"soliders" poems
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 9:47 AM UTC
Dear Uganda, listen.
For we have heard your cry.
Our voices have been building,
the end is now in sight.
We know that he has taken,
those born from your own womb.
His sick mind is making kids
grow up much too son.
They're stolen from their beds,
a silent crime at night.
Invisible children marching,
now soliders made to fight.
With over 30 thousand taken,
how can we stay blind?
The place where you are born,
shouldn't decide if you live or die.
Our soliders there on foot,
it's time to spread his name.
Kony thinks he's winning
but we're about to change the game.
Africa please have hope,
for in this you're not alone.
Joseph Kony will.be.stopped.
You're children will be made known.
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 12:33 AM UTC
i was raised up
to sing ,
and to praise god ,
and to say amen .
nothing else .
but as i live this life
with all of the forks
in my yellow brick road ,
that i was urged to travel on
by people in my life
who i realize now
were children
compared to people who cared ,
i see no god .
i see no praise ,
for him or anyone else
that is said to deserve it .
i hear no singing .
just see thousands of quarter notes
in a hymnal book that five people
pick up
and study , like it's their job .
i hear no independent amen .
it is only said after one person's prayer
is finished
and after they have used
pointless
s p a c e f i l l e r s .
" dear
lord , we just thank you father
for the day to day lord . and
god , we just love you lord . and heavenly father ,
we would like to pray, lord , for those who couldn't
make it to this service tonight , god .
remember , dear lord , our soliders , god .
remember those of your children , father ,
who have strayed from you path god , and
please help them dear jesus to
find their way way back to you , heavenly father .
in jesus' name . amen ."
**THEY KNOW WHO THEY ARE PRAYING TOO .
THEY NEED NOT A REMINDER EVERY SECOND .**
i bet god gets sick
of his own name .
i bet he changed it
like mom does when the kids say "MOM"
too much .
maybe that is why prayers
aren't getting answered anymore .
i bet he changed it to something awesome , too .
like Spacefiller Christ .
i think a chorus of silent , heartfelt prayers
and hushed amen's
would be more beautiful
than any robotic , unified repeat ;
more beautiful
than any hymn .
STOP .
you are not just
one of god's children ;
you are whatever you want to be .
god is not glenda
and the devil does not only reside
in the west .
life was made
for you to awaken
from this controlled dream
and hug your auntie em
and to work on the farm in kansas
until you get the money to go
where you want to go .
you don't need to click your heels .
not even once .
you just need to wake up .
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 5:16 AM UTC
In the Garden of Gethsemane
My Lord did humbly bend the knee
Praying all night for the world at large
And wrestling with His mighty charge
Yet as His disciples prayed to God
Their weary heads began to nod
And soon drifted off to sleep
Jesus alone; they slumbered deep
In the morn He woke them saying
"Why sound asleep; you should be praying"
They had no answer for their Lord
As soliders came they slashed with sword
Severed ear fell to ground
Which Jesus replaced without a sound
He was led away in captivity
But they did not know it was His destiny
Pilate succumbed to the crowds demands
To the cross they nailed His healing hands
"Forgive them, they know not what they do"
He pleaded to God for me and you
"It is finished," He said with final breath
And the Devil rejoiced at His death
His followers mourned for Him aloud
Yet on the 3rd day He threw off His shroud
For He came to seek and save what was lost
Bringing light to a world at great cost
He freely bore the sin of every man
Securing once and for all Salvation's Plan
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
By:D.E.T
Every soliders has a uniform
With beautiful
Meaning
But you don't know how every morning
Some soldiers
Are praying
To come alive
Cuz they are they don't want to say goodbye
To their beloves
So, they look above
Pray to god
Not to fail on his job
As soon as they step the fields
They don't know how it's feel's
To see one another and not know whose gonna make it
But as they face it
They know they are not mistaken
Yeah, as they hear the gun shots
Alot of their thoughts
Are spinning around
As they see how some hit the ground
They want to drop down
But they know they gotta fight
And hold their breath tight
Yeah, the danger
Is getting closer but before
They hit they pray to a angel
As they hit the base
They just ask god for peace
And us we should be thankful
Cuz even if both of their ankles
Were in pain
The took the chance to fight
For what we think it is not right
Yeah, think about it
Cuz there are some kids thinking about
Their father who happen's to be a soldier
Hoping that their life is not over
But what would you do if you received a phone call
Telling you, you just lost your daddy
Probably you'll be running to your mommy
And saying tell me that this isn't real
And there is no word
That all you hear is silence
Yeah, if we don't want anymore death's
Then we should stop all this violence
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 3:21 AM UTC
my words aren't stable.
