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MdAsadullah Dec 2014
A soldier controlled by his heart.
Had a bright sword to cut apart.
An author controlled by his mind.
Used pen with wisdom designed.

Soldier was a strong, hardy fighter.
E'er bullied the young, weak writer.
Lowly pen was no match for sword.
Inharmoniousness, always discord.

Firm soldier in winds admired trees.
Author liked grass in gust or breeze.
Tolerated intimidations with smiles.
Concealed his anger with guiles.

Mildly used poison day and night.
And sharpened pen's nib to fight.
One day pen broke sword in two.
And soldier's soul bid him adieu.
P F Rutledge Nov 2014
A war is going on.
Yet no one notices.
There are soldiers everywhere.

Here a kid brings a gun to school.
There a girl offers her friend a drug.
They are soldiers.

Here a friend sways the kid with the gun.
There the sister brings the friend from the drug.
They are soldiers.

The war continues.
Some see the puppets but not the puppeteer.
Some see the wound but not the weapon.

A war is going on.
And I'll be getting those,
Who hear the horn of heaven.
WritinginStars Nov 2014
Our flag hanging high
In the morning sky
Showing red white and blue
Symbolizing freedom for me,
And freedom for you

Today we honor
The brave men
That have fought to protect our country
Again and again

We owe it to them
These heroes called soldiers
Who fought for our country
And stood strong like a boulder
To protect America
The land of the free
Home of our brave men and women
We honor today every veteran
Missy Nov 2014
with a body concealed in armor
and a heart filled with iron bars
let me in to see your light

the man had a past of thorns
yet a soul of gold
invite me in to reveal your sweeter side

with a mind set of a government spy
and the emotion of burdened soldier
smile to me wide and let your guard down

the man had the memories on the battlefield
yet no scars to prove his achievement
come sit close and tell me the tales of your life

with the courage of a fighter
and the actions of a member of the counterculture
lean in close and let your lips meet mine

the man who thought he had no heart to love
yet held the key for an eternal sanctuary
forget all your tales, and spare your future to adventure with me
lmvm Dec 2013
Hell is heaven in my mind
Blood is breath
My soul is on fire

Hell is heaven
Pain is pleasure

This is my last happily ever after
as a soldier
of God's abortions
Rosalie Walker Sep 2013
There is no sense in this world anymore
I feel sore
Seeing people being all the same
It looks like I am to blame

Personality,
A word that doesn't exists in our dictionaries anymore
Creativity was pruned out
Like the hair on the soldier's head

Money is all they think about
I can't carry out
They are making insane
Making me not the same
Karoline Quillen Nov 2014
She looks into the sky
As does he
Miles apart
With the separation
Of the sparkling sea

He raises his gun high
Fighting for his family
She raises her glass high
Grasping for reality

One day after the next
A year goes by
She waits at the airport
He comes from the sky

His combat boots on his feet
Her stilettoes on hers
She is reminded why
Her hero wears those combat boots.

She drops her glass
He drops his gun
They can finally see
The same sky
It's not the best, but it's what I see.
Alyssa Tara Nov 2014
Don't go off to war yet, love,
     for we have war within ourselves,
     it seems you've been dodging bullets
     you, yourself, shot.

And tonight you will lie,
     "peacefully," you lied,
     and as you wake with bloodshot eyes,
     I realize I lost you before you came.

And when it's time for you to go,
     I find you already gone,
     before you walk out the door,
     saying goodbye, a promise replacing forever.

Which I believe is
     the wrong promise to keep;
     for your words are fickle
     and so does your love it seems.
this is me basically trying to fathom the feelings of someone in love with those in the noble military service and dejectedly failing
1971
when I was 21
unfulfilled dreams
were bred , then bled out over time
time drips by the second
from the icicles of my sorrow

the winds out of Africa
bring rain and destruction
to my Gulf of Mexico sound

blue . . . covers the canvas
with dark reds , and space to fill
the brushes are stiff from
impropper cleaning

58 days till next year . . . 1972

California is calling me . . .
but I don't want to go
the grass is bluer at home
the grass has red canvass strokes
from such useless sacrifice
Caught in rememberance of a fallen Viet Nam soldier . Marine PFC William Le Grande Dawes (June 24 , 1950 - October 19 , 1969)
The word canvass is used militarily . To canvass an area means to clean it up or to observe the area . Here it refers to my looking back upon a life cut way too short . And the use of canvas is to paint a picture mentally of that dreadful time .
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