Sample Veterans’ Voices: Poetry

Read a small sampling of meaningful stories and poems written by outpatient and hospitalized veterans recently published in Veterans’ Voices.


by Paul Wilkison


Every civilization

Contains within

Itself two types

Of seeds:

At the beginning,

Seeds of greatness.

At the end,

Sees of destruction.


VAMC, Albuquerque, NM

Writing Ade: Phyllis Bibeau

Typist: Jane Harvey

Double Love

By Jesse W. Sturghill, Jr, VAMC—Memphis, TN

Writing Aide/Typist: Susan Matthews


To measure your love is a very hard test.

It must have the unity and highest respect.

People talk of hate and pain every day,

The only solution is to have double love in play.


To live a good live, you must know what these things mean.

Today is not promised, tomorrow is never seen.

I met an old man who once had a good start.

His hopes were all crushed by a broken heart.


One day it will be my chance at success.

Until that, I’ll work hard and do my best.

To live a good live you must know what these things mean.

Today is not promised, tomorrow never seen.

Veterans’ Day

By David B. Waldon, VAMC – Prescott, AZ


Today I saw grown men cry

As they looked a statue in the eye.

A flood of memories they have to hear.

We will never understand since we were not there.


They served this country like many before,

But we pit on them and slammed our doors.

So many died; I watched the news wild eyed.

I could not wait to fight by their side.


Fifty-thousand young men never came back,

So we built a wall that makes it fact.

The parade was great, the smiles, puppies, and people galore.

For an hour we forgot that we still at war.


Our freedom each day has been paid for with blood.

There’s a solider somewhere in the rain and the mud.

He never really knows if he will ever come home,

As he sits on a hill afraid and alone.


The one thing he has is his brother beside,

And together they fight for all of our lives.

So remember these men in your prayers every night,

They are standing guard so we can sleep tight.


By Karen Green

I’d like to have a dime
for every teardrop that I shed,
then it wouldn’t seem worthless
to shed tears to clear my head.
Sometimes my heart feels heavy,
my life so filled with fears,
I could relieve myself from this weight
if I just would shed some tears.
I’ve always been told to stand tall,
that crying’s a waste of time,
but to hold back those tears
only hurts the mind.
Tears are like raindrops.
They cleanse the inner man,
so I don’t have to hold back,
I’ll cry, I know I can.
When my heart feels heavy
and my life starts to fill with fears,
I’ll relieve myself from that weight
by crying some healthy tears.

VAMC—Las Vegas, NV

My Gratitude

By Michael D. Monfrooe

“Do no harm,” a sacred oath to which you swore.
I too took an oath preparing me for war.
You trained long and hard to be the very best.
I served our country, medals on my chest.
You treat the suffering, comfort families that wait.
I trained men and women, not knowing their fate.
You visit patients at night to ease their fear.
I’ve consoled many a soldier as they shed a tear.
Your skills are a true gift, to ease one’s pain.
Patients see in you, hope, a future and that you care.
Once people saw in my eyes a “Thousand Year Stare.”
Such awe inspiring words, “Do no harm.”
You did fine by me, Doc; I didn’t buy the farm.

VAMC—Fargo, ND

These sample poetry pages are provided compliments of PromotionsAndPrint.com. We thank all veterans for our freedom. And for personal help, a thanks is sent to vet Paddy Kelliher.