They shake upon the nibble of pen before i let loose madness.
They don't frolick around in dresses of blue
over meadows and dews
but they battle and ambush
over my days filled with hues
so i use them as crutch over
my battles with my crew
Only a few know my brave soliders
Only few remeber their name too
I call it - poetry, paragraph, essay
A wording, a doc, a memoir
yet they all bleed words the same
leaving them all insane
yet here i give them space to breathe
they probably see it as debris
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 4:27 AM UTC
If I die in a war zone,
Box me up and send me home,
Put my gun on my chest,
Tell my mom, I did my best,
Tell my dad not to bow,
He will never get tension for me now,
Tell my bro to study properly,
Key of my bike will be his permanently,
Tell my sis don't be upset,
Her bro will not rise after the sunset,
Don't tell my friend, they r hearties,
And ask stars for party,
Tell my love not to cry,
Because, I am a solider and I born to die..
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
HE is a human being,
Hes not just a solider,he is someonesson,brother,
or he issomeoneshusband or father.
HEs not just a soliderhe could be just a friend.
He could besomeone you love
or someoneyou could see day or even night,
He is serving his country,putting his
life on the line,for the american people and
for the country he loves so much.
He will go to war,and we will all prayhe comes home soon,
that all our soliders come home safe and sound,
WE will all pray for all our soliders to come back
to thier families and to thier friends who love them so!
THEY WILL ALL COME HOME AS HEROS!!
Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 7:16 AM UTC
This was very unexpected,
The pain is a pain I've never felt,
There's nothing easy about losing a child,
The moment I found out,
I was drowning in tears,
I've wanted a child since I was young,
I don't question his doings,
I just take it as a lesson as well as a blessing,
God has something bigger in store for us,
This broke my heart deeper than you can imagine,
I felt like my heart was taken out my chest,
My heart stopped for a moment,
I'm trying my best to keep it together,
But truth be told it ain't easy,
The holy spirit is what's keeping me sane,
Without my faith I'll go insane,
Outside I look good but inside I'm in pain,
There's no one to blame,
Life will never be the same,
Me and my wife went through this together,
We will get through this together,
One day we will try again but not anytime soon,
My pain so deep you can't see it,
Keep my emotions inside,
God gives his toughest battles,
To his strongest soldiers,
So the battle hasn't began to begin,
It's far from over,
We are soliders so will fight to end,
Children are in our future.
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 7:25 PM UTC
The image of you stuns me, freezes my breath
The taste of your lips draws me deeper
As I lay and feel your heart beat steadily through your chest
Your eyes are memorizing
They change as your affection lingers for depth
Pointing towards my direction, I wait paitently until my desire is fulfill
For I crave your sensation
Come a little closer so I can convey in your ear all my secrets
I'll lead you down a mystical speedway
A place to escape when you've reached your darkest hour
An embracement of happiness to cap a hold of
My finger tips push back your hair
A sense of calmness runs down your face
Cold chills spread down your spine
Your muscles start to contract
A gentle kiss to the neck
The night carries on
I long for your body, your taste
You move me, where I am hypotize
I gasp for a breath of air every time Im in your presents
My body contracts with every movement you make
Swiftly adjusting, as you take me away
Your fingertips which softly passes the base of my body
Draws deep sensation
I crave more affection from a man who steadily stole my heart
Time ticks, yet with him everything seems endless
I'm in a state of mind, where I discover a new life
My desire is hotter than fire burning to ashes
Stronger than any substances of addiction
My body shuts down in despair
Lost a sense of direction which once led me some where
Taunting me as if my arrival was near
I'm not quite ready to surrender my will
I contain some strength left within my soul still
This war craves for a revolution
A obstipate solution
Which is hidden within the wounded soliders that lie on the battlefield
Anert and numb
No sensation to wither to or from
A silent prayer whispers in the wind and blows calmly through each tree
Revealing the truth behind every lie
Still struggling to find, another one's mind
The last shot released
The last soldier that falls
A picture touches the ground of his love that he will never get another chance to be around
For he sacrificed his life, not only for his country but a wife he devoted his life to
He dies and deceases away
Years pass his love carries on
A flash back hits her thoughts of her husband holding her in his arms
She loses control of the steering wheel
Another car collides
She gracefully shuts her eyes
The image that is expose is her husband taking her hand to Heaven
A once upon of time
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
we play games with the word Death
and it loses its meaning
respawn
game over
try again?
