Notes On Vision (James Douglas Morrison Poems)
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
Poems about sniper (19 Poems)
Any Soldier To His Son (Anonymous Poems)
What did I do, sonny, in the Great World War?Well, I learned to peel potatoes and to scrub the barrack ...
Any Soldier To His Son (George Willis Poems)
What did I do, sonny, in the Great World War?Well, I learned to peel potatoes and to scrub the barrack ...
In The Morning (Patrick MacGill Poems)
The firefly haunts were lighted yet,As we scaled the top of the parapet;But the east grew pale to another fire,As ...
Headquarters (Gilbert Frankau Poems)
A league and a league from the trenches — from the traversed maze of the lines,Where daylong the sniper watches ...
Robinson At Home (Weldon Kees Poems)
Curtains drawn back, the door ajar.All winter long, it seemed, a darkeningBegan. But now the moonlight and the odors of ...
The Soldier (Leon Gellert Poems)
Here in the noisy nightIs his delight.Where maxims pourTheir thudding leadUpon the groundAnd on the shore.He revels in the sound,And ...
March of Memories (C J Dennis Poems)
Left, right - left, right . . . We march today for memories (the grizzled Digger said)Memories of lost dreams ...
For Louis Pasteur (Edgar Bowers Poems)
How shall a generation know its storyIf it will know no other? When, amongThe scoffers at the Institute, PasteurHeard one ...
Jungle Patrol (Corporal Peter Coverdale Poems)
With sense keen all nerves alert.we move along the track,with weapons gripped in ready hands,all ready for the trap;That the ...
The Unsettled Scores (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
The men are talking peace at 'ome, but 'ere we're talking fight,There's many a little debt we've got to square;A ...
Sniper (Bernard Gutteridge Poems)
Moves in the rocks with inching fingers. We among the feathery banana trees Imagine for him his aim: the steel ...
A Cigarette Butt (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was the incongruity the foreign color, out of place sand camouflage on the Humvee merging with me, on the ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Man From Athabaska (Robert William Service Poems)
Oh the wife she tried to tell me that 'twas nothing but the thrumming Of a wood-pecker a-rapping on the ...
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 ...
Trench Duty (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake, Out in the trench with three hours' watch to take, I blunder ...
The Sniper (Robert William Service Poems)
Because back home in Tennessee I was a champeen shot, They made a sniper outa me An' ninety krouts I ...