does anyone know a really good poem about deployed soldiers?

Question

my husband is leaving in a few hours for Iraq and i was looking for a really nice poem to send him of with

Answer 1

My Dad Is A Soldier

My dad is a soldier. I can not lie,
When he was deployed it made me cry.

It made me feel angry, alone, and afraid.
I find myself wishing that he could have stayed.

I’m not sure I understand just why he had to go.
But I do understand that he could not say no.

I am so proud of my dad, for he’s loyal, brave and true.
People say he’s protecting my freedom - and your freedom too.

I will patiently wait for my dad to come back.
I pray things get better quickly over there in Iraq.

What a heavy burden he must be carrying around.
While conducting those raids in a dusty, foreign town.

The comforts of home, he must terribly miss.
He must feel so alone, with no one to hug and to kiss.

It’s so hard to get through this, though I know that I will.
I can’t wait for this void in my heart to be filled.

To hear the voice of my dad and feel the warmth of his arms.
When he wraps them around me, I feel protected from harm.

My dad is a soldier, I can not lie.
When he returns home, it will make me cry.

To know that he served this great country with pride,
and “An Army of One” standing right by his side.


by Michele C. Fortenberry
Proud Army Wife and Mother of Three

Answer 2

Soldier Christmas Poem

Answer 3

Sorry for the length, but if you're an American and this doesn't bring a tear to your eye then.....
Soldiers Christmas Poem

It was the night before Christmas,
he lived all alone,
in a one bedroom house made of
plaster and stone.

I had come down the chimney
with presents to give,
and to see just who
in this home did live.

I looked all about,
a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents,
not even a tree.

No stockings by the mantle,
just boots filled with sand,
on the wall hung pictures
of far distant lands.

With medals and badges,
awards of all kinds,
a sobering thought
came through my mind.

For this house was different,
it was dark and dreary,
I found it home for a soldier,
once I could see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping,
silent, and alone,
curled up on the floor
in this one bedroom home.

His face was so gentle,
the room in such disorder,
not how I pictured
a United States soldier.

Was this the hero
of whom I'd just read?
Curled up on a poncho,
the floor for a bed?

I realized the families
that I saw this night,
owed their lives to these soldiers
who were willing to fight.

Soon 'round the world,
the children would play,
and grownups would celebrate
a bright Christmas day.

They all enjoyed freedom
each month of the year,
because of the soldiers,
like the one lying here.

I couldn't help wonder
how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas eve
in a land far from home.

The very thought it
brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees
and started to cry.

The soldier awakened
and I heard a rough voice,
"Santa don't cry,
this life is my choice;

I fight for freedom,
I don't ask for more,
my life is for God,
my country, my corps."

The soldier rolled over
and drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it,
I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours,
so silent and still
and we both shivered
from the cold night's chill.

I didn't want to leave
on that cold, dark, night,
this guardian of honor
so willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over,
with a voice soft and pure,
whispered, "carry on Santa,
it's Christmas day, all is secure."

One look at my watch,
and I knew he was right.
"Merry Christmas my friend,
and to all a good night."

This poem was written by a U.S. Marine. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable . . . .

PLEASE. Would you do me the favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.

Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your part to plant this small seed.
[ Author unknown -- from Andy Chap (rev. 2004) -- Ed:Anon ]

Answer 4

A Deeper Sadness
By: Jessica Winchester

SI sit by myself thinking how long,
How long he will be gone this time,
Even though I know he is good at what he does, You can't help but worry.

So I sit quietly and think,
Will he be okay?
Will he stay safe?
You can't help but wonder.

So today is the day,
He's leaving once more,
The sad expression on my face says all,
He's off to war.

Hot tears stream down my face,
He packs his bag and is on his way,
Our family is struck with a sadness like no other,
We kiss him goodbye, But just for now.

Answer 5

Dulce et Decorum est by Alfred Wilson

not exactly nice...but very truthful

Answer 6

"The Charge of the Light Brigade" (forgive me for not immediately recalling the name of the author-----no doubt the crack about my "education" is correct) by an Englishman in the 19th C. is undoubtedly the best example of the brave soldier's heart, that has ever been written. "Guns (ie "cannons") to the right of them,
guns to the left of them, Into the valley of death rode the 600.
Theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do or die."

Answer 7

Dear sweet soldier of mine
I hope you are doing fine
I pray daily for your safe return
Home,today is not to soon
Marching off to the war
Please let me thank you
One more time
Thank you for your sacrifice
Thank you for your time
Always in my thoughts
Forever in my mind
If tomorrow finds you in this war
I know that our freedom
Is what you are fighting for
So please let me thank you
One more time
Oh thank you dear sweet soldier of mine
You're always in my prayers
And always on my mind.

Kelle-Irene Marie Carter

Answer 8

Rudyard Kipling said it all ,over 100 yrs ago .
Call the book store , see if they have any Kipling in stock .

Answer 9

i wrote a poem but its about my soldier (bf) so i dont know if you could use it or not. if you want it let me know and i will email it to you.

Answer 10

when your away, i miss you much...
everyday, i'll send my love...

you have always been, and will always be...
a soldier for god, and a soldier for me...

when you return, please i need to know...
will you hold me?, will you love me so?...

will you take my hand, and lead the way?
to the path of god, for the rest of our days...


to the soldier i love, to the savior of freedom,
to the mightiest hero, who fights for his kingdom...