How Rifleman Brown came to Valhalla (Gilbert Frankau Poems)
To the lower Hall of Valhalla, to the heroes of no renown,Relieved from his spell at the listening-post, came Rifleman ...
Poems about dug-out (20 Poems)
Signals (Gilbert Frankau Poems)
The hot wax drips from the flares On the scrawled pink forms that litter The bench where he sits; the glitterOf stars ...
A Terre (being the philosophy of many soldiers) (Wilfred Owen Poems)
Sit on the bed. I'm blind, and three parts shell.Be careful; can't shake hands now; never shall.Both arms have mutinied ...
High Wood (Philip Johnstone Poems)
Ladies and gentlemen, this is High Wood,Called by the French, Bois des Furneaux,The famous spot which in Nineteen-Sixteen,July, August and ...
Rabbits (C J Dennis Poems)
Ar! Gimme fights wiv foeman I kin see, To upper-cut an' wallop on the jor.Life in a burrer ain't no ...
The Singing Soldiers (C J Dennis Poems)
When I'm sittin' in me dug-out wiv me rifle on me knees,An' a yowlin', 'owlin' chorus comes a-floatin' up the ...
A Song Of Anzac (C J Dennis Poems)
When I'm sittin' in me dug-out, with me rifle on me knees, An' a yowlin', 'owlin' chorus comes a-floatin' up ...
Buckshee (Billy Bennett Poems)
Since the boys have come back from that terrible warWe're all using words that were not heard beforeLearnt in the ...
To the Unknown Warrior (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
You whom the kings saluted; who refused not The one great pleasure of ignoble days, Fame without name and glory ...
The Black Dudeen (Robert William Service Poems)
Humping it here in the dug-out, Sucking me black dudeen, I'd like to say in a general way, There's nothing ...
Accordion (Robert William Service Poems)
Some carol of the banjo, to its measure keeping time; Of viol or of lute some make a song. My ...
Bill The Bomber (Robert William Service Poems)
The poppies gleamed like bloody pools through cotton-woolly mist; The Captain kept a-lookin' at the watch upon his wrist; And ...
My Mate (Robert William Service Poems)
I've been sittin' starin', starin' at 'is muddy pair of boots, And tryin' to convince meself it's 'im. (Look out ...
Only A Boche (Robert William Service Poems)
We brought him in from between the lines: we'd better have let him lie; For what's the use of risking ...
Break of Day (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
There seemed a smell of autumn in the air At the bleak end of night; he shivered there In a ...
The Working Party (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
Stand-To: Good Friday Morning (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
I'd been on duty from two till four. I went and stared at the dug-out door. Down in the frowst ...
A Working Party (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
The Sentry (Wilfred Owen Poems)
We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew, And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell Hammered on ...
A Terre (Wilfred Owen Poems)
(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.) Sit on the bed; I'm blind, and three parts shell, Be careful; can't shake ...