Remembrance Poems (2)

On November 8, 2019


Poppies in the field

Poppies grow in endless rows,

They grow where soldiers died.

Where did they come from?

Like magic they appeared.

As red as blood,

From a soldier’s painful cut.

Bullets, bombs,

Black like the centre of a poppy.

Toxic gas emerging from the ground,

Gas masks broken, stomped to the ground.

Menacing guns, sharp wire,

Terrified men, a horrified mother.

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Why did my boy go away?

I was frightened for him that day.

Hearing screams and cries outside,

Sadness filled my heart inside.

By Sienna


The Dread of War

Dropping bombs exploded under me,

Bullets fired through the air,

If I turned my back,

Life would leave me.

I heard the screams of soldiers dropping,

Dead never to be forgotten,

Yellow mustard gas filled the air,

But my mask was unfound.

I tried to hold my breath,

Another bomb dropped right by me,

It sat still for a few seconds,

Then, it exploded…

My friend came running through the gas,

Mask on his face and in his hand!

He had brought a spare one for me!

I fitted it onto my face,

He pulled me up,

Helping me walk to a hospital.

At the hospital,

They healed my wounds,

Making me feel so much better.

I will never forget what I owe to my friend.

THANK YOU!!

By Olivia


The worst nightmare of war

The bombs dropping one after the other

With guns dropping out of hands

The gas filling the sky’s air

Helping fires spread to kill

The scared field with the scattered bodies

Blood everywhere with ash from fires

I felt sad depressed and hurt

I was missing my family

My parents feeling sad

I might not come back

They are in tears

Whilst waiting for their son

By Liam


In The World of Flanders

In the awful world of Flanders,

Lay special things.

Lay the aftertaste of war,

The bitter aftertaste of war.

The lump that makes your throat go dry,

That brings back the memories of war.

You think of the soldiers who died

Who cried – for the aftertaste of war

The endless chaos that swirled round soldiers –

Like wind, on a breezy day.

Young men pleading, crying,

Giving up.

And then you think of the mothers,

The sisters, the brothers, the fathers.

Anxiety building up inside them

When there is no reply from a letter.

Then as a boy, that soldier, he grew.

And then he’s in the battlefield

Screaming his will

Laying in the world of Flanders

By Megan


WAR: A MENACING TRUTH

The hatred was rising, like a terrifying flood,

The battlefield was covered in a river of blood.

The soldiers were screaming, running, scared,

War, a menacing truth, a horrifying nightmare.

The planes flying over, machine guns’ bullets firing,

I was petrified, wanted to go home, but there was no resigning.

Running, shooting, bombs, tanks,

People’s lives taken away, almost yanked.

I don’t know how I’m still alive,

The bullets ripped through our chests, like butter and knives.

Destroying our hope for victory, freedom and love,

Thousands killed by bombs, dropped from above.

Men killed in tens, hundreds, thousands,

Half of our army are lying dead in the battlefield’s sands.

We thought this war would go on forever,

whoever started it was not very clever.

Men were killed whilst still in their teens,

This war is terrible, it’s just obscene.

The injuries were so severe,

we knew that our death was very near.

I was crying and balling, I was so depressed,

However, in war there is no rest.

Some bombs cause fire, others carry gas,

we felt so terrified as we waited in our gas masks.

Incredibly scary all this fighting and killing,

Men’s blood coming out of them, pouring and spilling.

Guns in hand, off we went into the battlefield of death,

The blood’s smell is like a skunk, so make sure to hold your breath.

Now the war is over and we are all filled with peace,

So now we can sit here calmly in the breeze.

Remember the men that gave their lives for you and I,

I hope my poem hasn’t made you cry.

By Will


The soldier who lived

It’s just a nightmare,

A very long nightmare

My only single thought

As I was shooting at the people with no mercy.

Death! Destruction!

This is what war looks like!

GAS! GAS!

This is what war smells like!

Red blood!

This is what the ground looks like!

The bombs made me pass out for an hour

I thought I was dead but I wasn’t

The first thing my eyes had caught

Were a bunch of bodies!

Most dead, a few injured

But those injured didn’t survive for long

I realized I was in one piece

I realized I was the soldier who lived…

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Back home the soldier’s friend thought

I remember the day he went away

A heart-wrenching time for all!

