My Garden Poem
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My Garden

In the cradle of dawn, my garden sighs,Soft murmurs of petals, under skies.Green tendrils stretch, in light’s gentle kiss,A canvas of nature, brimming with bliss.Tiny dewdrops, like jewels so fine,Glisten on leaves, in the morning shine.Butterflies dance, in a fluttering wave,Their wings whisper tales, of the brave.Sun’s rays filter, through leaves above,Casting shadows, in places…

Funeral Poems for Gardeners
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Funeral Poems for Gardeners

In Soil’s Gentle Cradle In gardens where silence softly lies,Hands that once coaxed life from the earth,Now rest beneath the sky’s wide berth.Seeds of memory in every tear that dries.Trowels lay still, their work complete,Roses whisper not, yet speak in scent,A gardener’s legacy, lovingly lent,In blooms that bow in reverence, discreet.Leaves rustle, a soothing hymn…

God's Garden Poems
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God’s Garden Poems

In the Divine Garden In realms beyond where sunlight dares,God’s garden blooms in silent prayers.Each leaf a verse, each petal sings,In harmony, the bell of heaven rings.A river flows with grace, not seen,Through fields of gold and endless green.The trees, they stand, both old and wise,Beneath the ever-changing skies.The air, it carries purest love,A gift…

World War 2 Poems
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World War 2 Poems

Valor Silent waves, under moon’s glow,Men march, where shadows flow.Steel whispers replaced by night,Ghosts in the fog, bracing for fight.Boots sink in the wet, cold sand,Eyes scan the unseen land.Brothers in arms, silent and taut,Holding breaths, lessons taught.Bullets rain, a thunderous sound,Screams merge where fears abound.Yet in despair, courage found,Amidst the chaos, hope is crowned.Tears…

Poems About World War 1
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Poems About World War 1

Beyond The Trenches In lands where silence drowned the cries,Where shadows fell from somber skies.Boots tread soft on bloodied ground,Whispers lost, but never found.Eyes to horizons, vast and wide,Souls entwined with those who died.Letters home, inked with love,Carried by the wings of doves.Through the mud, through the rain,Marching on, amidst the pain.Brothers in arms, hearts…

A Good Man Goes to War Poem
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A Good Man Goes to War

In shadows deep, a good man stands,With furrowed brows and clenched hands.A battle calls, not of his making,For peace, his heart is truly aching.He steps forward, into the fray,Where night clashes with the day.A warrior, not by choice but need,Planting hope’s most resilient seed.His voice, a steady, calming force,Guiding light on a darkened course.Each step…

Trojan War Poems
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Trojan War Poems

Shadows of Ilium Bronze shields glint at dawn,Spears like forests stand.Echoes of valor, drawnIn the sands of a cursed land.Walls that once kissed the sky,Now tales of ashes weave.Heroes born to die,In the webs fate deceives.Shadows dance, flames roar,Ilium’s heart, fiercely torn.Horse of wood, by deceit bore,Night’s veil, truth’s morn.Whispered songs of Helen’s eyes,Sirens to…

The War Works Hard Poem
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The War Works Hard

War toils tirelessly,Shaping fates with heavy hands,Paths carved where none should go,Homelands turned to divided lands.It wakes dawn with cries, not light,Feeds on dreams, spits out despair,Day as dark as night,Planting sorrow everywhere.Families torn, futures frayed,Loss engineered, grief mastered,Dreams stolen, relentless thief,Belief shattered.Yet amid ruins, resilience is born,Spirits battered, refuse to yield,From war’s hard work,…

The War Will End Poem
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The War Will End

Look, there’s a promise in the sky,not written, but whispered by the wind,“The war will end.”And do you see the fields, once scarred,now whispering back, “We will mend”?The night’s been long, too long,filled with shadows, not stars.But mornings come, don’t they?Even after the darkest nights,mornings always find a way.We’ve dreamt of peace, you and I,in…

After the War Poem
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After the War

We met at the café down the street,Cracked windows mended.Coffee still a luxury,Pastries bearing history.”You look different,” you said,No mirror in your eyes.”The world does too,” I replied,Buildings proud yet scarred.We talked about bread, the new mayor,Silence now a new language.”I missed this,” you whispered,Words might fracture our peace.”Yeah, me too,” I admitted,Finding solace in…