4 result(s) for Vietnam War Poems.
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Dawn's Fragile Silence
In dawn's embrace, the soft light spills,
Where shadows dance on rolling hills.
A whisper of peace in the morning's breath,
Yet echoes of conflict hint at death.
The sun rises slow, a golden crown,
But gunfire roars, the calm torn down.
Children chase dreams in fields of grain,
While far away, the cries of pain.
Birds cease their songs, the world holds its breath,
For fleeting moments, they flirt with death.
A soldier stands where the poppies grow,
His heart pained heavy, lost in woe.
But in every dawn that breaks anew,
Hope emerges, as soft as dew.
Though shattered by war, the spirit persists,
In the heart of peace, let love exist.
Whispers Beneath the Stars
In twilight's hush, the echoes blend,
A distant call, where sorrows wend,
Through tangled fields, the shadows creep,
In velvet skies, the lost souls weep.
A warrior's heart, forever torn,
In memory's grasp, the pain reborn,
Each star a tear from heavens bright,
A whisper lingers in the night.
For every name that time forgot,
In silent dreams, their battles fought,
The moonlight dances on their graves,
While night enfolds the hearts it saves.
So lift your gaze, and hear the plea,
In starlit realms, their spirits flee,
An unsung tale, beneath the light,
The Vietnam scars, in whispers, write.
Echoes of Flight
Choppers hum through treetops high,
Shadows dance in the clouded sky.
Echoes carry tales of loss,
In Vietnam's heart, where heroes cross.
Glimmers of hope, in turmoil sewn,
Whispers of courage, in fields overgrown.
Amidst the cries, the dreams take flight,
In the quiet dusk, they seek the light.
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Names on Stone
In shadowed fields where brave hearts lie,
Beneath the weight of whispers sigh,
They marched for dreams, for freedom's call,
Young souls that answered honor's thrall.
Each name engraved in solemn stone,
A testament to fights they’ve known,
Through jungles deep and skies aflame,
They forged a bond, they earned their name.
With every etched and silent mark,
A legacy, a fleeting spark,
Remembered now, through tears and pride,
For every hero, we stand beside.
