#war poems

[in-subdued-ecstasy]

“their blending of harsh realism with a sensuousness unatrophied by the horrors from which they flowered.”

- C. Day Lewis - (in comparison of Wilfred Owen and ‘his beloved’ Keats).

#poetry #wilfred owen #keats #john keats #war poetry #war poems #socialism #art #chaotic thoughts #chaotic academia #dark academia #poetic #chaotic #writing #romance #light academia

[manwalksintobar]

Song (On seeing dead bodies floating off the Cape)  // Alun Lewis

The first month of his absence I was numb and sick And where he’d left his promise Life did not turn or kick. The seed, the seed of love was sick.

The second month my eyes were sunk In the darkness of despair, And my bed was like a grave And his ghost was lying there And my heart was sick with care.

The third month of his going I thought I heard him say ‘Our course deflected slightly On the thirty-second day – ’ The tempest blew his words away.

And he was lost among the waves, His ship rolled helpless in the sea, The fourth month of his voyage He shouted grievously ‘Beloved, do not think of me.’

The flying fish like kingfishers Skim the sea’s bewildered crests, The whales blow steaming fountains, The seagulls have no nests Where my lover sways and rests.

We never thought to buy and sell This life that blooms or withers in the leaf, And I’ll not stir, so he sleeps well, Though cell by cell the coral reef Builds an eternity of grief.

But oh, the drag and dullness of my Self; The turning seasons wither in my head; All this slowness, all this hardness, The nearness that is waiting in my bed, The gradual self-effacement of the dead.

#poetry #Alun Lewis #Welsh poetry #war poems #war #death #grief #mourning #song #World War II #the dead

[alchemisland]

#poem #poetry #writeblr #writing community #poet #writing #words #dark america #alchemy #alchemisland #neuralchemy #war #martian energy #aries #war poems #dystopia #endless war #endtimes

[peppers-ghost-posts]

Winter Stars by Sarah Teasdale

I went out at night alone;  The young blood flowing beyond the sea Seemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings—  I bore my sorrow heavily. But when I lifted up my head  From shadows shaken on the snow, I saw Orion in the east  Burn steadily as long ago. From windows in my father’s house,  Dreaming my dreams on winter nights, I watched Orion as a girl  Above another city’s lights. Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too,   The world’s heart breaks beneath its wars, All things are changed, save in the east  The faithful beauty of the stars.

#winter stars #poetry #poem #sarah teasdale #war poems #star poems #one of my favourite poems

[thetruearchmagos]

The Chainbreaker

So Far Afield

It's been a while since I last wrote a Poem, so I decided to fix that!

A bit of a sad one, as is usual for me, but I hope ya like it!

Tagging @lividdreamz @theprissythumbelina @lockejhaven @sanguine-arena @muddshadow @thatndginger @dogmomwrites

So far Afield, where fair winds fly,

through leaves so free, Life sweeping by,

over the fields; where voices sleep,

they dream of thee, whose fates we keep

from scars of yore, our sins let lie.

In days long past, for help they cry.

And light we gave, in our reply,

to scorch their chains, their futures keep

So far Afield,

So far Afield.

Our skin has rot, our bones now dry,

The light and breeze, to us deny.

Still, if you must, for us, do weep;

know that our light, our price so steep

we gave to you, that you may fly,

across the sky,

so far Afield.

#poetry #poems #war poems #war poetry #worldbuilding #writeblr #my poetry #my writing

[burninglights]

we lived happily during the war.

And when they bombed other people’s houses, we

  protested

but not enough, we opposed them but not

 enough. I was

in my bed, around my bed America

  was falling: invisible house by invisible house by invisible house.

  I took a chair outside and watched the sun.

  In the sixth month

of a disastrous reign in the house of money

  in the street of money in the city of money in the country of money,

our great country of money, we (forgive us)

  lived happily during the war.

- Ilya Kaminsky, b. 1977, Odessa, Ukraine.

#ilya kaminsky #deaf republic #poetry #poetry: ilya kaminsky #war #ukrainian writers #war poems #complicity #em.txt

[michaeljaystonfan]

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[ya-leshaya]

My lame attempt in translation of Olga Bergholz poem. She was a Russian poet who survived Leningrad blockade.

***

You know, this anxious quiet still frightens me more

Than everything else that was left after war.

So quiet that every thought of this war

Is louder than a cry, a howl, or a roar.

People growled, and crawled, and writhed here with pain.

Their blood rose above the ground, hardly drained…

Now it’s just quiet. So quiet that it seems -

Forever and ever It will stay like this.

No ploughman, no farmer, no working man

Will ever return to this quiet land.

It’s quiet and silent, it’s not death and not life.

It’s cutting me deeper than any sharp knife.

It’s not death and not life—it’s hardest despair

That mute us, deprive us even from prayers.

This anxious silence is innocent victim’s revenge—

Their knowledge and memories hidden behind the death edge.

#poem #poem translation #war poems #world war 2 #Russian poems #olga bergholz

[kokeethornton]

Antikriegs Gedicht von Bertold Brecht, 1951 veröffentlicht. Passt leider zu gut in unsere Zeit. Moin.

English: I hope my translation of the Bertold Brecht Antiwar Poem isn´t too bad. Lemme know if somethings wrong. Thank you.

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#antiwar #bertold brecht #poem #war poems #children

[mysharona1987]

#Poems #poetry #marwan makhoul #war criminals

[soracities]

Samih al-Qassim, "The End of a Discussion with a Prison Guard" (trans. A.Z. Foreman, ID included), from A Map of Absence

#q #lit #quotes #poetry #typography #poems #samih al qassim #the end of a discussion with a prison guard #a map of absence #palestinian lit #m #x #of war and violence

[loki1987]

THE FLOWER OF YOUTH

The flower of youth was in their faces

Buds unfurled and vibrant

It bloomed in the brightness of their eyes

The unfinished breadth of their shoulders

The boyish curve of their cheeks

It’s petals floated with their laughter on the air

Now the flower of youth

Grows from ruined ground

Papery soft petals lifeblood red

Poppies grow from the flowers

We placed, with white lilies

Below the ground.

#remembrance #remembrance sunday #WWI #WWII #WW1 #WW2 #war poetry #war poems #armistice day #original poem #poem #original poetry

[polinawrites]

The war times

Usually I want to escape my tiny flat at least for an hour 

to remind myself that open space exists in the world

but I want to stay home today.

I’m glad this week is ending.

I’ve lived through all of my emotions

and even feel a bit better now, 

accepting the death of a friend’s father on Monday

from a bomb flying into their flat at night. 

I’m finding my way back to the routine of the war times: 

tricking the brain that nothing will happen with your loved ones, 

so you can have energy to live.

-Polinawrites

#original poem #poetry #war #war poems #war in ukraine #death #feelings #friends #war times #art

[thoughtkick]

Don’t touch me if you don’t mean it.

The War Boys (2009)

#The War Boys (2009) #motivation #quotes #poetry #literature #relationship quotes #writing #original #words #love #relationship #thoughts #lit #prose #spilled ink #inspiring quotes #life quotes #quoteoftheday #love quotes #poem #aesthetic

[luthienne]

jack gilbert, “islands and figs” / richard siken, “the worm king’s lullaby”

#jack gilbert #collected poems of jack gilbert #islands and figs #richard siken #war of the foxes #the worm king’s lullaby #words #poetry #typography #parallels

[metamorphesque]

We Lived Happily During the War, Ilya Kaminsky

#the guilt you feel when there's a war in your country and you let a chuckle escape your lips #ilya kaminsky #deaf republic #quotes #literature #poetry #poems