Popular Poems About Peace
#peace
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 9:16pm
31st Mar 2025 9:16pm
Zion
Mourning air whispering over me
You were all mine seven months ago
I was denied entry
Zion
Will I see you again?
Each day of mine is closing without light
Where will I rest my head for my eternity?
You were all mine seven months ago
I was denied entry
Zion
Will I see you again?
Each day of mine is closing without light
Where will I rest my head for my eternity?
#death
#heaven
#hell
#peace
#silence
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 11:33am
7th Mar 2025 11:33am
Imagine
If Lennon was here,
Would he still minister peace?
Our world's in danger
Would he still minister peace?
Our world's in danger
#earth
#happiness
#music
#peace
#senryu
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 9:39pm
2nd Apr 2025 9:39pm
~ “cooooOOOOO-woo-woo-woo”
https://youtu.be/JwvuiTedQgw?feature=shared
starts in monotone
of just the beats of a heart
a humbly stylish pull off
from the retro disco times
comes the cynosure..
your incessantly spaced~ paced
shrilly cooooOOOOO-woo-woo-woo
(repeats in infinite refrains)
as if many one worded precis writing
of your lengthening ever poetic discourse..
wooing calls of...
starts in monotone
of just the beats of a heart
a humbly stylish pull off
from the retro disco times
comes the cynosure..
your incessantly spaced~ paced
shrilly cooooOOOOO-woo-woo-woo
(repeats in infinite refrains)
as if many one worded precis writing
of your lengthening ever poetic discourse..
wooing calls of...
#birds
#inspirational
#love
#music
#peace
73 reads
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
20th Mar 2025 4:13pm
20th Mar 2025 4:13pm
Don't Kid Yourself
No one will miss a vanishing poet
whenever there's the hell of bills to pay
and poet economics will blow it
when all they wanted was to have their say
in a land of pumping gas for cracked corn
because someone's Jimmy needed to eat
or scratch one more itch for internet porn
in a nation catering to defeat...
where tortured poetic aspiration
fails to rise beyond shackles of pain
and debit cancels our inspiration...
handing laurels to consumerist gain.
And thus I bid this undercroft...adieu...
to explore...
whenever there's the hell of bills to pay
and poet economics will blow it
when all they wanted was to have their say
in a land of pumping gas for cracked corn
because someone's Jimmy needed to eat
or scratch one more itch for internet porn
in a nation catering to defeat...
where tortured poetic aspiration
fails to rise beyond shackles of pain
and debit cancels our inspiration...
handing laurels to consumerist gain.
And thus I bid this undercroft...adieu...
to explore...
#peace
82 reads
neves
Poem Published
20th Mar 2025 9:38am
20th Mar 2025 9:38am
One hundred and thirty four hours
I return back here
as you look after
your friends fur
babies over
in Leyton
so I take a
hot shower
and climb
into bed,
peace hits
me as your
duvet wraps
around my
body
and as I
bury my
face deep
into your
pillow
that war
in my mind
gets a bit
smaller
as the
curtain
of my
eye
finally
comes
falling
down.
as you look after
your friends fur
babies over
in Leyton
so I take a
hot shower
and climb
into bed,
peace hits
me as your
duvet wraps
around my
body
and as I
bury my
face deep
into your
pillow
that war
in my mind
gets a bit
smaller
as the
curtain
of my
eye
finally
comes
falling
down.
#LGBT
#love
#peace #polyamory
#peace #polyamory
127 reads
2 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:23pm
1st Apr 2025 8:23pm
Celestial Navigation
Driving aimlessly down Shame Street
sipping on my 32-ounce cup of depression, no ice.
suddenly, my too often neglected HP GPS,
speaks in a calm, commanding tone
“Pass Easy Street and at the next intersection,
turn right onto Hope Drive."
Noticing I’m out of gas;
I stop at the OA service station,
on the corner of Hope and Not Good Enough Avenue,
after filling my tank with encouragement,
I choose to continue my journey on Hope.
HP’s voice sounds again.
“Travel 12 miles,
turn right onto the on-ramp...
sipping on my 32-ounce cup of depression, no ice.
suddenly, my too often neglected HP GPS,
speaks in a calm, commanding tone
“Pass Easy Street and at the next intersection,
turn right onto Hope Drive."
Noticing I’m out of gas;
I stop at the OA service station,
on the corner of Hope and Not Good Enough Avenue,
after filling my tank with encouragement,
I choose to continue my journey on Hope.
HP’s voice sounds again.
“Travel 12 miles,
turn right onto the on-ramp...
#addiction
#food
#happiness
#hope
#peace
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4 Comments
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