War poets are weary; they’re weary of war
War poets aren’t war poets – not any more
They’re cool connoisseurs of conflicts gone cold
They’re battle-hard veterans war cannot scald!
War poets aren’t burning with anger no more
They’ve swapped no man’s land for sun by the shore
War’s cruel, callous killing no more strikes a chord
From playing at war games war poets are bored
War poets, to war zones, no longer return
For blood-spattered battles they no longer yearn
Their pens, once outspoken, indignant and loud
Like guns, have fell silent, like soldier in shroud
War poets have wandered o’er flowerless fields
Where poisonous poppies the soil no more yields
They’re sick of the shrieking and screaming of shells
Ground down by defeats like those damn Dardanelles!
War poets are weary; they’re weary of war
That’s savage, like Nature, in tooth and in claw
But as poets of peace they’ll never be known
Till the ogre of war has been overthrown
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 13th, 2018 13:58
- Comment from author about the poem: ”Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My Subject is War, and the Pity of War, The Poetry is in the Pity." Wilfred Owen
- Category: Reflection
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The 'War Poets' are still there, I have a book of war poems written by those who were in Afghanistan and Iraq. They are so very emotive.
That's good to know. I think, in the poem, I was trying to say that the war/conflict poets wished that there was no wars. Then they wouldn't have to become poets of war, but of peace. Another aside: apparently, in schools, it is no longer called, 'war poetry,' but rather 'conflict poetry.' In order to embrace the fighting poetry all over the globe?
In my recent poem "The Guns Stopped" there is a line which goes
"The war to end all wars, didn't"
this was picked out by our Preacher at Church on Sunday as he was talking about the futility of war.
I will check out your poem. By the way, according to the bible, there is even war in heaven! And then, of course, in the book of Revelation, all roads appear to lead to Armageddon. Sobering thought.
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