A description that covers all avenues of conflict, from any era, any part of the World.
- My thought shall never be that you are dead:
Who laughed so lately in this quiet place.by Anna Gordon Keown 14 lines - Earning high wages?
Yus, Five quid a week.by Madeline Ida Bedford 43 lines, 65,535 comments - Oh, there were fifteen men in green,
Each with a tommy-gun,by David Campbell 55 lines, 2 comments - We planned to shake the world together, you and I
Being young, and very wise;by May Wedderburn Cannan 30 lines - TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunneryby Richard Lovelace 14 lines, 4 comments - One minute we was laughin, me an' Ted,
The next, he lay beside me grinnin' - dead.by May Herschel-Clarke 2 lines - Morning, if this late withered light can claim
Some kindred with that merry flameby Edmund Blunden 37 lines, 1 comment - There’s a lonely stretch of hillocks:
There’s a beach asleep and drear:by Leon Gellert 11 lines, 3 comments - I found the letter in a cardboard box,
Unfamous history. I read the words.by Clifford Dyment 14 lines - Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea,
Whose footsteps are not known,by Alfred Noyes 25 lines, 5 comments - Today we have naming of parts. Yesterday,
We had daily cleaning. And tomorrow morning,by Henry Reed 34 lines, 4 comments - In days of peace my fellow-men
Rightly regarded me as more likeby A.A. Milne 49 lines - You love us when we're heroes, home on leave,
Or wounded in a mentionable place.by Siegfried Sassoon 13 lines, 2 comments - There was a man, - don't mind his name,
Whom Fear had dogged by night and day.by Winifred Mary Letts 31 lines - Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us…
Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent…by Wilfred Owen 46 lines, 4 comments - In the last letter that I had from France
You thanked me for the silver Easter eggby Eleanor Farjeon 14 lines, 1 comment - Now in thy splendour go before us.
Spirit of England, ardent-eyed,by Robert Laurence Binyon 35 lines - He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,by Wilfred Owen 51 lines, 3 comments - Red lips are not so red
As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.by Wilfred Owen 25 lines, 2 comments - Our Trojan world is polarised to mourn;
To dream and find a black spot on the sun,by Kenneth Allott 24 lines, 2 comments - It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scoopedby Wilfred Owen 43 lines, 6 comments - There are strange Hells within the minds War made
Not so often, not so humiliating afraidby Ivor Gurney 14 lines, 2 comments - Does it matter?-losing your legs?
For people will always be kind,by Siegfried Sassoon 14 lines - I wandered up to Beaucourt; I took the river track
And saw the lines we lived in before the Boche went back;by A P Herbert 28 lines, 1 comment - Three hours ago he blundered up the trench,
Sliding and poising, groping with his boots;by Siegfried Sassoon 48 lines, 4 comments - Straw rustling everywhere.
The candle-stumps stand there staring solemnly.by Wilhelm Klemm 14 lines, 2 comments - O it was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough -
Light in their loving as soldiers can be -by Thomas Hardy 47 lines
