some of my favirtoe poetry:
Angel of death
A dark-hooded figure stood by my side
In the blood, soaked mud where I lay,
I tried to pretend he wasn't there
I wished he would go away.
He just stood there looking at me
With his tear-filled eyes,
The expression of grief showed on his face
He was waiting for me to die.
I felt my life's blood gusting out
From a deep wound in my chest,
I looked up at the hooded figure
Right into the face of death.
I knew my time was very near
For my body was feeling cold,
I always knew that I would die young
I would not live to be old.
I knew someday I had to die
But this was not in my plans,
I wanted to die in a comfortable bed
Not in No Man's Land.
I could hear the mournful sounds of the dying
That could only be silenced by death,
I could see the decaying bodies of the dead
What a horrible, bloody mess!
There were body parts all around me
Scattered over the now red ground,
I forced myself to close my eyes
But no comfort could be found.
Death finally bent and took my hand
He Said "It is time for you to go."
"For you have done your duty,
And may God rest your soul."
I'm free at last, I'm free from my burden
No more will I have to fight again,
I fought for freedom and lost my life
But I did not die in vain! By: Yvonne Legge
KILL OR BE KILLED
Kill or be killed is the battle cry
Squeeze that trigger son and do not blink an eye
In this bloody war you do not have a choice
To kill you the enemy would not think twice
When using a grenade be sure to take good aim
Throw it quick if you do not wish to be killed or maimed
Booby traps are set everywhere
Be very alert son and step with care
Always watch your buddies' backs
Be prepared for ambush attacks
You must have nerves of steel
Any weakness do not reveal
When all is said and done
As a soldier you are expendable son
Now take your gear and do your best
From you I expect nothing less
So I fought the war in Vietnam
Survived and returned home to be damned
By the country I fought for
I did not want this bloody war
No joy, no parade to celebrate
All they gave me was their hate
They booed and spit and threw things at me
"Baby killer" they shouted repeatedly.
My family and friends were waiting there
They were the only people who cared.
Years have passed since the war
I still wonder what in the hell I was fighting for
On a black wall that have names etched in white
A Vietnam memorial recognizes our plight
It stands for the respect and understanding
That the Vietnam Veterans should have received
I will always remember the welcome my country gave me.
By: Yvonne Legge
Poem from iraq
When the guns lay silent and my weapon rests
When morning comes and greets me and puts medals on my chest;
I will weep and remember.
Don't ask me why I cry for I might have to tell,
Show you what's inside of me; the visions I have of hell.
For all that’s lost I remember now
And pain it racks my brow.
The eyes have seen the darkness fall, and I felt the fear of men
And here I am in desert waste, preparing for home again.
Where is the Angel that guided me?
Where is the spirit true?
Where is the love that I have lost?
My darling where are you?
Artist unknown
ALWAYS REMEMBERED
The war was finally over
All the fighting now is done,
With help from our Allies
The war had been won.
Homeward bound we now go
Our fallen comrades we leave behind,
But we shall meet another day
In another place and time.
They are gone but not forgotten
They are in our hearts and mind,
They will always be a part of us
Until the end of time.
Never again do we wish to see
The horrors that we witnessed there,
Just thinking about those terrible things
Fills our eyes with tears.
Let every day be Remembrance Day
Show those brave soldiers that you care,
And thank them for their courage
And the hardships they had to bare.
So if you see a veteran
Please take the time to say,
"I would like to thank you, Sir."
That would make his day.
By: Yvonne Legge
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