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As the whistle blows,
We stand too.
An order is bellowed,
Fix bayonets!
The time has come,
For our last breath.
As the whistle blows,
We go forth,
Into the mist.
As the whistle blows,
We die well.
A poem about WW1 and the trenches
Karl Tomkins Mar 2018
Dear Mother

I shot another man today.
With a bullet a sent him on his way.
I went numb a thousand men ago.
Their faces haunt me when I try to sleep.
soldier that’s my occupation
A soldier Boy sending boys like me to their graves.
Lord have Mercy on the soul of this soldier boy.
Poetic T Mar 2018
The photo on my dressing table
       will never hold the weight of
                                          my heart.

Only your voice lightens the moods
          of loneliness, even though
your here I need you closer than afar.

There are pieces of me that aren't
           complete, I cling to your pillow
wishing your head settled upon it.

"I miss you,

But you never answer back,
        I await your shadow to cling
to the doorstep and lighten my worries.


That moment ill cling to, never wishing
       to let you leave again, till the next time
you are called away   "I will always love you,
Nic Mac Mar 2018
I don't want to shoot,
I don't want to win
I don't want to 'fight' the way we were trained,
I'll fight with my heart and a can of white paint.

Wounded flags fatefully fall.
Under the spell your command.
But watch me you will, I'll make them true,
Watch me you will, as I make them free.
We don't belong to you.

I'll brush them clean, with the truth of our tears,
Unwilling participants of the sick game,
We never wanted to play.

I don't want to shoot,
I don't want to win
I don't want to 'fight' the way we were trained,
I'll fight with my heart and not with your aims.
I'll fight for us all,
For we all die the same.
To go with an illustration I did of a dying solider who, In his last moments, painted a flag white, aswell as the emblem on his arm...

By Nic Mac

Written by Nic Mac
Shallow Feb 2018
A single slat of a broken white picket fence
Where the paint is old and faded
And peeling
But it reminds me of him
And the time we spent together in the garden
Growing our family tree

A single frame of an abandoned photo gallery
Where the glass is cracked and dust-caked
And forsaken
But it reminds me of him
And the life we spent together before he was shipped off
Caring for our family tree

A single grave of a mass of forgotten soldiers
Where their names are etched in stone
And left
But it reminds me of him
And the lives he spared at the cost of his own
Saving our family tree
thank you // muchas gracias
I wish I could stay by the sea again,
Watching it swallow your tears, rising tides,
It’s funny how you use to wipe them towards your tiny chicks
And pretending to be okay.

I miss how you use to bit an apple,
Leaving tinny teeth marks on the side,
How I watch you finding your way to it seed.

You taught me life,
Never miss wrestling on Sunday,
Always ready to play Marry go around any second.
I remember watching you trying to fit my hat
Pretending you are the granny next door,
Swinging of his chair every morning
Just to let the summer sun worm his heart.

I wish I was there.
Watching you growing,
Now am only left with memories
Memories of how life was going to be if I didn’t join the army.
In battle field, every time I pull a trigger my heart commit suicide.
I wish I could tell you, all the things I learned about life.

If you get this latter just know I learned that.
I daddy loves you.
Akshay Dec 2017
The war, the cry,
Few are hurt and few die,
The scars remind, that their worth is like,
Diamond that shines, but only some can buy,
Strong and bold.
Scars they told, is what makes them feel alive,
So much pride, for the country they'd die,
For all it's worth, they're glad to serve.
For all the soldiers out there, we're glad to have you.
Lydia Nov 2017
he died where he Stood
refused To fall
hit and hit again
i watched from a distance
Remembered who he was befOre he joined up
aNd it was just like this
just like him to stand there as lonG as he could
his buddy caught his shoulder, the first one to see him waiver aside from myself
he was gone before he hit the ground
The whole war stopped for him

please comment :)
Lydia Nov 2017
I woke up on the couch with a blanket I didn't get for myself
He sat on the chair opposite of me, still in his army uniform
Like a brother I never had
"I got your letters. After all that, I wasn't going to wake you up."
Twelve weeks later and he still worried about me
I laughed before I even picked my head up
He sat on the coffee table in front of me and kissed my forehead
I almost fell asleep again, I felt safe
I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled me up so we could hug
He stayed till midnight
He could have stayed forever, I wouldn't mind
We could have gone out for Italian ice.
But he had pt in the morning and I had lab and
I can't wait to see how he turns out
I am so much more than proud of you.
Please comment :)
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