Remembrance Day Poems

Poems to remember the fallen 

As Remembrance Sunday comes around this November, we will wear our poppies and pay our respects to those whom were lost in the tragic events of the First World War.

In this post are some touching remembrance day poems to help us all remember the fallen.

For the Fallen – Lawrence Binyon

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, thy were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain

And Death Shall Have No Domination – Dylan Thomas

They shall have

They shall have stars at elbow and foot;

Though they go mad they shall be sane,

Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;

Though lovers be lost love shall not;

And death shall have no dominion.

Have You? – Elliot Longsdale

Have you heard
The rattling of the guns?
The booming of the grenades?
The commanding of your chums?
The whining of the air raids?

Have you seen
The planes fly by
Whilst looking at the moonlit sky?
Seen people hold their hands up high
Whilst shouting "the end is nigh"?

Have you smelt
The stinking of the petrol?
The odour of your team mates' sweat?
The smell of blood from the medical tent?
The muddy stench of the trenches?
Have you ever felt sadness overwhelm you in Flanders field?

Unknown - William Wallis

My heart was filled with such delight as I stepped out
and thought my family might have survived.
I couldn't believe the war was over.
I felt like birds in freedom flying, flying out of sight.
I remembered the people that fought with me and to myself I exclaimed
"GOOD ON YOU CHAPS".
As I stepped onto a piece of wood I saw it said "Rest in Peace"
So I shoved it into the ground and said
"We will remember
Always and Forever"

On the 11^th hour of the 11^th day of the 11^th month we will have two minutes of silence for those we lost. We will always remember.