Andersson's War Poems

[Andersson]

Hello fellow Newgrounders! d^_^b

I'm proud to present the collection of my war poems here for you, intrested in poems or not, this will probably intrest you.

However, I'll post two war poems per post with a good interval so you'll get time to comment the writings and so on too.

However, this is the first two war poems:

-=Those Lands of Death=-

When the blood flow on my hands
Down my arms and drop on the ground of the lands
I've protected but now the deeds may've runned out of hands
And the blood of my hands poisioned the earth which I fought for
To drain the life I thought would settle after our victory

Those lands of death
Who've seen men die
It holds the flesh
And in those lands it'll lie

The settlers coming afterwards to these heaths
Will feel the draught of breaths
The breaths will whine through the wheat
The soil will boil as the hate turns to heat
The dead may be dead
But they have not yet
Rested in peace as their souls in the battles them fled

-=Avenge of the Dead=-

Blood of the soldiers we've met, on the ground lies
My gunpowder is wet, just like my eyes

We lost our honour today, death will be our purge
Breaths of the Dead, a warm breeze surge

Maimed but living, a living hell of screams
Aimed for world peace, now it's worse than my worst dreams

Shot in the head, detruncated by shrapnel
Weman and children, burned alive in the chapel

Gods of War, Gods of Terror
Weather lour, avenge for our error

Death is everwhere we turn
Retaliation comes, heaven burn...

[Kirk-Cocaine]

Fine I've read them. -=Avenge of the Dead=- is the better of the two, in my opinion. (even if you did spell women wrong! :P) It's got a good rhythm to it.

[Wanion]

At 9/20/05 06:02 PM, Kirk_Cocaine wrote: Fine I've read them. -=Avenge of the Dead=- is the better of the two, in my opinion. (even if you did spell women wrong! :P) It's got a good rhythm to it.

He's been waiting for you to finally compliment.

[Redface]

And when he gets to heaven
To saint peter he will tell,
"another solider reporting, sir,
I' have served my time in hell"

*snap snap snap*

[Kirk-Cocaine]

At 9/20/05 06:18 PM, redface wrote: And when he gets to heaven
To saint peter he will tell,
"another solider reporting, sir,
I' have served my time in hell"

I know I've seen that in Medal of honour but is it also part of a proper poem? And if so, then who's it by?

And just out of curriosity which mod deleted all the previous posts in here? 'cos now the 1st reply reads "Fine I've read them" and it looks odd! lol :P

[Denvish]

At 9/20/05 06:24 PM, Kirk_Cocaine wrote:

And just out of curriosity which mod deleted all the previous posts in here? 'cos now the 1st reply reads "Fine I've read them" and it looks odd! lol :P

I deleted them, because I think the attitude you displayed towards Andersson's poetic talent was shocking, and typifies the arsehole attitude on this BBS. I was VERY close to banning you.

[Andersson]

Thank you Denvish for removing the first posts. Anyways:

-=Still There=-

War was upon us
In arctic cold we fought
Barbed wire not needed
The cold stung worse

Many years of gore
Many nights on alert
Each day killing more
Each day my heart hurts

A mound of bodies which I thought was mud
In the huge terrain of Russia I felt like a dud
A blown up vehicle with burned out corpses
A mown down Russian who I parsed looked worse
No smell of rotten from the heap of frozen dead
I almost throwed up when I stumbled my foot at a head

In my dreams I'm still there marching
Those very old memories will never stop aching...

-=Blodshed=-

As we burn the enemies alive
As we blow their homes up high

And we're carrying on lethal steal
And making wounds which will not heal

Turning our barrel to penetrate those we'll find
Our actions may be needed but they ain't kind

Gadding the bullets a shape of death
The foes they're goad to their own blodshed

They're running into something they can not stop
The machinegun are bursting iron from our vehicle's top

Dying soldier wondering in the medic camp
What's soaking wet is blod not damp...

[kinggila]

Nice to see a thread about your war poems in the General forum Andersson. I read those poems and I liked them. The Avenge of the Death was the one I liked the most.

[Slightly-Crazy-Dude]

This deserves more posts and reading. READ them you fucking n00bs. Andersson is imho one of the best IF not the best poet on NG. So read and be glad he shared them with the likes of you.

