#combat poems on Hello Poetry

The Revolutionist Feb 2016

Muddy water was all we had to drink
we went weeks without eating
the field, a soup bowl
a graveyard of tanks and landmines
and every ten minutes we heard an explosion....

Our feet were rotting from gangrene
A soldier had his arm sawed off
and a cigarette sticking out of his mouth
We cuddle with our bayonets
and we kissed the blades
pretending that they were our wives

Flies had began to gather
swarming in a soldiers mouth
his eyes rolled to the back of his head
a bullet though his chest, his medals stripped
and his coffin became the soil...

#war #anger #life #pain #death #suffering #rage #torture #agony #combat

The Revolutionist Jan 2016

Laos (No Tears Were Shed)

Yellow people were everywhere....
their eyes were thin and their bodies were scrawny

A ******* strolled by me....
she promised me a good time
$200 for 1 hour
and $400 for 2
Oral costed extra....

A man was eating octopus
next to him, another man was eating a dog
he claimed it taste like chicken...

gravel kissed my feet,
and a M14 cuddle with my hands
a pack of Skittles snuggled in my pocket
some cigarettes and canteen full of whiskey
also accompanied me....

I smashed the leaves with black boots
and camouflage married the trees

A body stared at me
a star shaped hole through his head
two kids burned to ash,
and a wife with her throat slit laid next to him

No tears were shed.....

A Vietcong with his arms shot off
he coughed up blood...
he whispered, but the whisper was inaudible
I put a bullet through his chest...

No tears were shed....

a good friend of mine...
stepped on a landmine
his body went every which way
a arm went left
a torso went right
and his head went backwards...

No tears were shed....

My unit entered a abandoned building
they saw a young girl.... her clothes were ripped,
her screams echoed, five men took turns with her...

my M14, loaded, five bullets, silence
and a pool of blood.....

no tears were shed...

#truth #war #depression #pain #death #reality #suffering #horror #agony #combat

The Revolutionist Jan 2016

Combat #32

We do not walk away from the echo's of combat
in fact, we embrace it....
the shadows of death haunt us
but we like to believe that we haunt the shadows

#war #death #battle #conflict #fighting #violence #clash #combat

The Revolutionist Dec 2015

The Woman & Her Rifle

Her long, flowing, black hair
sways in the autumn breeze

silence speaks, she is silent

a lonely bullet lays in the chamber
her hands rest gingerly on the guard
her fingers snuggle the trigger

The leaves blow, the poppies bloom
and the grass stands still....

her eyes gaze and wonder....

the enemy is in her cross-hair
silent speaks....

The bullet whispers to the wind....

#war #death #battle #weapons #****** #attack #fighting #struggle #bloodshed #combat

The Revolutionist Dec 2015

Mud

The thunder roars and the rain pours
black boots ***** in the mud
a serenade of feet, all in unison.

2.
The roar of artillery shells, the golden blaze of fire
the crumbling masonry, the rotten corpses
the tears of mothers and the letters from generals.

3.
The throat slashes, the mustard gas
the iron tanks, the flamethrowers
the bayonets and the noble foot soldier.

#truth #war #pain #sadness #battle #suffering #defeat #violence #victory #combat

The Revolutionist Dec 2015

Diary Of A Soldier (World War 1)

Surrounded by mud
our feet make love to the surface

the bullets kiss us, the bayonets hug
our intestines and the blankets
cuddle with our cold, decaying corpses

we write to our wives, letters that will never be delivered

the wet ground gives our feet an unpleasant present
in the form of gangrene, the rats
make themselves at home feasting upon the rotten
flesh of fallen comrades while the maggots make use
of newly formed skulks and aged decaying bone

then comes the symphony of artillery
the roar of gunfire, the marching of tanks
the mighty foot soldiers, and
the majestic golden smoke of mustard gas

the trenches become our unwanted love
and unholiest of homes, "the tears do not shed
the blood does not spill, and the soldier does not die"
is the common the battle cry sung upon us
constantly by our commanders

but on the contrary
these bitter notes of blind fate forever sing to us
the illusion of life and the irony of war.....

#love #war #pain #death #suffering #defeat #torture #agony #victory #combat

Karoline Quillen Nov 2014

Combat boots

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.

#love #pain #hero #sober #family #soldier #combat

The Wordsmith Oct 2014

Dreams

I stand in a meadow, confused and lost,
Amidst a war won, before it's even been fought,
There are screams of agony, and flailing limbs,
Muscled warriors, and butchered wimps,
And then a river of red, not water nor blood,
Bearing men of scarlet, all seemingly mad,
There is a scream, then the world turns cold,
A revelation of the future passed on, but yet untold,
I stand in the middle of it all, invincible it seems,
A god yet a mortal, in the world of dreams.

#dream #war #dreams #fighting #dreamscape #combat

Silence Screamz Oct 2014

Post Traumatic

Devastated
Mental
War

Trauma
Decapitated
Enemies

Alone
Fear
Combat

Tortured
Lost
Sounds
Crazy

P.T.S.D. .. A serious issue for veterans
I am a Gulf War Veteran .. This is for my brothers in arms

#war #lost #ptsd #combat

Spencer Dennison Aug 2014

Untitled

When the very ground beneath me cracks
and my brittle sword lies broken
then I will ask that no quarter be drawn
andwhen the victor next sees the dawn,
no words of regret are spoken.

When I approach the pearly gates
treading upon the clouds above,
I will not weep for you nor I,
for I know the code we both live by
and the cruel gods that we both love.

When the victor has met his demise
and meets his victim in the next world,
let us let the past be the past
and not allow our anger to last
for you cannot shake hands when your fist is curled.

#love #war #honor #dying #hatred #death #battle #fight #fighting #combat