War Reflections: Poems of Conflict and Hope

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Martin Dejnicki

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War's profound impact resonates through these verses, capturing the essence of sacrifice, valor, and the ceaseless yearning for peace. Each poem is a tribute to the resilience of the human spirit amidst the echoes of battle.
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Table of contents
A Soldier's Whisper
Shadows of Valor
When The Guns Fell Silent
The Cost of War
Upon Battle's End
Forgotten Heroes
Bridges Not Battles
The Silent Sacrifice
Ghosts of Yesteryears
War's Withered Roses


The inspiration behind "A Soldier's Whisper" comes from the private moments of soldiers longing for the tranquility of normal life. It highlights the contrast between the chaos of war and the quiet hope for peace.

 

A Soldier's Whisper

In the hush of night, a soldier whispers to the stars,

Yearning for peace amid the echoes of wars.

He speaks of hope, where bullets cease to scar,

A world united, without dividing bars.

 

Within his eyes, the battlefield's fierce glow,

 

Memories of friends, now shadows in the night.

His whispered dreams, for love to overthrow,

The brutal hands of conflict's gripping might.

 

Before the dawn, with courage, he stands tall,

 

His whisper carries on the morning breeze.

In war's cruel game, where many brave may fall,

He fights for whispers to become our peace.

 

 

"Shadows of Valor" talks about the steadfast courage of those who fight in wars, leaving an imprint of their bravery long after the battles have ceased. It is a homage to the enduring spirit of soldiers.

 

 

Shadows of Valor

The shadows stretch as twilight holds its breath,

The brave stand firm, with hearts of lions' roars.

They march through lands where footsteps speak with death,

Defending honor, valor at their core.

 

The clash of steel, the burden they all bear,

 

For freedom's sake, they grapple with their fear.

Through fire and smoke, their spirits do not tear,

Their shadows cast, in bravery, they sear.

 

When war has passed, and their shadows fade away,

 

Their tales of valor, forever in our sway,

We'll remember them, in the silence of the fray,

And thank the shadows, enduring in the gray.

 

 

"When The Guns Fell Silent" is inspired by the surreal calmness that falls over a battlefield once the fighting stops. It encapsulates that moment of pause, offering a glimpse into a soldier's relief and the fragile hope for lasting peace.

 

 

When The Guns Fell Silent

The earth did hold its breath when guns fell mute,

Amidst the fields, where poppies dare to root.

The air released from war's relentless chase,

A fleeting glimpse of solace and of grace.

 

The soldiers' eyes, once stormy, fraught with war,

 

Now searched the skies for peace, and something more.

Their hearts entwined with every beat and trill,

As dreams of calm, the once loud valleys fill.

 

And in this pause, this sacred, still respite,

 

The world inhaled, reflecting on their plight.

It's not just silence that the guns bestowed,

But hope for peace, along the weary road.

 

 

"The Cost of War" reflects upon the uncountable sacrifices made because of war, capturing the enduring grief and the irreplaceable loss experienced by both soldiers and their families.

 

 

The Cost of War

Each crack of dawn, the sun does tell a story,

Of soldiers lost, their faded path of glory.

Each family mourns, their hearts forever sore,

The cost of war, a burden that they bore.

 

The laughter ceased, where children used to play,

 

The vacant lots where peace had lost its way.

The price we've paid, the endless debts to settle,

Amid the dust, where petals turn to metal.

 

The tears they fall, into the rivers blue,

 

Bearing the stains of a sorrow deep and true.

Let's not forget, the prices that were paid,

For in war's wake, the blooms of youth doth fade.

 

 

"Upon Battle's End" is about the immediate aftermath of war, an homage to the profound stillness after chaos, and a look forward to the resilience of the human spirit and the seeds of new beginnings.

 

 

Upon Battle's End

Upon the battle's fiery end, we gaze,

Through smoky veils, the remnants of our days.

The silence speaks a thousand unshed tears,

A chorus for the fallen, through the years.

 

The earth itself seems burdened, deeply scarred,

 

A testament to lives forever marred.

The trees bow low, as if to show respect,

For those who gave, and those who must reflect.

