A rhyming tale of war and loss, survivor's guilt does it emboss.

A series of poems I wrote while studying the Holocaust. A few of the poems have rhyme schemes but most are free verse. The last poem is a haiku.

Whos fault is it when war starts?

Three poems of a similar theme, showing that inside we truly crave peace... but it always seems to escape us.

A poem about sailors on a ship being driven to destruction by the sound of sirens.

A poem about the wife of a soldier who is digging up her garden in 1918 and haunted of the memories of World War 1. This poem was published in a poetry anthology.

A dark poem about your eventual end.

Guts will get you so far. Then they'll get you dead. Which is exactly what you get. When you fail to plan ahead. Not realizing the debacle you're in. But following because that's where your fucking balls lead. And no one hates a coward more then I. But there's more to a strategy, then rushing into a battle. All while being misled. By the testos

Only I can create peace!

I wrote this poem as a challenge for my Creative Writing class. My teacher wanted us to write a poem and include a song. I wrote about the London Blitz, and use the song Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel.

A soldier wrote a poem on a postcard to his lover before he was killed in Afghanistan.

War reigns perpetual. I've tried to make this so it's still relevant in decades to come, unfortunately.

Short drabble. Triggers for suicide, PTSD

A young man, wounded on a battlefield.

The promise of a soldier to the land. An acknowledgement of the sacrifices and costs of war.

You can't always see the conflict. A short poetry piece on war.

Is it more cowardly to fight?

A poem about war.

She is kept alive by luck and driven by revenge towards those who took away everything she knew.

Oh dear, our little war machine seems to have developed quite the enormous appetite. Whatever shall we do?

A very small poem about war that may be added to/edited in the future. Also published on under the alias FlameBringerX

Recent ideas put into my head. Why not let the people of fictionpress decide.

Code of a warrior, the way a warrior should live and die by

Dangling from the sky, the American flag resembles a dead human body. Heaven refuses to answer this one simple question, why!

Fading in and out of the spotlight until we perish. Now is the perfect time to go ahead and embrace the night. Our new normal is chaos, a huge heat wave.