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This Old Goat
The old man, Fred is his name and he does like to play the game The one where he exaggerates his age telling people stories from his life’s page He’ll tell stories of wars fought and of being captured and deals bought Of countless battles he did see but some people don’t believe Harmless stories […]
The Dream of Molly
April 14, 2013
The summer he remembers as he sits in his trench Holds his thoughts clear, keeps away the stench He remembers the summer of nineteen-fifteen well The time he spent with Molly, a secret he would never tell He holds his Lee Enfield tight to his chest Thoughts of that summer clear with the rest His […]
A Soldiers Flight from Madness
March 22, 2013
*I wrote this in honour of a soldier I once met when I was at school who came in to give a talk on the Battle of the Somme in which he fought. I remember him clearly talking and struggling as he remembered his horrific past. It has stayed with me until this day and […]
A Soldier’s Nightmare
March 20, 2013
He sits in the dusty camp of a middle east night wondering if what he’s doing is wrong or right Knowing full well that he may have to kill will this change him, will he be the same man still? He hears a helicopter outside, lights flashing bright his time will be soon, he’ll leave […]
Heaven’s Rain
March 10, 2013
This rain that falls from the skies These angels tears I hear them cry In torrential floods do they fall They despair we do not hear their call Of mankind and the earth do they weep Of the wars and neglect we do reap Of the animals and life we do kill Of the blood-lust […]
Field of No Birds
March 4, 2013
Sitting in a mud-soaked trench he writes a letter, every word a wrench As the bombs explode close by and bullets shoot through the sky He blocks the sounds of screams writing his letter to Louise His sweetheart for these past few years his last memory was of her tears He tells her all is […]
First Blood
February 16, 2013
On a dusty hot day in the desert sands He looks in shock at his hands Unsure of what just occurred It all seems like a blur For first blood he did take On his first tour that day A numbness he does feel As he took his first kill No training prepared him for […]
The Bloodied Sword
January 10, 2013
He drags his sword behind him The blade cutting through the dirt Exhausted he is through battle His muscles and wound does hurt Caked in mud and sweat Blood pouring from a deep cut Crows and ravens fly overhead He closes his eyes shut But images are there before him Showing all that was done […]
Closure
January 6, 2013
The father reads the letter and cries Looks to the heavens with emotions high ‘Why,’ he says in a low voice ‘WHY!’ he screams at his god’s choice Months pass by and feelings run raw What was taken was fated law But it still doesn’t make him any better As again he re-reads his son’s […]
Rose
January 3, 2013
My friend Monica gave me a challenge to write a war poem which I did whilst ‘talking’ to her on Facebook, so this is for her as well as those who wait for loved ones fighting in different countries for freedom that some of us are lucky to have. Rose is wilting Her petals fall […]
This work by Darren Greenidge is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
May 4, 2013
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