The Best World War Two Poems Ever

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TROOP SHIP


Our ship had sailed before the dawn
Surrounded by the thickest of fog,
Still ignorant of our destination
Or what was written in the captain’s log.

It didn’t take long for me to see
Our cruise was not for fun;
An experience of a lifetime
With nowhere for us to run.

Twenty knots per hour we cruised
As the white caps passed us by;
Ten thousand young Americans
Off to Europe to die.

A sailor told us not to worry;
Someday we’d get our mail.
Uncle Sam would make sure
No matter how far we sail.

Thirty feet deep I tried to sleep
Beneath our ship’s waterline,
Just the place for claustrophobia
To enter into my mind.

My favorite vest was my May West
Which I wore all the time
Just in case of German U-boats
Or an underwater mine.

Thirty-three days we were at sea,
We crossed the equator twice.
Many years have passed since then,
Those years of sacrifice.


WAR


As war is fought it takes charge,
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil
Which nourishes the roots of their soul.

Many things will forever change,
Far more then wished to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy,
Those things we fight to keep free.

War is the greatest plague of man,
Religion, state, and sanity.
Any scourge is more preferred,
Than the one which disables humanity.

When war breaks out, boundaries change
And all who die are a token,
Of the rage that must run it’s course,
Before words of peace are spoken.


DADS AT WAR


Where would I be without you dad?
My hero of night and day
I’m so glad you love my mother,
And take time for us each day.

The last time we played baseball,
You reached for me with your hand.
I looked at you, then made a wish,
That I might be just half the man.

I love my father of this earth,
And I love my father of heaven.
It’s a lot for me to love, you know,
For I’m only eleven.

Mom and I sure miss you,
Since you left to defend our flag.
When others ask, where is your dad?
I can’t help but boast and brag.


PEARL HARBOR


Sunday, December the seventh,
In the year of 1941,
While most of Hawaii still slept,
Came the planes of the Rising Sun.

Waves of bombers and fighters flew,
From the decks of the Japanese ships.
While our planes were still on the ground,
"Banzai" was spoken from their lips.

The winds of war had been blowing
Across the oceans of our earth,
Though not till Pearl had been bombed,
Did we realize what freedom’s worth.

Wars are fought and won on two fronts,
At home and on the battle line.
Both are equally important,
When war consumes our heart and mind.

The attack brought us World War II,
With death, pain and separation.
All who had served were well aware
Of their sacrifice for nation.


GENERAL QUARTERS


General quarters, general quarters,
All hands man your battle station!
Sunday morning, December the 7th,
As war confronted our nation.

We soon found out it wasn’t a drill
But instead it was war for real.
As you watch the death of friends and shipmates,
It’s more anger than fear you feel.

Japanese warplanes came flying in low,
As I took aim with my gun sight.
From the deck of a ship anchored at Pearl
Damaged, though crew still eager to fight.

I saw the face of a pilot, who crashed,
Surrounded by black smoke and fire.
Some of my bullets must have found their mark.
For his death was but my desire!

Two thousand, three hundred and twenty-three killed,
In a battle less than two hours.
With the heart of our Pacific fleet gone,
Japan had flexed their naval powers.

The bombing and strafing of ships and troops
Caused our congress to declare full war.
Where many a man laid down his life
Fighting for flag, country and more.


D-DAY


D-Day raised the curtain on the conflict
That fore shadowed the end of Hitler’s dream.
The largest joint combat landing ever,
Though the blood from both sides flowed like a stream.

When their boats hit the sand, their ramps went down,
And all within paid a visit to hell.
They jumped out to do good for their country,
And to kill the enemy without fail.

They fought the Germans, tides, winds and the waves,
In conditions not easily foreseen.
By night the battle was in our favor,
With bravery, valor, death, and men who scream.

The corpses littered the beach for five miles,
Though heroism had carried the day,
With literally thousands dead or wounded,
Those who were left were determined to stay.

They faced great odds and chose not to protest,
And won the war that put evil to shame.
Most came home, married and raised their babies,
But those who could not we recall with pain.


D DAY - THE WALL


Over two hundred rangers scaled "The Wall"
A stone cliff over one hundred feet tall.
Some of them made it all the way to the top,
While others fell and perished from their drop.

Those who climbed over, had answered God’s call;
For men to stop evil once and for all.
They fought the Germans and destroyed their guns,
To save the lives of our fathers and sons.