[Andersson]

More of them:

-=Armoured Charge=-

I was lying with my AK4 under a pine
Trying to sleep during this night so fine

We had been marching all day from the morning
This was such a day when you was to tired for soring

The sky wore millions of stars
As I looked there and glanced at Mars

I felt the energy draft in my body
As if it went from my spine
In a lode to the ground

When I awaken as I hear this sound
A beat from an engine and it's huming
The energy soused back on me as if I were some dumping gound
Insidious the sound crept closer but their attempt was bum

One of our men launched an armoured charge
The hole in the tank got pretty large

I ran up behind the beast which was smoking like a cloud
I threw in a phosphor granade and the blast was loud

Some screams was heard and a limb flow out
I rather hear those die than a fellow soldier shout

We packed our rugsacks and began our march
To a new place there we were needed as the Russians been harsh

-=Land of Thunder=-

A land reflecting thunder
It's people innocent, just come under

A dictator with power to kill and forgive
So much pain for one man power derive

Vaults of Heaven fall down on this man
Deceaces his suroundings to become wan

Angels of Terror shooting lead in the sky
By a radio transmition from Hitler, they abide by

The Eagles of Fire which's fire loots to their wings
And suffocate by the smoke of guns, with sounds that rings

A land total demolished in a few weeks
But it comes to those who power through terror seeks

[swive]

great poems andersson! I like them all alot, your second one you posted was amazing, my favorite out of the 4 so far. I haven't read others if there are. Just had to tell you these are amazing and keep it up!

[kinggila]

At 9/21/05 03:12 PM, Slightly_Crazy_Dude wrote: This deserves more posts and reading.

I absolutely agree with you.

At 9/21/05 04:17 PM, Andersson wrote: -=Armoured Charge=-

That was a really good poem. I liked it.

-=Land of Thunder=-

This one was good as well, but I liked Armoured Charge more. Great work again Andersson! :D

[Andersson]

-=Atomic Bombs=-

Atomic bombs each soldier's fear
No sight but suddenly something I hear

A raising noice of strenght or doom
A deadly weapon with a smoke that bloom

Singing the song of death
Letting them take a deep last breath

Many of their's will safe return
While more of us in toxic will burn

Erased from earth not worthy existance
I hope I'll return to the place I was ment to be born at

-=Futile Loss=-

Politicians of honour forswearing democracy
Eschewing their responsibility after each war

Storing their minions as snowflakes in floe
To forsooth getting melt by the fetch-candle and foes
An ignited fief which'll never debark
To get detruncated by the brutes who only lark
Rapcious depredations by fidget beasts
Deathless ghosts with blood-bought seats

[Slightly-Crazy-Dude]

At 9/20/05 06:24 PM, Kirk_Cocaine wrote:
I know I've seen that in Medal of honour but is it also part of a proper poem? And if so, then who's it by?

When A Marine Goes To Heaven.

You can keep your Army Khaki,
You can keep your Navy Blue.
I have the worlds best fighting man,
To introduce to you.

His Uniform is different,
The best you've ever seen.
The Germans call him "Devil Dog,"
His real name is "Marine."

He was born on Parris Island,
The place where God Forgot.
The sand is eighteen inches deep,
The sun is blazing hot.

He gets up every morning,
Before the rising sun.
He'll run a hundred miles and more,
Before the day is done.

He's deadly with a rifle,
A bayonet made of steel.
He took the warrior's calling card,
He's mastered how to kill.

And when he gets to Heaven
St. Peter he will tell,
One more Marine reporting sir,
I've served my time in Hell.

So listen all you young girls,
To what I have to say:
Go find yourself a young Marine,
To love you every day.

He'll hug you and he'll kiss you,
And treat you like a queen.
There is no better fighting man:

THE UNITED STATES MARINE!

I dont know who its by. But i thought i'd post this to let more people see Anderssons poems, while answering your question >:P

[Redface]

this is my rifle, this is my gun.
one is for shooting, one is for fun.

[Andersson]

At 9/23/05 12:59 PM, redface wrote: this is my rifle, this is my gun.
one is for shooting, one is for fun.

I prefer thisone:

"This is my rifle. There are many like it but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy, who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will. Before God I swear this creed: my rifle and myself are defenders of my country, we are the masters of my enemy, we are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace. Amen."