 

But even here, where sorrow's grip is tight,

 

The seeds of hope can sprout from darkest night.

For as the dawn brings light to battle's end,

We find the strength to heal, to love, to mend.

 

 

"Forgotten Heroes" speaks to the countless soldiers who fought valiantly yet remain unrecognized. It is a tribute to their bravery that continues to resonate within the collective memory of a grateful nation.

 

 

Forgotten Heroes

Forgotten heroes, whispers in the wind,

Unsung and faded, like old photographs.

Their echoes linger, in the hearts they've pinned,

Within the silence, their epitaphs.

 

Their stories etched upon the weeping stones,

 

Of graves unvisited, and battles fought alone.

But in the quiet hush between the zone,

Their valor blooms, in twilight overgrown.

 

Let's raise a glass, to the quiet unseen,

 

To the brave souls in every shade of green.

In our hearts, they march, forever keen,

Our forgotten heroes, immortal and serene.

 

 

"Bridges Not Battles" is an aspirational call for peace and unity, envisioning a future where cooperation supersedes conflict. It's a plea for the world to embrace harmony and for humanity to connect rather than divide.

 

 

Bridges Not Battles

A whispered hope for bridges, not battles,

Where hands shake free from the chains that rattle.

A world designed on meeting in the middle,

Where swords forge plows, and wounds start to whittle.

 

The heart's plea for a gentle, tender turn,

 

Where fires of hatred no longer burn.

A tapestry where threads of nations weave,

An anthem of accord that we achieve.

 

From history's harsh lessons, may we learn,

 

To cross the bridges for which we yearn.

When we choose peace, our future shall confirm,

That love prevailed, and war is but to spurn.

 

 

"The Silent Sacrifice" honors the individuals who have laid down their lives in service without seeking fame or recognition. It's a reminder of the ultimate price paid for the freedoms we enjoy, a tribute to the silent guardians.

 

 

The Silent Sacrifice

In the quiet corners of the unknown,

Rest the heroes in earth's loving embrace.

Silent sacrifice, to us unshown,

Their final resting, a hallowed place.

 

No more the sound of marching feet resound,

 

No more the drums of war, the bugle's call.

In silence now, their duty tightly bound,

Their silenced voices echo through the hall.

 

We'll honor them, the ones who’ve gone before,

 

Their legacy, a torch we're bearing high.

In silent sacrifice, they've paid the score,

Under the vast and ever-watchful sky.

 

 

"Ghosts of Yesteryears" brings forth the echoes of those who fought in long-gone battles, reminding us of their enduring legacy and urging us to find peaceful resolutions, guided by the wisdom of the past.

 

 

Ghosts of Yesteryears

Through the mists of time, the ghosts appear,

Silent witnesses of all that's passed.

In every sigh, in each fallen tear,

Their memories, in history's cast.

 

Their footsteps echo on ancient grounds,

 

Where once they stood to hold the line.

In every heart, their beat resounds,

A cadence of the old divine.

 

From yesteryears, their spirits rise,

 

And cast their gaze upon our days.

Reminding us, through clear, wise eyes,

To seek for peace through kinder ways.

 

 

"War's Withered Roses" reflects on the devastation wrought by war and the transformative power of hope and perseverance in nurturing a future where peace blooms once more in the gardens of our world.

 

 

War's Withered Roses

In fields where once the roses richly bloomed,

Now lies the starkness of the war's decree.

The petals withered, beauty thus entombed,

A stark reminder of what used to be.

 

The red that once was love is spilled as pain,

 

And thorns draw blood where hands reach out in vain.

Yet from this ground, we hope for growth again,

For after rain, must come the sun's domain.

 

We plant anew, with seeds of peace and care,

 

In hopes that roses will return there.

With gentle hands, love's labor we will share,

And cultivate a garden, fair and square.

 

 

PUBLISHED: Feb 08, 2024
Written By
Martin Dejnicki
I enjoy writing simple rhyming poetry that people can easily share with their loved ones. I live in Toronto with my loving wife and two curious, adventure-seeking daughters.
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