War poems
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The Wrongs Of Africa, A Poem. Part The First
© William Roscoe
OFFSPRING of love divine, Humanity!
To who, his eldest born, th'Eternal gave
The Burial of William - the Conqueror
© Robert Fuller Murray
Oh, who may this dead warrior be
That to his grave they bring?
`Tis William, Duke of Normandy,
The conqueror and king.
Can't
© Edgar Albert Guest
Can't is the worst word that's written or spoken;
Doing more harm here than slander and lies;
Internal Firesides
© Mathilde Blind
Nay, let the outer world be winter-locked;
Beside the hearth of glowing memories
I warm my life. Once more our boat is rocked,
As on a cradle by the palm-fringed Nile;
And, sharp-cut silhouettes, in single file,
Lank camels lounge against transparent skies.
A Vision Of Christ
© George Essex Evans
Then from the purple dark I saw arise,
Silent, the pale form of the Nazarene,
With deathless light of message in His eyes,
And that vast human pity in His mien,
Purer than purest depths of summer skies,
Not less unfathomed and not less serene.
Lines On Observing A Blossom On The First Of February, 1796
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sweet flower! that peeping from thy russet stem
Unfoldest timidly, (for in strange sort
This dark, frieze-coated, hoarse, teeth-chattering month
Hath borrowed Zephyr's voice, and gazed upon thee
The Lion's Whelps
© George Essex Evans
There is scarlet on his forehead,
There are scars across his face,
Satyr VII. The Isle Of Wight
© Thomas Parnell
In noble deeds our valiant fathers shone
We'le shine in all their glory's & our own
So Or---d does & O---d Leads us on
The Art Of War. Book V.
© Henry James Pye
Pallas, whose hand can through each devious road
Conduct your steps to Victory's bright abode,
Teach you success in every hour to find,
And for each season form the Hero's mind,
Shall now in verse the prudent art disclose,
To guard your peaceful quarter's calm repose.
"Dont ask me for the same love, my sweetheart"
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Dont ask me for the same love, my sweetheart
I thought that life was radiant because of you
Why complain of worldly woes, once in your love-affliction
Your countenance brings eternity to the youth of spring
What else is there in the world but for the beauty of your eyes
If you were mine, my destiny would surrender to me
Sober Song by Barton Sutter: American Life in Poetry #6 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Rhyme has a way of lightening the spirit of a poem, and in this instance, the plural, spirits, is the appropriate word choice. Lots of readers can relate to "Sober Song," which originally appeared in North Dakota Quarterly. Barton Sutter is a Minnesota poet, essayist, and fiction writer who has won awards in all three genres.
Sober Song
Song. Translated From The German
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ah! grasp the dire dagger and couch the fell spear,
If vengeance and death to thy bosom be dear,
The dastard shall perish, deaths torment shall prove,
For fate and revenge are decreed from above.
The Wild Huntsman
© Sir Walter Scott
The Wildgrave winds his bugle-horn,
To horse, to horse! halloo, halloo!
His fiery courser snuffs the morn,
And thronging serfs their lord pursue.
Guilt And Sorrow, Or, Incidents Upon Salisbury Plain
© William Wordsworth
I
A TRAVELLER on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
Pursued his vagrant way, with feet half bare;
Stooping his gait, but not as if to gain
The Peaceful Warriors
© Edgar Albert Guest
Let others sing their songs of war
And chant their hymns of splendid death,
The Mortal Lease
© Edith Wharton
Because we have this knowledge in our veins,
Shall we deny the journeys gathered lore
The great refusals and the long disdains,
The stubborn questing for a phantom shore,
The sleepless hopes and memorable pains,
And all mortalitys immortal gains?
Idylls of the King: The Last Tournament (excerpt)
© Alfred Tennyson
To whom the King, "Peace to thine eagle-borne
Dead nestling, and this honour after death,
Following thy will! but, O my Queen, I muse
Why ye not wear on arm, or neck, or zone
Those diamonds that I rescued from the tarn,
And Lancelot won, methought, for thee to wear."
