Poetry About War

Andrew DeGoniaMonday, Nov. 4, 20138th Period – English II

Ms. Hollister

TABLE OF CONTENTS

My Favorite Poem 3Why I like this poem 4

Acrostic Poetry 5 Alliteration Poetry 6

Alphabet Poetry 7Autobiographical Poetry 8

Ballad Poetry 9Cinquain Poetry 11

Color Poetry 12Diamante Poetry 13

Free Verse Poetry 14Haiku Poetry 15I Wish Poetry 16

Limerick Poetry 17Lyric Poetry 18

Rebus Poetry 19Rhyming Poetry 21

Shape Poetry 22About the Author 23

The 23rd Psalm

Book of Psalms, The Holy Bible (KJV)Written by David, King of Israel

1. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.2. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he

leadeth me beside the still waters.3. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of

righteousness for his name's sake.4. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of

death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

5. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

6. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

I especially love the bible verse because it speaks to me of GOD’s love and HIS nurturing of me. It speaks both of the life I want to lead and the grace GOD has in store for those who believe in HIM. This Psalm, aside from being one of the most powerful and popular verses in the Bible, is an accounting of the love and care that GOD promises to show his believers when they are in the vulnerable transient state coming from finite life on earth to eternal life in heaven.

ACROSTIC POETRY

Edgar Allan Poe

Eerie stories and poemsDecorate our imagination. BothGood and evilAre challanged along withReality.

Also,Love and insanityLurk through the pages andAnthologies. You willNever know what is to happen next.

Problems of murder and mystery,Oddities and wonderment areExpressed with such peculiarity only he could acheive.

Written by Christina M.

http://www.beardsley.k12.ca.us/int/lessons/acrostic02/acrostic-poem-samples.htm

ALLITERATION POETRY

War has come , War has come

War has come , war has come,My home once a gem of beauty , to fires and rage it

succumbed,Powerless i watched , the desolation of man

How evil overwhelms and greed robs one of all senseDay by Day loved ones fell,

Till our lives became nothing short of hell,I prayed in silence fearing my inevitable doom,

For the grim reaper lays in wait ,Thus i have resigned to my fate..

The morning sun arrived,

With the heavens granting me another day,The screams have gone silent , with no presence of tyranny,

I run through the village searching for a sign of hope,Till my legs grew weary and my vision grew dim,

I muster what strength i have,Refusing to become a victim of fate,Footsteps i hear , approaching fast,

Men with weapons with black souls drenched in hate,As i look into the eyes of my executioner ,

with the certainty of death,memories of my life flash , as i take my last breath,

War has come , War has come

ALPHABET POETRY

The Vietnam Alphabet Poem

A long, long time, many years ago,Before we had a chance to really know,Christmas year was in the land of Ho,Dealing with leaches and heat, instead of snow.

Every December, in the year of Tet,Facing the fears we knew not of yet,Growing much older while sweaty and wet,Having to watch out for your buddy the vet.I can only remember the meaning of fear,Jesus, why do I feel that You aren’t near,Knowing how much I live in fear, of never leaving here.

Looking more sometimes for death than life,My heart is broken in this place of strife,Nobody cares, if we live or die,Over in the world of the big round eye.Please try to explain all of this to me,Quickly, while I wonder if I will always be,Remembering those things in the land of the free.

Standing tall with feelings of pride,Thinking back to the times we could cry,Unclear as to why those feelings will die.

Victory only comes to those who care,While defeat will come, in times of despair.X-Ray and Bird, are places to remember,You know, during our Christmas, in December,Zebra, Idrang, and Happy Valley, are places you won’t find, in a Rand McNally.

Copyright 2000 - Keith (Hacksaw) Bodinehttp://www.vietnamexp.com/guestpoets/bodine/bodine16.htm

AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL POETRY

George Washington George, PowerfulHusband, farmer, soldierWho loved his CountryWho felt happy when he became presidentWho wanted to cross the PotomacGeorge WashingtonWho needed false teethWho gave many speechesWho said “It is better to be alone than in bad company”

Resident of Mount VernonWashington

(1732-1739)http://www.ualr.edu/srwhitfield/Interactive%20Poetry%20Tutorial.pdf

BALLAD POETRY

Ballad about the soldier

This story is about the soldier, an ordinary guywho wanted to live, didn't want to die.

He was a good friend, his classmates said, the things he did were not a regret.

He lived and dreamed, breathed the same air with us, he was so much naive and it was his plus.

He was the guy of ready sympathy and bravejust and ordinary guy who would never liked to be a slave.

Nobody could deny that he was a bit of a hesitating guyas he couldn't make his girlfriend a declaration of love,

to tell her that she was his darling dove.He didn't want to kill or be killed, just hated the war

but he's got an order and had to go for the warwithout even knowing what for.

He was told that he would save the landand military service was a big grand.

He was not explained why should he kill, he went to the war against his will.

But he was the servant of his country, had to obey the ordersand wear the soldiers straps on his shoulders.

Have you seen the eyes of his mother when they were to part? She had an embarrassed look when the parting had a start.

