noble horse with courage in his eye,
    clean in the bone, looks up at a shellburst:
    away fly the images of the shires
    but he puts the pipe back in his mouth. read more »

    Keith Douglas
  • 11.
    Requiem For The Croppies

    The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley...
    No kitchens on the run, no striking camp...
    We moved quick and sudden in our own country.
    The priest lay behind ditches with the tramp. read more »

    Seamus Heaney
  • 12.
    My Boy Jack?

    'Have you news of my boy Jack? '
    Not this tide.
    'When d'you think that he'll come back? ' read more »

    Rudyard Kipling
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