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War

Poetry

Passchendaele Mud

I saw a poet drowning in Passchendaele mud head jerked back, gaping mouth blood spouting the hardest composition of his life. I saw a poet struggling to breathe the truth of war; an audience not hearing his epitaph. I saw a poet die in Passchendaele mud tattered pages his remains.…
Jan Hedger
24th May 2020
Poetry

War Poem

“The gunshots be gushing by burst of fire” “after the other with fallen around the darkness of the mud of blood and sheer horrifying sadness of the deepest seas by the longing of screams of our brothers not being able to get to our flowers”. “For what sheer sights of…
Matthew Joseph OMara
31st October 2017
Poetry

I’ve Welcomed War

Broken battered trenches, and lines of wounded sat on benches, men spluttering and choking as a deadly warning, will we live to see the morning? The air is thick with ghastly stenches, I’ve welcomed war. The gas just loves to hiss and groan, while we’re spluttering that we’re missing home,…
Phoebe Hillier
25th October 2017
Poetry

Botcherby Mill

Across the river and up the hill The maw of war more sons would kill. As the Cherry Blossom sheds its bloom The flower of youth would fade too soon. As the cogs in time would age and rust The dreams of men crumble to dust. At Charlotte Terrace-they lost…
Robert Carson
18th April 2017
Poetry

OVER THE TOP

Weren’t we on a high? When the train pulled out, and they cheered us all off With the flags and banners waving, and the children held aloft. The Archduke was dead and we knew the score. Germany needed a lesson so Tommy Atkins went to war. But thousands slaughtered every…
Peter Jeffery
10th April 2017
Poetry

Dark Soldiers

Darkness wraps me up again my blanket heavy, soaked with rain Is Churchill’s dog so fond of me? Is guilt and pain my destiny? What demons did my service find to infect body, soul and mind? What sin did I commit for this eternity in dark abyss? Rebuke me, tell…
Murdock
31st March 2017
Poetry

TREES

Each magnificent tree could tell a story Of horror and death and sometimes glory Those trees of which some still remain Have seen battles fought in their domain They have seen soldiers giving all they can Seen the bravery of man Seen anger, hatred, blood and gore And seen killings…
Trevor Fozad
29th March 2017
Poetry

The Blooded Field

It’s quiet now, the guns have gone The poppies have stayed to remind everyone Of the horror of death And the blood that was spilled by the thousands of men Who went there to be killed. It’s the war to end wars was said by some But it was just…
Trevor Fozad
29th March 2017
Poetry

The Question

Sunset-but yet no peace shall bid the day farewell; And what, before the dawn? Sunset-ablaze with beauty; but list the screaming shell, And God's fair lanscape torn. Night- but still no slumber comes to watchful eyes For war and hate's afalme; Night-and the crash of battle thunders to the skies;…
Horace Boddington Gibbs
17th February 2017
Poetry

THE YPRES TRAIL

And many have marched the Ypres trail And many have marched and stayed But the silent sentinels* sternly stand And tell no tale of the hero band Who have marched it undismayed. And many have marched the Ypres trail Through the winter’s rain and snow When the grey mud splashed…
Horace Boddington Gibbs
17th February 2017