So many years have passed since then,
When our world’s future was saved by brave men.
We cannot forget the hell they went through,
Before the skies, again turned blue.



MI DWAY


It was June the 4th 1942,
As I was floating in the ocean alone;
The ship I had sailed on, sank to the bottom
And I thought I would never again, see home.

The Japanese fleet had steamed in from the east
With the intentions of capturing Midway.
Though they were stopped by American war ships,
Whose guns, bombs and torpedoes planes saved the day.

All night long, I watched the fireworks of war
And on the second day we turned up the heat.
As big bombers from Hawaii dropped their loads,
On Japanese ships who soon chose to retreat.

An imperial pilot came floating close by,
Who had been chewed on by the beasts of the sea.
I couldn’t help but feel passion for this is man
Who had answered his call just like me.

When it was over, I was plucked from the deep,
By men in a lifeboat just after the dawn.
For two days I had watched the battle for, Midway;
Now it’s quiet and the enemy has gone.


SURVIVAL

I drifted all night and was loosing my hope
Before by the moon’s light I saw dry land.
I floated over and through its reefs to the beach,
Where I quickly smoothed out my tracks in the sand.

All I had was my dagger and a canteen
And it was May 4th of 43.
Just me alone on an enemy island,
Wasn’t a safe place for a sailor to be.

I felt I could kill in less than a heartbeat
If that’s what it took for me to survive.
I’d already said thanks so many times,
For” God” was the reason I was alive.

Off in the dark, I herd two men’s voices,
Laughing and talking in a language not mine.
Inch by inch I crept to their campsite,
Where on what they were eating, I would soon dine.

I stabbed them both and took their fish, rice and wine;
Then ran my way back to the raft by the beach.
Soon I was floating in the ocean again
And far enough out where bullets couldn’t reach.

The next day I was picked up by a seaplane,
Whose crew spotted my sail from the air.
Once inside and safe, I cried like a child,
For the dead whom would forever be there.

It was hard to believe heaven let me live;
A farm boy from Kansas, in high school last year.
My girlfriend is blond and she hates it I ’m gone.
Though I’m a veteran of battle, death, and fear.


OKINAWA


Okinawa was to be our last stop
Before we invaded Japan.
The largest landing of the Pacific war,
As our soldiers ran across the sand.

At first our marines were scarcely opposed
But on the fifth day hell they found.
A solid wall of human resistance
Firing their weapons from caves in the ground.

Air power and big guns had little affect
On their cliff forts carved deep in the limestone.
It took man against man to root them out
As flying bullets pierced flesh and bone.

Kamikaze pilots crashed their planes
Knocking out transports and war ships.
As the Imperial air force struck our fleet,
Cries of fear and hate spewed from lips.

One hundred, ten thousand Japanese
By the end of the battle were killed.
Over twelve thousand Americans died,
Before, just our flag flew over the field.

THE FINAL SOLUTION


As goodness and evil hitch rides on the winds,
Over and over man commits the same sins.

Nazis took Jews during and before the war,
Herding them to death camps for torture and more.

They jailed both Catholics and resisting others,
Mothers, fathers, singles, sisters and brothers.

Over six million Jews were put to silence,
Killed by the wicked practicing their violence.

There’s no doubt that Hitler has a throne in hell,
A place of death, torment, decay and smell.

Once more the murderous must be forced to cease,
By those willing to fight for justice and peace.


VETERAN’S DAY


The cost of freedom is sometimes high,
Extremely more when our loved one’s die.

Men and women pledged to fight and serve,
And it’s our support that they deserve.

Mankind itself is the one to blame,
That all through history, the story’s the same.

Peace, like love, can be hard to acquire,
Subject always to enemy fire.

Some how the righteous tend to prevail,
Over the miss-guided, prone to fail.

No wonder we fear the tongues that lie,
As mankind squabbles beneath God’s sky.

The danger our solders face is real,
So lets let them know just how we feel.

Put forth your flag and show them your heart,
As those we love from us depart.


BATTLE OF THE ATLANTIC


After the fall of France in 1940,
The Germans soon began their own blockade,
With most their efforts in the Atlantic,
Hoping to cut Britain’s flow of war trade.

With fast surface raiders like the Bismarck,
Merchant ships caught at sea, had little chance.
The German’s small navy sank ship after ship,
Till the British Navy destroyed war’s romance.