Have you seen the eyes of his girlfriend? They were the eyes of a frightened creature.She felt as he would never again reach her.

Have you seen the guy's eyes? They had a look as he was in a hook.

He didn't want to part with his family, friends, beloved, he wanted to live, love and be loved.In a foreign strange land he walked

had no time to sleep or talk.He walked and walked through the stormy windsthrough the hard rains without any complaints.

He walked through the mud and bloodas he had to obey the orders and rememberhe was not a cub and had no time for a cud.

But... all of a sudden everything around became dark, his body felt a terrible pang

and it seemed to him as the bell rang.

BALLAD POETRYContinued.

Then the pain disappeared and he saw a beautiful parkwith birds and angels, they sang beautiful song,

Then he heard the voice of a gong.Yes, he went to another world were everything was pearled.

With the loss of one soldier nothing has changed, But.... Is it really so? For his mother he was the world

and it was strange that she wouldn't be able to see him, to hear his voice, and if she had a choice

she would give anything for his knock at the doorand his voice telling: Don't worry, dear mum!

I am in a hurry now, but I'll come back soon before the rising Moon.The soldier's heart stopped beating far away from home

in the place with unfamiliar name.Now tell me! Who is to blame that his photo is in the black frame?

He was one in the stream of soldiers, the stream of broken destinies and lives,

the stream of unappeasable human sorrowwhich made in the souls a deep furrow.

The war happened to be a thiefwhich had stolen lives or made them a big grief.

Life is going on; we live, we love, we workbuilding new bridges that were destroyed by war

but if we want to build a happy life we have to remember that soldier who was killed in the war.

We have to understand: war can only ruin and breakfor someones crazy sake.

It ruins and kills not only humans bodiesbut destroys our wonderful land,

little by little turning it into the sand.We have to remember that soldierif we don't want the war to repeat, we have to remember those lossesif we want our land to be complete.

We don't have to forget those who experienced the war, they still give a start hearing a thunderstorm

thinking it was another bomb.We have to realize that even one soldier is a part of the world

and the loss of that soldier means a splitin the integrity of the whole world.

Larisa Rzhepishevskahttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ballad-about-the-soldier/

CINQUAIN POETRY

Honor selfless heroes = Soldier

by GriswoldHonor

our servicemenwho give their lives daily

protecting our countries freedomSelfless

living a hellnone of the rest of us

can or will do, I salute themHeroes

all of them areexpected to give life

for an ungrateful populaceSoldier

http://allpoetry.com/poem/4512145-Honor--selfless--heros---Soldier--Cinquain-Swirl--by-Griswold

COLOR POETRY

The Color of War[Iraqi: war poem]

I saw the other day--

A little boy coloring away(With crayons) in a sketch book;

With every colored pencilUnder the rainbow--

And then some...And when I took a second look

I thought of the Iraqi war(American and Allied soldiers)And all the colors it stood for:

Red was for the blood they've shed;Gray, for depression of their families

Far away...Blue was for sad skies;

Black and white, for death and life;Green, for the spoils we've not seen;Brown, for the dray and dusty nights

All the solders had to fight--onForeign ground.

I pleaded, for the boy to stop,Surprised, he looked up at me--

With his deep blue eyes, hauntingMe, he said, with a tear on his cheek:"I wanted to color the soldier's feet!"

I looked and there it read: 'Peace'Already colored-in, with gray:

Said the boy still looking at me:"That's the way it came."

#1371 6/16/06See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com

Article Source: http://EzineArticles.com/?expert=Dennis_Siluk_Dr.h.c.

DIAMANTE POETRY

Obituary

LifeWonderous, Mysterious

Becoming, Learning, QuestioningWriter, School, Cancer, HeavenGrieving, Decaying, Withering

Black, HeartbreakingDeath

Author Unknown

FREE VERSE POETRY

The Act of War by Dave Hood

War is the vengeful act of a fearful man, with a weapon,

without a conscience, filled with hatred, who thinks: Kill or be killed

War is legalized killing with a gun, bayonet, grenade, hand-to-hand combat, all in the name of a cause

War is an artillery shell exploding, maiming, dismembering, disemboweling, decapitating, annihilating…

War is a terrorist steering a commercial plane into the side of an office

building, filled with civilians, obliterating, cremating…War is an A-bomb, weapon of mass destruction, dropped

from a plane in the grey skyOn to a city of innocent civilians, destroying, leaving a

graveyard of rumbleWar is hell, the devils work. It terrorizes like a stalker. It is

horrific as witnessing a bloody murderIt is lunacy, insanity, the madness of humankind, man in his

natural state of existence according to Hobbes. Yet, a necessary evil under certain human conditions.

http://writingcreativenonfiction.wordpress.com/2011/05/06/a-free-verse-poem-the-act-of-war/

HAIKU POETRY

WAR

Shadows haunt the line The darkness runs from the light

Fear is bought forward

Written By: Yasmin Argent http://www.poetry.com/poems/210296-Haiku-WAR

I WISH POETRY

I Wish For PeaceBy Sharifah Hanna

I wish for PeaceWhen times of sorrow Come each day,I always feel sadAnd sigh away.