soliders with out sacrifice
electric children
plugged into
imaginary building blocks
in unseen and unreal
worlds
a stranger imagined for them
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
Stand at attention and salute
War veterans and current in toot
Eyes of sacrifice
Being a solider with no time to think twice
Washington, DC being the call in advice
Conrad’s who loss their lives
A trumpet sounds being the transcribe
Yet a moment of silence in making us non-veterans wise
A reflection of the front line
A revelation we must keep in mine
Being a solider more than a uniform
A nations call always on alarm
Bombs on targets below
Precision must be quick and not slow
Bull’s eye on various sights
It’s never time to be the enemies polite
Wars being a solider’s name
Territories over boundaries being a solider’s gain
Then there’s destruction and what remains
Strength being in numbers
No time to sit back and slumber
It was the mission at hand
The General who gives the command
Veteran’s Day with many words to say
“We honor you on the world’s behalf and it’s a memory we all want to last”.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
The flags fly in tribute, the grass is cut and the stones glisten white. A fallen hero lies quiet until the eternal call comes. When you look at the name and the place, you wonder who he was. A story that lays untold is a story like mine and yours. He was someone who loved his country and was not afraid to answer the call. When it came to defending freedom, he stood proud and tall. He didn't want to lay here, but he knew that is how it might one day end. This could be anyone of us whose love of country is so great, that we would be willing to die for the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
I just want to say thank you to all the soldiers
To those whom enlisted , I just want to thank you.
It does not matter if you went to war or not.
You are all still heroes in my book, thank you.
For you made a decision to serve our country.
I just want each of you to know this thanks.
I truly am blessed by each of your heroic decision.
To protect the people of this here Great Nation.
That each of us live in , Thank you very much.
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC
Across Green valleys over snow capped peaks, and through scorching deserts I walk on a journey home. From distance lands I come, bringing back my weary soul. In the name of a country that has all but forgotten me, I return to my greatest treasure. As I walk down stone streets wet with rain, I hear laughter and see a familiar door. From inside the sounds warm me. The cold of duty recedes from my weary soul. I open the door and I hear every creak and groan. As I step through I see the reason I kept my oath and fulfilled my duty. I see all that I hope and believe in as I realize a forgotten dream and let my soul rest in the love and safety of my home.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
Charlie said about going
into the small French town.
You'd been told about the
street of brothels. There
were other soldiers walking
up and down the street.
Girls milled about in flimsy
dresses or tight skirts.
Charlie and you had never
had *** before but neither
told the other. Charlie went
into one such place and you
followed. There was a bar
and tables and some chairs.
Girls were with soliders
getting them to buy them
drinks then take them upstairs.
Charlie bought the drinks.
Dark beer stuff. Two young
girls came over and spoke
in a broken English about
buying drinks. They moved
themselves against you both.
You sipped the beer. Charlie
drank a couple of mouthfuls
and went off with the thin
faced French girl. You stood
there with your glass of beer
looking at the girl left behind.
Your father who had been
out in France in the first war
said to avoid those places
or you'd get the pox. She said
about going upstairs. You said
you couldn't not today. She
rubbed herself against you.
You gulped at your beer not
knowing about *** or what to do.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 3:09 AM UTC