I remember the good times playing

On the beach, not those dark, bloody dunes

By Adnan A


The effect of war

The men marched sadly through the war pitch

Muddy as pigs they frowned and died

One of the men who was fighting was called Mitch

He didn’t come home alive

Poppies grew after war

Lying in the field.

People’s heavy hearts got torn

Water is the poppies’ meal

Families are worried

Sick to their bones

Children are screaming

Children are crying

Coming home to the house

Welcoming them home

They are covered in bruises

Some have broken bones

By Brooke


HELL is waiting!

The air is as tense as a terrified boy,

A plank being lowered shattered the silence,

Footsteps echoed through the night,

As the first bullets ripped through the air…

The death as endless as hell’s fire,

The soldiers are fighting without any hope,

Bullets ripping everything in their paths,

Bombs creating massive craters in the dark dunes!

A hailstorm of bullets rained down,

Drawing dotted lines over my fellow soldiers,

Instantly expunging them,

This is a massive death frenzy.

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He used to overwhelm me with joy and fun,

A happy time for us all,

He used to laugh all day long,

Now he is probably shouting, screaming and crying.

By Jakub


HELL is waiting!

The air is as tense as a terrified boy,

A plank being lowered shattered the silence,

Footsteps echoed through the night,

As the first bullets ripped through the air…

The death as endless as hell’s fire,

The soldiers are fighting without any hope,

Bullets ripping everything in their paths,

Bombs creating massive craters in the dark dunes!

A hailstorm of bullets rained down,

Drawing dotted lines over my fellow soldiers,

Instantly expunging them,

This is a massive death frenzy.

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He used to overwhelm me with joy and fun,

A happy time for us all,

He used to laugh all day long,

Now he is probably shouting, screaming and crying.

By Jakub


The Burden of War

The dull thuds of dying men sent fear through our ranks,

Collapsing the hope that had brought us so far,

The moment the boat departed hell broke loose,

Gas hung in the dense smoky air.

Anger penetrated the hearts of men,

Making them reckless and strong,

Planes that once looked friendly became nightmares,

Killing thousands with their vicious bombs.

Muddy trenches became crooked grins,

Littered with holes and craters,

Through the years the smiles began to change,

Becoming tortured frowns of anger.

The sky was full of flashes and bangs,

Streaks of smoke made sickening shapes,

As aircraft plummeted to their doom,

A one way street of death.

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I remember when he was a boy, jumping through the marsh,

Not the desolate fields of no man’s land,

He used to go sailing on the wild sea,

Dancing through the waves.

But when the war came he went away,

A heart wrenching time for us all,

He didn’t come back he just stayed there,

Waiting for the time to come.

Our love for him has never changed,

Through all the torment and pain,

Will our lives ever be the same?

ByJasper


Is he Safe?

As they dodged the whizzing bullets,

They crawled from dune to dune

And in their path was cruel barbed wire

And all I could see was exploding fire.

When the scared soldiers were caught,

We all attempted to help,

I saw the fear in their eyes

Because they were scared and confused.

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I continue to wonder – is he safe?

Is he in a camp or at battle?

It is hard to think what is happening

And if he will ever come home.

I always think of the times when he was home

Of the times we played outdoors

Or when he was listening to the wireless

Hopefully we will have those moments again.

By Joe A


Darkness of War

The bombs are dropping

World War 2 is beginning.

I have to go and fight.

The cold darkness of war.

I have been deployed to France

To fight the enemy.

The mud is wet and slippery.

The cold darkness of war.

Forced to fire our guns at the enemy.

When will this war end?

Everyone is scared.

The cold darkness of war.

By James


Into Normandy

Battered men lying still in the sludgy mud

Machine guns rattle as we race to the trenches.

I hear the screams and cries of childhood friends

I feel death walk among me waiting for my end.

As we go deeper into Normandy mortars are fired

Then blood drips from my chest instead of sweat

I drop to the ground in pain and agony

My friend comes and says

“The living aren’t done with you”

So I get up and lead the charge to the bunkers

Shooting free bullets like fire in the wind

Watching friends falling like dead flies

Seeing the world I loved burn in hell

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The day I saw my son go away

I pleaded for him not to go

He said it wouldn’t be long dad

And so I sat and prayed

I remember him when he could only crawl

When we would play and run like a cheetah

When we’d walk around the garden

Our life, our love, our home

I took him to the station

I didn’t know if this was the last time

Will I see him next year?

Or in the earth with a tombstone

Killed in action

By Miles