War Poems collection includes war poems and anti-war poems, with war poetry about ancient wars, more recent conflicts, and poems about current conflicts.
Submitted by Visitor on 2012-05-15 18:22:18
Oh, slow to smite and swift to spare,
Gentle and merciful and just!
Who, in the fear of God, didst bear
The sword of power, a nation's trust.
Submitted by Visitor on 2012-05-15 18:19:26
December 11, 1862
I lay in my tent at mid-day,
Too full of pain to die,
When I heard the voice of Burnside,
And an answering shout reply.
Submitted by Visitor on 2012-05-15 18:17:06
Port Hudson, May 27, 1863
Dark as the clouds of even,
Ranked in the western heaven,
Waiting the breath that lifts
All the dread mass, and drifts
Tempest and falling brand
Over a ruined land;--
So still and orderly,
Arm to arm, knee to knee,
Waiting the great event,
Stands the black regiment.
Submitted by Visitor on 2012-05-15 18:14:45
[Boston, April, 1861]
No more words;
Try it with your swords!
Try it with the arms of your bravest and your best!
You are proud of your manhood, now put it to the test;
Not another word;
Try it by the sword!
Submitted by Visitor on 2012-05-15 18:10:30
April, 1862
Skimming lightly, wheeling still, The swallows fly low Over the fields in cloudy days,
The forest-field of Shiloh Over the field where April rain Solaced the parched one stretched in pain Through the pause of night That followed the Sunday fight
Submitted by Visitor on 2012-05-15 18:06:06
Calm as that second summer which precedes. The first fall of snow,
In the broad sunlight of heroic deeds, The city bides the foe
Submitted by Visitor on 2012-05-15 17:38:01
A poem commemorating the work of war-time aviation navigators:
A poor downtrodden soul is he,
Who guides our planes o'er land and sea.
Fogs dont alarm him, clouds or foam,
His D/F loop will get them home.
Submitted by Visitor on 2012-05-15 17:27:00
The soldier stood and faced his God
Which must always come to pass;
He hoped his shoes were shining bright,
Just as brightly as his brass.
Submitted by Visitor on 2012-05-12 17:36:14
When you've shouted "Rule Britannia," when you've sung "God save the Queen,"
When you've finished killing Kruger with your mouth,
Will you kindly drop a shilling in my little tambourine
For a gentleman in khaki ordered South?
He's an absent-minded beggar, and his weaknesses are great—
But we and Paul must take him as we find him—
He is out on active service, wiping something off a slate—
And he's left a lot of little things behind him!
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