Shipping losses from German U-boats increased,
And the battle of the Atlantic seemed lost.
But soon America would enter the war,
To defeat freedom’s enemies at all cost.

Multitudes would die and their families cry,
Before World War II would be fought to its end.
What a waste of mankind, which had lost its mind,
Though now, our enemy is our friend.


P.O.W.

When you become a P.O.W.
You find you’ve lost your liberty and more,
The guy with the gun tells you what to do,
As you yearn for freedoms you had before.

Your will to serve helps keep you alive,
Though sometimes you wish you were dead.
Tortures far beyond any normal mind,
And there’s no safety, even your bed.

Bullets, barbwire, searchlights and sharp teeth,
Keep you in a place you don’t wish to be.
The food is quite awful and sometimes it moves,
And you’ve no choice of what you hear or see.

The lucky are released and return home,
Though in their dreams their fate is unsure.
War may be hell, but confinement is worse,
Cause afterwards you’re never as you were.



THE LONELINESS OF WAR


I know I’m still here so far, far away,
As I fight for what I believe is right.
I wonder about you and your mom,
Every moment of every day and night.

The loneliness of war can drive you insane,
If you don’t get letters of concern from home.
Left, right, behind and ahead,
Death awaits leaving love ones alone.

We pray to God that we will be saved
To return home or live the here after.
Bloody, dirt-covered men, we see everyday,
As we yearn for those times of laughter.

The far off stare of a fallen comrade,
As you stay by his side till his end.
No mother ever carried her infant child,
More carefully, than we do a friend.

Many have their own personal diaries,
To help keep their faculties together.
Watching hot steel crash into human flesh,
Always make home seem far away and better.

I’ve become an expert at dodging, weaving and diving,
So try not to worry too much about me.
Just help your mom and stand up from the ground,
And while I’m gone be all you can be.

Love Dad


KENNEDY= THE WAR YEARS
PT-109


After the attack on Pearl Harbor
He applied for sea duty in the war.
Where Lieutenant John F. Kennedy
Became known for his bravery and more.

In the dark hours before dawn
On August 2, of 43.
Kennedy commanded a torpedo boat
Through the blackness of night at sea.

PT – 109, was on Solomon’s patrol
With a 12-man crew in a plywood craft.
A Japanese destroyer plowed through the night
Ramming and cutting Kennedy’s boat in half.

Two of the crew just disappeared
A third was badly burned.
Kennedy himself was thrown to the deck,
Where in pain his leadership he earned.

Some of his men had never learned to swim
As he gathered them on the bobbing bow.
The hours passed tell it seemed it would sink
So they made for an island and here’s how.

He ordered those who could to swim
The others were to hang on to a beam.
Kennedy grabbed the injured sailor
And off they tread through the ocean stream.

With his teeth clenched on the burnt man’s vest straps
Skipper Kennedy swam 3 miles.
5 hours later they all made it
Despite their hardships, sharks, and trials.

The next problem was how to summon up help
Without arousing the enemy all around.
After several attempts swimming to other islands
Eventually two natives in a canoe were found.

Kennedy scratch a note on a coconut
To be delivered to a base 38 miles away.
The message made it and they were saved
And their courage still lives us today.




All Poems By
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darleneonfire

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They aren't the best ever, hardly "In Flander's Fields"...and are these discussion attempts? This is a discussion forum you know, not a poetry list.
 

hermanntrude

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darlene what's wrong with a bit of poetry?

I quite like the first world war poem baldric wrote:

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM, BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM, BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

it's subtle but if u look closely you can tell it's about the noise the german bombs make
 

Dexter Sinister

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Let me guess, TomZart: you're an American.

... what's wrong with a bit of poetry?
In principle, nothing, but when a guy calls a thread "The Best..." of something then gives examples of only his own work, then I'd take issue with it too. As I'm doing.

That's not poetry, it's merely verse. I find it cliched, trite, and implicitly full of the false notion that the United States won WW2 all by itself. In no sense is it the best of anything, except possibly Tom Zart's efforts to write poetry. Seems to me that anyone who advertises his own work as the best ever example of something has got some ego problems.
 

hermanntrude

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yes well i too felt he was a little arrogant thinking only of his own poetry, but let's judge it on its merits rather than his acts
 

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My favorite poem in his collection deals with turning 60 years old since I can relate to that experience. His poems are easy to read and more traditional in nature, as opposed to all those beat and new age writings that flourish in newer poetry books. It is readable by all mature family members and thought provoking at times.
His war poetry covers everything from Pearl Harbor and D-Day to present day battles. He honors Soldiers and Sailors and our nation through many well thought out pieces of prose. There is something of interest in his collection of poetry for all readers. This is one of the most assorted and diverse collections of poetry ever assembled in one volume. For poetry lovers this will be a great book to buy.
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TomZart

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Thank you, all of you for your time and replys.

I only say their the best World War Two poems because vets of that war say they are I'm just a old fool that by dIvine intervention can compose them.





DIVINE INTERVENTION



I never write a poem
That doesn’t write itself.
I catch a buzz and come alive

Like a puppet off it’s shelf.


Hearing many voices,
Whose words are never mine.

My pen becomes a painter’s brush

Forming visions on a line.

I seem to be a better person,
When it’s time to sit down and write.

A higher power guides my hand,

Sharing wisdom by day and night.

People born to create,
Have no choice but to perform.

It’s the rush of sharing their gift,

That elevates them from the norm.

What would our world become,
Without intervention from above?

Angry beings in a revolving cage,

With no sense of passion or love.


By Tom Zart

 
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TomZart

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Thanks you frinds in the north for your replys. I will not be posting any more poems here for I was told not to by the boss of this forum.

Thank you for your kindness, if you like my poems look "Tom Zart" up on google and you will find 261 poems on over 200 web sites.

Tom Zart
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I only say their the best World War Two poems because vets of that war say they are I'm just a old fool that by devine intervention can compose them.
I presume you mean divine, not devine, but I'm not going to blow you off for a minor spelling error, we all make them. It's just that Devine was the surname of a former political leader where I live, and he was a first class idiot whose administration was rife with corruption and nearly bankrupted us all, so that word will always catch my eye. But I digress.

I didn't mean to suggest I think you're an idiot Tom, and my apologies if I offended you, though I'm very doubtful of your claim of divine influence. I was a little intemperate in my first response. Your fishing poem was wonderful, been there, done that, and loved it, as perhaps you could tell from the responses I posted in that thread. But that's obviously something you can understand from direct personal experience, so you can write good stuff about it. WW2 is not, and I don't think anyone who didn't live through it will ever understand it well enough to really write the best poetry about it. The best war poetry I've seen was written by men who were in one, John McCrae and Rupert Brooke. WW2 is a subject I've studied very thoroughly and carefully because I think it's important for me to try to understand what my father's generation of men did for us all, and as a Canadian of course I've paid particular attention to Canada's role in it. But I know I'll never understand it the way the men who were there do. The veterans who read your works will bring quite a different understanding to them than those of us who haven't such experiences can do. They will find emotional meaning in your symbols and images that we cannot, and what seems trite and cliched to us, because we've seen it a thousand times, may have much deeper meaning to them.

I guess the lesson is, write what you know. I haven't read all 260+ poems you have on your site, but I've read enough to know this: the stuff you write about things you know is much better than the stuff you write about things you can only imagine.
 

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Thanks you frinds in the north for your replys. I will not be posting any more poems here for I was told not to by the boss of this forum.

Thank you for your kindness, if you like my poems look "Tom Zart" up on google and you will find 261 poems on over 200 web sites.

Tom Zart
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You are aways welcome TOM

I love you my friend
 

TomZart

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Dear vinod1975,
thank you for your reply of support.

FRIENDS


Great souls by instinct
To each other turn,
As side by side
Their lessons they learn.

One soul in two bodies
Describes a good Friend,
One who will need you
'Till God's angels descend.

Prosperity makes us lots of friends
Though adversity rids us of most.
What few we keep, we always love
Long after they are but ghost.

Out of the night, which covers us
It's easy to see where friends are made;
Among the stars, behind the moon
Where heaven begins its parade.

By Tom Zart
 

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I'm new, and I hope I don't make any waves, but I am so sick to death hearing about WW2 or the Holocaust. Yes, they were bad, and yes so many died for our freedoms, yadda yadda, but really, the war was over 60 years ago. Don't we have any serious issues or wars now that can best use our attention? I was born 3 years after the war ended, and my father had served with the Canadian armed forces, so that is all we heard about for years. It gets tiresome.
 

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Dear marygaspe,
thank you for your reply,here are poems about War 2007

THE BATTLE FOR BAGHDAD


Determined though scared, I walk my beat,
On the deadly streets of Baghdad.
Searching for any who plot our harm,
Or by our death are joyous and glad.



Standing in shadows caused by the moon,
I'm reminded of my nights back home.
I wonder if the woman I love
Is growing tired of sleeping alone?

I feel remorse for all who live here,
For this place is a madman's hell.
And those who wish to keep it that way
Must be killed or locked away in jail.

My greatest fear is not my death,
But that I'll end up in a wheelchair.
Disabled for the rest of my life,
Depending on others for my care.

My wife, she prays for my safe return,
As night and day more GI's are killed.
She knows quite well, whatever it takes,
The oath I've given will be fulfilled.


SADDAM


The king of Baghdad has fallen,
Never to dictate again.
Man shall sentence him for this crimes,
And heaven shun him for his sin.

For his tyranny, he was famous,
In every capital on earth.
‘Till apprehended in his spider hole,
Completely stripped of his worth.

He is guilty of rape and genocide,
While he ruled without remorse.
His power and prestige were toppled;
Once George Bush set his course.

Though it may seem that the wicked triumph,
And have conquered by their brutality of hand,
Through the power of faith “They are defeated,”
By the seed of goodness in man.




FORMIDABLE FOE



America is the birthday cake of earth,

As the ants march from every direction.
Thank God for all who have sworn to defend her,
Serving with love, honor, pride, and affection.

Since the first day George Washington marched off to war,
There have been those who have wished our demise.
Their hatred, fueled by jealousy and greed,
Was defeated by our brave and the wise.

Once again, we must face a formidable foe,
Who have pledged by their God to destroy us all
Misusing their faith as an excuse to kill,
As for a worldwide jihad, their leaders call.

Some say we should try to appease them,
For if we resist, they’ll hate us even more.
But the David's among us shall cast our stones,
Defeating them, as it was done before.


SOMETIMES


I'm a soldier, who fights on foreign soil,
Some say, we're here, because of oil.
But, I'll do my duty and proudly serve;
Knowing death may await me around the curve.

Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right,
Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight.
Sometimes we survive, while others must die,
Sometimes never knowing the reason why.

The rush of combat is a natural buzz,
Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting one another like wild game,
Without a shortage of those to blame.

Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick
Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene,
To help stop the savage from being so mean.

War is a hell we visit before death
Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath.
There must be a reason man destroys man,
But why it is so, I can't understand.


THE HINGE OF HISTORY


The hinge of history swings in all directions
As the happenings of the past are written down.
Out of all that has occurred since man's beginnings,
Less has been recorded than waits to be found.

Babylonians kept chronicles of history,
Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic story.
Greeks had no faith in the future at all,
Believing mans repeated errors doom his glory.

Christians added a new dimension to history,
Looking forward to Christ’s return to earth.
An on going drama involving man and God,
Believing all are created of equal worth.

Some have asked why must we study history;
It just encourages us to live in the past.
When we forget history we repeat its mistakes,
As the outcome of humanity is cast.


SO DEAR TO MY HEART


So dear to my heart are my loved ones at home
As I toss and I turn in my bunk all alone.
Everyday I see death, hate, and corruption
Combat is God’s proof of man’s malfunction

For family, comrades, and myself I pray
To my love with this poem I wish to convey.
I knew I loved you though never how much
Till by war, I’m forced beyond your touch.

Where violence thrives, there’s the stench of death
With the taste of fear on every breath.
Who shall prevail, who shall die?
As the sadistic kill beneath God’s sky.

Baghdad has become man’s highway to hell
Where the hearts of darkness are alive and well,
I count each day till it’s time to come home
And be with my love and never alone.

Love You
Your Marine

By Tom Zart















 

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Dear sanctus,
I only posted more poems because people here told me to.

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:smilebox: So Mr. writter please please please come back with dam good poems... something on kids


To make "sanctus" happy I must say know to others and yes to him. So be it
no more poems will I post for any reason.

Thanks to everyone and "sanctus" for your time and kindness and may God Bless.

Tom Zart
 
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Dear sanctus,
I only posted more poems because people here told me to.

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Please come back
:smilebox: So Mr. writter please please please come back with dam good poems... something on kids


To make "sanctus" happy I must say know to others and yes to him. So be it
no more poems will I post for any reason.

Thanks to everyone and "sanctus" for your time and kindness and may God Bless.

Tom Zart


lol Tom I enjoy your stuff I hope you dont run off for any reasons except your own.

Male egos sure do need stroking ;)