#military poems on Hello Poetry

neth jones 7d

should they sterilize you upon joining up ?
swipe that ability
             when they hand you a rifle ?
maybe they should stable your stability ?
snap up your identity
put it aside for safe keeping ?
file it under 'f' for 'family' or 'forsaken' or 'foreigner'
or 'forgive me'
send you out disconnected
       with a clean bill of obedience  and immorality
and if you make it back
         you may retrieve those earnings
and then they can turn you loose
      drafted  out  of the military
perhaps then
after a psych evaluation
  and a tally
    you can reapply
      for your right to fertility?

#war #warfare #morality #fertility #sanity #duty #military #human

Lee Jul 20

Childhood best friends

I know you don’t forget me,
Don’t view my posts nor my moms.
But I did have fun Ashlee,
You helped me grow strong.

Your marriage goes well?
I’d do anything to chat.
Besides picking up my cell,
And calling you back.

Should have went out to lunch,
Two years ago,
But I thought we had much more
Time before you’d go.

Military housing,
Did you get to bring the cat?
Do you remember the kitten?
His small fur pattern hat?

You did my math,
While I did your reading.
Now we need help in those subjects,
Do the soldiers have meetings?

I’ll call you again,
Probably text before I do.
I can’t promise you when,
But I want it to be soon.

#childhood #friends #friend #bestfriend #child #teen #adulthood #military #marriage

Robert Ippaso Jun 22

A Crossroads for Iran

When missiles fly
The Mullahs lie
They bide their time
To turn the tide

Their constant bluster
Now short of luster
For why we ask
No God sent task

To build a bomb
With feigned aplomb
Their word to spread
Among the dead

They have their place
To find God's grace
Not trample lives
Like stinging hives

Fear and temerity
No road to prosperity
But that's what they seek
Control of the meek

A proud nation with tales of old
A proud people who once were bold
A history where feats abound
A long lost empire to astound

Time for Iranians to now earn
That for which they clearly yearn
Freedoms tenuous flickering light
Now in their grasp in line of sight

#war #usa #military #israel #jewish #trump #iran

Monkey Writes May 28

Listen up, ding dongs!

The reverberations of
Sergeant Sargent’s rat-a-tat
ring in my head.

Listen up, ding dongs!
Any jibber-jabber is a no-no!
This ain’t no ticky-tacky, artsy-fartsy,
wishy-washy wingding!
You ragtag riffraff are gettin’ tip-top!
So cut the flimflam, quit the chit-chat,
and gimme super-duper!
No namby-pamby hanky-panky,
and everything will be hunky-dory.
Now chop-chop!

#onomatopoeia #sergeant #military #service

The Original Tom Maxwell May 26

Memorial Day Poem 2025 AD

Memorial Day 2025 AD in the USA

No one is an expert on missing loved one's today.
I was born the youngest, in a family of five
My sister passed 38 years ago, my brother 37 years,
The lady I married, 25 years ago, passed away,
14 years for my dad, 7 for mom, I'm the only one alive,
Never fathered children, I keep looking forward, no fears.

Also a day to remember the military
Those who gave it all they had to protect our country,
In many ways, most of all those who never had a chance to,
Say good by, on their final day.

Friends

You only have very few, true honest friends in life this time,
Some one you can count on when you are, in a bind,
Many come and go, special one's touch your soul.

Some friends can make you happy,
Some can make you mad,
Some you wish you could remember,
Some you wish you never had,
Some will make you so angry,
You just want to stand up and scream,
Other's will seem so real to you,
Then you wake up from a dream.

The Original: Tom Maxwell 05/26/25AD

Just a true story actually today is not the worst, when I spend all the other holidays alone.

#memorial #day #life #death #friends #family #military

Heidi Franke May 13

Who Knows You

I find self in argument
With sons
Over money, over crypto
Which is a mysterious coin
Being chased by new generations

I am belittled
When giving advise on
Intangible wealth of this century
That my experience is seen as useless,
Described by them to me,
"My Boomer generation knows Nothing"

Told to feel unworthy as an argument builds
Put down as a mother as
My brain pain of their reckless youth
I had to pay attention to
As if the reciept of my womb
Was a wasted placenta
All because of a bit of coin searching for wealth

The riches these young men of mine
Will likely not find from the
Depth of their families legacy
Who will be written off in their own time
Is in their grandfather's wartime draft card, tied to the most important person
Asking,
"Name of Person Who Will Always Know Your Address",
Let that sink in.
"Relationship of This Person" , "Mother"

It is happening just as it is written. I will have none of this. I found their grandfather's draft card from WWII. The demographics included, as you see in the prose, to name a person who will ALWAYS know your address. How much our youth take for granted. The struggle in each generation. Yet, as I volunteer with the homeless, most have no one one to lean on. Most have no contact with their family. Their family does not want them in their life. What a sorrow. Now we have a plethora of entitled citizens , the white privileged who will find themselves alone in their Bitcoin crypto future where they put more energy into nothing worth chasing and trashing the person that will always know their address. Someone to care about them when they could care less. It's a sorrow filled world in these dangerous times. Humanity is losing.

#mother #draft #military #crypto #family #legacy #generation #century #sons #shame

EliMay Apr 9

Please Don't Go

It didn't take long.
From one conversation.
From one call.
To say this three word prayer.

Please don't go.

Please don't go
When the light is out
And the sirens call.

Please don't go
As shots are fired
And the pressure to fall
Is too much

Please don't go
When your demons call
And memories flash

From friend to friend
Sister to Brother
Wife to Husband.

As these terrifying words
Cross my lips
Just listen to my
Three word prayer.

Please don't go.

For my military buddies. Those who lost. Those willing to go the distance. And those who struggle with the return.

Please don't go my friends

#military #hope #love #darkness #ptsd

Jack Groundhog Oct 2024

Spandau Citadel

There is no pity in Berlin,
a place of prickly wounded pride.

A city of angels
who fell like scars of lightning
from gunmetal grey skies.

I watch old silvered rolls of film
and see flying columns of seraphim
as they march on by
row upon row
eyes ablaze
flaming swords drawn
in a parody of paradise.
They descended into hell
and are seated
at the left hand of the Kaiser:
Gott mit uns.

This sullen scene of no regret
stains the present with the dead and past:
It fits the flinty nature
of the blunt Berliner
under the ashen skies of winter.

I trudge across a gravel path
in the bowels of Berlin,
hear the grinding crunch
of brittle bones below,
and gird myself for the grim winter ahead.

Inspired by a visit to the Spandau Citadel in Berlin, an old star fort used by the Prussian military right up to World War I.

#military #war #religion #fate #history #conflict #hypocrisy

Jack Groundhog Oct 2024

St. Giles’, Edinburgh

In an aisle of a great stone church
by flickering light of candles perched
under finials and arches tinged with gold,
flags fly for blood shed on fields of old:
They wave with wistful dreams of war
and tell of great esprit de corps
in a house made holy for a prince of peace
whose dreams of love they speak of least

A description of my impressions visiting St. Giles’ Cathedral in Edinburgh. In particular the many military banners struck me.

#church #war #military #peace #irony #hypocrisy #scotland #edinburgh