- After the blast of lightning from the east, The End
- Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Dulce Et Decorum Est
- Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way The Send-Off
- Earth’s wheels run oiled with blood. Forget we that. Strange Meeting
- Halted against the shade of a last hill, Spring Offensive
- Happy are men who yet before they are killed Insensibility
- He dropped—more sullenly than wearily, The Dead-Beat
- He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, Disabled
- Head to limp head, the sunk-eyed wounded scanned Smile, Smile, Smile
- His fingers wake, and flutter up the bed. Conscious
- I mind as ’ow the night afore that show The Chances
- I, too, saw God through mud— Apologia Pro Poemate Meo
- It seemed that out of the battle I escaped Strange Meeting
- Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade Arms and the Boy
- Move him into the sun— Futility
- My arms have mutinied against me—brutes! Wild with All Regrets
- My soul looked down from a vague height with Death, The Show
- Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us … Exposure
- Patting goodbye, doubtless they told the lad S.I.W.
- Red lips are not so red Greater Love
- Sit on the bed; I’m blind, and three parts shell, A Terre
- So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, Parable of the Old Men and the Young
- We’d found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew, The Sentry
- What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Anthem for Doomed Youth
- Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Mental Cases
All poets.