Always a war, needs fightingAlways a life, suffering,Oh, how I wish,I wish for peace.

Though, I know, ‘tis a testLaid for us by God,That the day comesOf no more burden,No more load.

A time of love, A time of ease,Oh, how I wish,I wish for peace.

But, what would I giveFor people to always get along,Instead of shouting curses To, maybe, sing a song?

I hope, I will liveTo see my dream come true,As, I hope, your dreams do to.Right now, I will wish,I wish for peace

http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/i-wish-for-peace#ixzz2lMTY12oS

LIMERICK POETRY

Star Wars in Limericks

Young Skywalker was a good ladUntil Palpatine made him turn bad

There was a palaverAnd he fell in some lava

And now he's robotic and sad.

There was a young rebel called LukeWho destroyed the Death Star by a fluke

Princess Leia - he kissed herEven though she's his sister

And made poor old Chewbacca puke.

http://www.protagonize.com/poem/star-wars-in-limericks

LYRIC POETRY

War Poem LyricsSilence falls in no man's land To echo on uncertain steps

Sharp of eye & quick of hand Advancing forward to regrets

Underfoot the bombs & mortars Sleep awaiting coded warnings

From the top the barking orders Light the sky on these dark mornings

Seek asylum from the terror Reaching out for what it's worth

Shelter from the raging anger Raining down on bitter earth

Sympathy for all who's hurting Getting lost between the lines

It's the stuff that keeps returning Laughing loud in victor's lies

Up above on wind's declaring Soon the cold will whistle through

Push aside the warm sierras Fill the sails that carry you

Many miles are put between the What once was & what will be

Sleepwalk nightmare to sweet dream Each step consigned to history Every whisper sings resistance

All emotions hide inside Refugee looks to the distance

Out there somewhere lies his pride http://www.elyrics.net/read/u/ub40-lyrics/war-poem-lyrics.html

REBUS POETRY

A Rebus on – 1786

Take the name of that hero who dreadful in war Spread the terror of Rome thro the nations afar, With the King of the fairies that sly jealous sprite Who sleeps all the day but who gambols all night

Green caty-dids draw him - a nutshell contains him, His kingdom a meadow & a dewdrop sustains him.

What the peasant enjoys when his labor is o'er And the seaboy embraces the hurricane's roar.

What the pretty girls cry tho their meaning is yes When swains at their feet ask the boon of a kiss.

That period of day when gay Phoebus retires

To the arms of his Thetis to meet keener fires.

That passion delightful which thrilling imparts Feelings more than ecstatic to congenial hearts,

Which arouses to fury - and lulls to repose Is keen as the thorn yet as sweet as the rose.

The goddess white-robed by whom unbefriended

Even beauty and wit pass along unattended.

That region where heav'n-born freedom resides Where plenty is found and contentment abides Where scenes all delightful enrapture the mind

Where each shepherd is true and each maiden is kind.

REBUS POETRY

That goddess refulgent whose glance pours the day, Where midnight, and error, and ignorance lay.

The chief who rush'd bold thro the Granican flood

While the fates pale with fear on the shore trembling stood.

What each one pursues tho but few can obtain And ever repays its possession with pain.

What wrings the kind heart when distress is in view

And what each observer discovers in you.

And lastly that word which no lover can bear Nor I from this charmer with patience can hear.

rosy cheeks

The initials of these ye lads and ye lasses Will show you a girl that description surpasses.

The lily combin'd with the new-open'd rose In her bosom's displayed - on her cheek sweetly glows.

Her pencil e'en fancy throws by in despair When fondly attempting to copy my fair.

Henry Livingstonhttp://www.iment.com/maida/familytree/henry/writing/poetry/war.htm

RHYMING POETRY

I Cry in Fear I cry in fear,I scream with hate.What gave us allThis ugly fate?

To meet uponThe battle field,Where all must fight,And none can yield.

I do not wantTo do what’s right.I want to kill.I want to fight.

My brother died.I loved him dear.You took from meThose who were near.

I cannot endOr stop this war.I need to fight;Settle the score.

- Written by Anonymous Poethttp://freepoemsonline.blogspot.com

SHAPE POETRY

War Over Now

w riting words frustrated a writing unworthy r emains in passing thoughts o vercoming fear of judgment v alidating a soul broken e nters a spirit of one passed r eassuring inspiration driving to continue n ew forms written o vercoming dark with light w anting to change by inspiring love forever

Shanity Rainhttp://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=505853

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Andrew DeGonia is a sophomore at Wills Point High School. Andrew is an avid fan of hunting, fishing and the outdoors. Andrew’s passion for hunting has recently led him to learning more about conservationism and helping to protect our natural habitats for future generations.

Andrew is also an active member in the Wills Point Tiger Band and was with the band during their recent success streak of competitions during the 2013/2014 Marching Season. Andrew is extremely proud to be a WPHS student an involvement in all of the activities he partakes in.

Andrew DeGonia, prepared to go march with the WPHS Tiger Band.