[Redface]

At 9/23/05 01:15 PM, Andersson wrote: I prefer thisone:

i heard a poem similar to that one, except the word "rifle" is replaced by the word "arsenal".

[kinggila]

At 9/22/05 05:25 PM, Andersson wrote: -=Atomic Bombs=-

Very nice. I liked the first part a lot.

-=Futile Loss=-

Very nice again. The ending part I liked a lot there. Nice work again Andersson.

[Andersson]

At 9/23/05 01:18 PM, redface wrote: I heard a poem similar to that one, except the word "rifle" is replaced by the word "arsenal".

Oh, in that case that's a stolen "poem" because the one I was quoting was from "Full Metal Jacket".

At 9/23/05 01:21 PM, Fucking_Idiot wrote: Nice work again Andersson.

Thanks, I'll give you some more:

-=The Road at the Rainbow=-

The road, there the rainbow ends
There soldiers and knights on steeds pasted by disapearing there it bends
Have wourn many men to their death
But just as many to victory and honour's wreath

The road that seen centries pass with the men
And dragons fly by when time had begun

The road, there the rainbow ends
Who has seen wealth and poverty will it now alone pend?

A forgotten road at a faded rainbow
There God's rays no-longer flow

So will the road be forgotten
As a decaying corpse ragged and rotten

-=Roman Wealth=-

Curb all enemies of the west
Enemies of the east hold back your men
Enemies of the north dare fight in cold
Fear the wrath we behold

Daub their minds and what they love
Overthrow the trellis and they'll bow

Fear residues of the past
Angry men bullets casts

The resistance welk and the Romans grow stronger
Weaponed with the knowledge of their enemies weekness

The weakness you'll find in each human
So dreadly that it can't be inurned...

[brandon-ross]

SNIFF every poem you made is so fucking beatiul im think im gonna cry

[Andersson]

As it's Saturday and there might be some people who'll spend more time infront of their computer today so I'll post more than just two stories today. =)

-=Facing Hell=-

Cannons deterring Gods and men
Slits heads of en face of ten

Marching into an eternal valley
God picks souls with his palley

Hammer of the Gods struck hard as a sea flipped over you
But as man has treaten them it's their due

Ground cracks and down in a whole all fall
Down to the Underground by Death's call

Hot flames fire the guns
Sfinix of Revenge don't want your puns

To a certain death they have all been moved
Shattered by their destiny they roved

But thing comes to who've been evil towards the good
"Boiling water and thistles" will be their food...

-=Madness=-

At an instant I wake up
The fury from adrenaline pump

A hair straw stroke the floor
Intensive beats in my head moor

I awake in no time to feel the beats at ful steam
An unresistable tempo a stop for this do not gleam

I run my fingers through the hair and atempts to scream
Everything is already screaming in my head, I would only open the seam

I don't want others to know of this madness which occupied my mind
Killing people to stop it is the only solution I can find

An axe hanging heavy outside in the hall
I must do it I can not stall

I balance the doom gently in my hand as a feather
But instead of descend this raise in the windy weather

I run away to never come back
But find myself in a corner sweating after the attack

From the outrage I remember not a bit
But, that in a corner I suddenly sit

Blood drops from my hands
Mixed with bone crushed to sand

[Andersson]

Two others:

-=Soon Dead=-

I can hear the thunder far away
I can hear the thunder of guns
of panzer tanks and war drums

The smell of sweat is stinging in my nose
The heat is killing me and my battle horse

I glance at the woods to find myself some peace
I seek my eyes to the horizon to find it burning
Suddenly a dangerous sound and a thunder without a cease
Panic and death in my sight, where ever I'm turning

I fall off my horse who rears up in the outbreak of the fight
I charge my Mauser and the head of a German gets in the sight
I pull the trigger, feel the recoil and from the muzzlebreaker I can see a flaming light
The sign of death spitted out so bright

My friend is lying not far away
His screams are sharper than what putted him there he now lay
All medics are dead and no help on the way
Feelt a wreth I thought forever would stay
May I never forget this and those we lost that day

Those soldiers are dead but still breathing

-=Court Martial=-

Many men was executed
All but their souls was eluted

Just because they were sinners
Their blood were not thinner

Killed by a man who had followed the rules
He was just lucky, who's sences wasn't covered in fumes

Because at the time of war there was no moral
Forbidden orders thrown out written and oral

But too many puzzled and too much to soulve
They would not be awake enough to follow the mould

