Touching Poems To Pay Tribute to Britain’s fallen soldiers: Remembrance Day – also known as Armistice Day – a time to commemorate individuals in the armed forces who lost their lives in the line of duty. Tribute to Britain’s fallen soldiers is often held on November 11, and the Remembrance Sunday is usually the closest Sunday to 11 November.
To mark the day, we have curated some of the most poignant Remembrance Day Poem written in memory of those who lost their lives in war. Feel free to share these touching poems to friends and family of those who have served the country or who have lost a loved one in this pursuit.
And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.
Oh! we don’t want to lose you but we think you ought to go
For your King and your Country both need you so;
We shall want you and miss you but with all our might and main
We shall cheer you, thank you, kiss you when you come back again.
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.
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
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.
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
Never such innocence,
Never before or since,
As changed itself to past
Without a word – the men
Leaving the gardens tidy,
The thousands of marriages,
Lasting a little while longer:
Never such innocence again.