The Fallen of War: A Remembrance Day Poem

The Fallen of War

See those fields of red, where the poppies grow,

over trampled grass, while the mourning wind blows

Where the ghosts still walk, where their bones still lie

Those legion of the fallen, under the cold grey sky

The echo of footsteps tread in the raven’s cry

chased in the gloaming by each mother’s sigh

Remember, remember they once stood as men,

below ashen clouds, beyond a stalwart when

Brothers forever, inscribed in their blood

side by side, through rain and through mud

Across chaos and smoke, that battlefield wide,

a crucible forge, where they lived and they died

Only names remain, evermore etched in stone

Mortality’s relics, buried past dust and bone

Our memories resonance, as the sun sets low

See those fields of red, where the poppies grow

© A. F. Stewart 2016 All Rights Reserved

For Remembrance Day: Reverence

Today is Remembrance Day, so I'm posting a poem to honour our soldiers. 

Reverence

The solemn silence, a hushed crowd

in veneration, their heads bowed

Fleeting moment of time

to honour fallen soldiers proud

who gave all, fulfilled duty vowed

Conjured, as the bells chime

Lest We Forget

Poems For Remembrance Day

For this Remembrance Day, some poems in memory of the fallen:

Through the Eyes of a Soldier

One breath, one individual breath,

exhaled slowly across the arena of battle.

A small impulsive act, to muster your valour,

before you step into war, into the killing field.

Where bodies drop upon the trampled ground,

where you will choke on grime and acrid smoke,

as the earth grows sodden, drenched with blood,

and the air will hum, unreal, with lingering death.

Pain is the final sensation your body will know,

before you succumb and fall, with one last breath.

In Memoriam

Battlefields of scarlet

where the flowers grow

and the wind blows past

the fallen soldiers.

Where the flowers grow

with memories of soldiers;

ghosts not forgotten.

And the wind blows past

rows of weathered stone,

that mark their graves.

The Fallen Soldiers;

lives given, sacrificed

in war, in honour.

Soldier Boy

Play me a tune for Death;

he has passed this way.

A sad lament, for those

who shed their final blood

on this forlorn battlefield.

Play a song of sorrow

for your fallen friends.

Each and every soul

who shall never grace

again, this vibrant earth.

A Remembrance Day Poem

In honour of Remembrance Day, one of my poems:

Soldier Boy

Play me a tune for Death;

he has passed this way.

A sad lament, for those

who shed their final blood

on this forlorn battlefield.

Play a song of sorrow

for your fallen friends.

Each and every soul

who shall never grace

again, this vibrant earth.