With their lifes they payed and their sins them forgave
So the peace could remain and a better lifes save

[Andersson]

I stand in the front facing thousands of Russians
We're command to stay steady but I just want to rush out on them

I could aswell be alone infront of this massive atrocity
We who dare to face them has an unnatural audacity

If their first line shoots and they miss only me
I would be alone, full of panic and try to flee

I know they would penetrate me with a bullet, take me down
Their commander would kill me with a frown

The blood, my life, to dust would splatter
The hosts of evil would break out in laughter

I see the morning sun rise behind them
That's either were we're going or to Hel

Death blaze and smoke fills the scene
All is now red what's once been green

I yell to my comrades and fire a round
I reload as I throw myself to the ground

I see them falling one by one
Bullets in and blood out come

I fire the second round which hits a head
Reloads again while wishing all'ld be dead

Legs and arms shoots off everywhere
The line starts shooting and I'm full of fear

I feel something go through my throat
I cover the ground with my body as a coat

I do soon end without any friends there
But among Russians walking everywhere

When bullets for hours have hailed
Our attempt to protect our lands failed...

[Andersson]

-=Never Resting=-

Listless people born to a world
Without rules, the Gods couldn't them afford

Depraved people, depressed because they don't have any roots
Forever a sad one, running from town to town to loot

Their souls are shivering in the tumbling hull
For each day they better understood it wouldn't lull

Without hopes, dreams or future they could only struggle
They would never settle nor their souls would rest or in death valley's snuggle

When they were dead, the lands would lay waste for those heathens
Never die and fly to heaven on their fair feathers

Rotten they would and waste with each breath
Never resting and speak the tounge of death...

... Never resting

-=Heart Breakage=-

Metal can bend by those feelings
I've never heard of anything which could make it stop
There simply are no such strong healings

I'm running for an end of the road
One sweet word more and I will explode

Eyes like open windows
My thoughts unstopped through them flows
I'm trying to make it cease
But out to freedom they flees

Like birds with messages away they fly
So all lonely in the empty streets I die

Tear drops and the last warmth is shed
Yet another soldier dies unaffected by lead

So they both have to involve blood on the first line?

[Andersson]

At 10/10/05 11:09 AM, foot_ wrote: So they both have to involve blood on the first line?

Haha, does it matter? ; )

Those are war poems and if you thought that blue juice come out of a wound then I better use the word "blood" alittle more often so you'll remember next time. ;D

Yeah, they have to involve blood on the first line, the first two anyway. =]

[kinggila]

At 10/10/05 10:52 AM, Andersson wrote: -=Never Resting=-

Sorry I havn't posted here since last time, but that poem, I think it had very good words in it. :)

[Andersson]

-=Master's Death=-

Spread ash on the corpses of our fellow men
Carry the bodies to the stone built den

Burn the gifts to our master who'll recieve them in his afterlife
Burn his cattle, thralls and his beautiful wife

Give him the rest that a warrior need
When his roots ain't no longer strong enough to hold up the tree

Show him his gift after all time of war
For a new life with roots covered by tar

Let thy master rest in peace
From those lands now he is released

-=Cull the Warriors=-

Shape the iron to a stick of death
Split in half or give him breadth

Jump aside as he swing his sword
Prick the dagger into his spinal cord

Puncture his lungs and crack his skull
Listen to the last weak breath as he lull

Show no mercy nor sympathy and survive
Or do so and into death dive

[Andersson]

-=Sager Poultry=-

Mist billowing river valleys conceal dreadful danger
Absconding birds prove them men sager

Sentenced to death with a foot towards the river
Troll bloods guised to punishment givers

Vexation rests on the lord of thy destiny
To let trolls mine of humans banality

Pliable minions who trust words blindly
Eagered to know they obey kindly

Spine crushing fear uncovered by their countenance
Disconsolated hearts by the brutes attendance...

-=Fading=-

Fading character to forgotten and wan
Starting fires, file by thy man

Hopeless care, senseless choice
Falling off I dare, I hear your voice

Abruptly lost in agony
Tore flesh apart inside of me

Deeds of joy and deeds of sadness
Lost within no more to lose
Adversity ahead every path I choose...

[Slightly-Crazy-Dude]

Cull the Warrior..... wow, not to bad at all dude, keep them up.