3 result(s) for Vietnam War Poems About Lies.
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Echoes of Silence
In the shadows where the whispers dwell,
Unheard voices weave a tragic spell,
Echoes of truth in the dark unfold,
Stories of sorrow, never told.
Fields once green, now stained with dread,
Promises broken, as brave hearts bled.
Soldiers march with the weight of grief,
Lies in their ears, no hope for relief.
From jungles thick, their spirits rise,
Seeking peace beneath heavy skies.
Listen well, for the past won't die,
Unseen, unheard, the fallen cry.
Invisible Scars
In jungles deep, where shadows play,
The echoes of a distant fray,
Invisible scars on weary souls,
Tattooed memories, silent tolls.
With every step, the ghosts arise,
Whispers heard beneath the skies,
Promises made, but never kept,
In foreign lands, the soldiers wept.
They marched for honor, truth, and pride,
Yet found deceit where hope had died,
Each bullet's flight, a promise torn,
In the farmland of the lost and worn.
Return they did, but not the same,
Haunted hearts wrapped in guilt and shame,
Invisible scars, forever real,
In silence deep, they learn to heal.
Echoes of Deceit
Seasons shift in their silent grace,
Yet shadows linger, memories trace.
In fields once bright, the cries still hum,
Amidst the flowers, the silence is numb.
Threads of time weave tales untold,
Whispers of truth, in lies behold.
With every bloom, the past replays,
In autumn's chill, in summer's blaze.
Beneath the surface, the scars run deep,
The promises made, in nightmares, creep.
Though leaves may fall, and rivers change,
The echoes of war, they still estrange.
Oh, to forget what never dies,
To sift through the fog, unraveling lies.
Yet seasons turn, and time will flow,
But memory's weight, we'll always know.
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