does anybody no a good poem about war for my English lesson?

Answer 1

"In flander's fields" is a popular one.
There is also a wealth of Vietnam war poetry, not so much pro/against- more the impact of war.
Also "Charge of the Light Brigade" by Tennyson

Answer 2

most people choose wwi poems when faced with this sort of question.

here is something from wwii - the north african campaign - by the english poet keith douglas:

('vergissmeinnicht' is german for 'forget me not').




Vergissmeinnicht


Three weeks gone and the combatants gone
returning over the nightmare ground
we found the place again, and found
the soldier sprawling in the sun.

The frowning barrel of his gun
overshadowing. As we came on
that day, he hit my tank with one
like the entry of a demon.

Look. Here in the gunpit spoil
the dishonoured picture of his girl
who has put: Steffi. Vergissmeinnicht.
in a copybook gothic script.

We see him almost with content,
abased, and seeming to have paid
and mocked at by his own equipment
that's hard and good when he's decayed.

But she would weep to see today
how on his skin the swart flies move;
the dust upon the paper eye
and the burst stomach like a cave.

For here the lover and killer are mingled
who had one body and one heart.
And death who had the soldier singled
has done the lover mortal hurt.

Answer 3

"In Flanders Field" by Lt. John McCrae. A wonderful old war poem that has inspired several others. There is a famous song from the 1960's "Where Have All the Flowers Gone" which piggybacked off the Flanders Field poem. Both are available on the Internet.

Answer 4

Here is one I wrote, maybe it will do:

Beachfront Symphony

The cannon are pounding a rhythm,
Into the sand dunes splashed with men.
Their cries and screams are marking time,
As the bombs crush them again and again.
Rifles are snapping quite wildly,
‘Ore the crest of the earthen works.
Reflecting a gruesome symphony,
In the shattered limb that jerks.

Cold bayonets are slashing silvery,
Across the barbed wire stanza lines.
Dotted with torn and fallen corpses,
Cast there by erupting mines.
Fragment pieces come raining down,
To a blood droplet melody.
A sight no mortal man should bear,
Is the beachfront symphony.


-by D. Sheron

Answer 5

A MOMENT OF SILENCE

While standing at attention
Looking straight ahead,
He thought about his comrades
The living and the dead.
When the wreath was laid
A moment of silence began,
In honor of the fallen
Who he shall never see again.
As he gazed around him
At the Veterans standing there,
He noticed that the numbers have dwindled
Compared to those that stood last year.
He fears that when they are gone
Their memories to will fade,
People will forget to say a prayer
And a wreath will not be laid.
He bowed his head and closed his eyes
He prayed a special prayer,
That long after they are gone
People will gather to honor them there


By: Yvonne Legge

Answer 6

Whazzup wid war
Why can't we jest go to a bar
Laff gaff....and have lotsa fun
Instead of pickin up a gun
Billions everyday spent
While on medical care not a dime to make a dent!
Kids going crazy ..and in the motherland forming gangs
While we waste tax dollars in Iraq with big bangs!
Killing many in the thousands
While wives mourn at home for their dead husbands!

Why War?


Not bad for a start eh? :)

Answer 7

Naming Of Parts by Henry Reed.
www.solearabiantree.net/namingofparts/namingofparts.html

Answer 8

BOB Marley- WAR

Until the philosophy which hold one race superior
And another
Inferior
Is finally
And permanently
Discredited
And abandoned -
Everywhere is war -
Me say war.

That until there no longer
First class and second class citizens of any nation
Until the colour of a man's skin
Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes -
Me say war.

That until the basic human rights
Are equally guaranteed to all,
Without regard to race -
Dis a war.

That until that day
The dream of lasting peace,
World citizenship
Rule of international morality
Will remain in but a fleeting illusion to be pursued,
But never attained -
Now everywhere is war - war.

And until the ignoble and unhappy regimes
that hold our brothers in Angola,
In Mozambique,
South Africa
Sub-human bondage
Have been toppled,
Utterly destroyed -
Well, everywhere is war -
Me say war.

War in the east,
War in the west,
War up north,
War down south -
War - war -
Rumors of war.
And until that day,
The African continent
Will not know peace,
We Africans will fight - we find it necessary -
And we know we shall win
As we are confident
In the victory

Answer 9

You're welcome to use mine, I was in VietNam, and this small poem stopped 22 years of constant nightmares when I wrote it, it was theraputic. May not be very good, but you are free to use it if you like.

Nam Dreams
From deep in sleep, in a cold sweat,
I will sometimes awake.
My legs will tremble and be weak,
My body then will shake.
The visions in my mind I see,
A time so long ago.
Of all the faces that I knew,
And those I didn't know.
I see those faces once again,
The heroes of their day.
They fought and died for freedom's sake,
That is the solder's way.
The ones of us who made it back,
Will not forget that sight.
The way our nation treated us,
Just wasn't even right.
We fought and died to make Nam free,
That's what we all were told.
The ones who did not go to fight,
Sat back and judged us cold.
The faces that I see at night,
Say set the record straight.
We did not kill for mirth and fun,
We sit by heaven's gate.
We did our best, we gave our lives.
Then we were treated bad.
They said we murdered little kids,
A lie that's very sad.
We tried to save them every one,
But we all tried in vain.
I lost a lot of good friends there,
In Nam's continued rain.
I see their faces in my sleep,
It makes me wake at night.
I pray my children never need,
To go off for a fight.
So when you see a man like me,
Who's been so scarred by strife.
Then know that I still need a friend,
To help me through this life.

Answer 10

Carl Sandburg is one of my favorite poets. If you are looking for a classic war poem, here is one:

Iron
by Carl Sandburg )

Guns,
Long, steel guns,
Pointed from the war ships
In the name of the war god.
Straight, shining, polished guns,
Clambered over with jackies in white blouses,
Glory of tan faces, tousled hair, white teeth,
Laughing lithe jackies in white blouses,
Sitting on the guns singing war songs, war chanties.

Shovels,
Broad, iron shovels,
Scooping out oblong vaults,
Loosening turf and leveling sod.

I ask you
To witness-
The shovel is brother to the gun.