#fallenbutnotforgotten
Silent fields whisper,
Footsteps of the brave remain,
Echoes of lost hearts.
In the stillness, they breathe strength,
A legacy of honour.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 12:35 PM UTC
A lone soldier stands—no fanfare, just memory.
No parade, no clapping crowd,
Just a quiet medal beneath the shroud.
True courage doesn’t need to shout—
It lives in the soldier who never made it out.
And we who remain, still march ahead,
Carrying memories with every tread.
In silence, in every glance we cast,
Mate, you’re the reason I still stand fast.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 3:46 AM UTC
In twilight’s embrace, a soldier lies still,
Bathed in gold, on the battlefield’s hill.
Green grass caressed by crimson's soft sheen,
Where poppies bloom, in silence they glean.
A tapestry woven of valour and loss,
The dreams he defended, now heavy to toss.
Eyes sealed in slumber, a peaceful retreat,
The echoes of battles, his heart's final beat.
Beside him, a comrade, stoic and worn,
With hands pressed to chest, where courage was born.
In prayer, they commune with the spirits they’ve lost,
For freedom's sweet promise, they carry the cost.
The smoke drifts afar, a ghost of the fight,
Yet poppies stand tall, against darkness and night.
Their vibrant red song, a bittersweet cry,
For dreams of tomorrow, where hope will not die.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 6:30 AM UTC
"Legacy in the Stillness"
Silently mountains whisper,
Footsteps of the brave remain,
Shadows of lost hearts.
In the stillness, they breathe strength,
A legacy of honour.
"Lanterns Beneath the Waves"
Beneath the bright stars,
Sailors lost in endless waves,
Their dreams now at sea.
In the depths, their spirits rise,
Guiding lanterns in the dark.
"March of Memory"
Muddy boots on the path,
Marching through the weight of time,
Memories of pain.
Yet courage fuels each stride,
A strengthening their fight.
"Valour in the Wind"
Airborne spirits soar,
Clouds cradle the fallen's dreams,
Wisps of valour’s grace.
In each gust, their stories told,
Bravery etched in the sky.
"Stone of Honour"
Cannon fire echoes,
A mother's heart breaks in two,
Lost son on the field.
Yet she stands with pride and grace,
His name wrapped in honours stone.
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 12:30 PM UTC
Sometimes the flashbacks
Can be picture perfect like a gallery
Every once in a while
I struggle with what life's like actually
As the memories resonate
Depression eventually catches me
It always baffled me
and still rattles me
Why did my best friend
have to be a casualty
I'm setting my GPS
as I pull down the street
For Arlington Cemetery
in Washington D.C.
Whenever I feel the need
I just sit there with him
No reason to speak
I let the ground beneath me
relieve some of the grief
Then just before I leave
I about face and say
You'll always be with me
Semper Fi my brother
Rest in peace Marine
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC