War+Poetry

=War poetry= The Ode Find other poems about war Create your own poem about war Make up a poem about red poppies and Remembrance Day.

// Famous poems about war: //
by Laurence Binyon
 * For the Fallen**

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres, There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted; They fell with their faces to the foe. //They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:// //Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.// //At the going down of the sun and in the morning// //We will remember them.//

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam. But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night; As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain; As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place: and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie in Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe To you from failing hands we throw The torch be yours to hold it high. If you break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies growing in Flanders fields. By //John McCrae//
 * Flanders Field**

// Our Poems //
Young men went away Body bags came back Excited men went away Scared men came back Normal men went away Heroes returned Lest we forget an original poem by Cameron

The fields were red from blood shed The poppies rose from the red with blood The widows and children united To remember our fallen To remember our heroes To remember our saviours Lest we forget by Cameron

__The Toll__ The men who fought The men that died The heroes that rose up The men who returned The men who did not The wives who kept their husbands The widows that cried The children that kept their father The children that cried All affected by the war Lest we forget. by Cameron

__we will not forget__ The men may have died But they will not be forgotten We will never forget our heroes They stay in our hearts forever Lest we forget. by Cameron

__The fields of battle__ From the mud To the blood To the fields beyond Lest we forget. by Cameron

__Remember Us__ We marched into battle With our guns held high No-ne had held a gun before Blood was a deep red The men who had fallen We pay tribute On the 11th hour Of the 11th day Of the 11th month by Cameron

our men

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On the 11th hour of the 11th day of November, Is Remembrance Day One of the most important days in history. The soldiers who died, the ones who lived. The brave who fell, the champs who returned. The wives who lost a husband, the kids who lost dads, They sacrifice their lives for the lives of others. by Silas 4m

__war__ Fighting in the war, Was blood galore Killing enemy soldiers, dying one at a time The time is not happy and it is not prime The score was 99 to 4 by Silas