Poems About Peace Published by Members Recently Online
#peace
We Have Failed
We Have Failed
What kind of world are we living in
when people are dying to no avail?
When man’s moral compass is gone.
Mothers cry over their young and wail.
Where sympathy is a word to be told.
Humanity has crumbled and failed,
to behold it’s most sacred goals.
“Love” and “Peace” were its most holy grails.
What happened to “Turn the other cheek?”
“Do unto others” has now prevailed.
“Love thy neighbor” is no more.
The number of dead is off the scale.
...
What kind of world are we living in
when people are dying to no avail?
When man’s moral compass is gone.
Mothers cry over their young and wail.
Where sympathy is a word to be told.
Humanity has crumbled and failed,
to behold it’s most sacred goals.
“Love” and “Peace” were its most holy grails.
What happened to “Turn the other cheek?”
“Do unto others” has now prevailed.
“Love thy neighbor” is no more.
The number of dead is off the scale.
...
#love
#war
#peace
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2 Comments
We Have Failed
We Have Failed
What kind of world are we living in
when people are dying to no avail?
When man’s moral compass is gone.
Mothers cry over their young and wail.
Where sympathy is a word to be told.
Humanity has crumbled and failed,
to behold it’s most sacred goals.
“Love” and “Peace” were its most holy grails.
What happened to “Turn the other cheek?”
“Do unto others” has now prevailed.
“Love thy neighbor” is no more.
The number of dead is off the scale.
...
What kind of world are we living in
when people are dying to no avail?
When man’s moral compass is gone.
Mothers cry over their young and wail.
Where sympathy is a word to be told.
Humanity has crumbled and failed,
to behold it’s most sacred goals.
“Love” and “Peace” were its most holy grails.
What happened to “Turn the other cheek?”
“Do unto others” has now prevailed.
“Love thy neighbor” is no more.
The number of dead is off the scale.
...
#love
#war
#peace
122 reads
2 Comments
We Have Failed
We Have Failed
What kind of world are we living in
when people are dying to no avail?
When man’s moral compass is gone.
Mothers cry over their young and wail.
Where sympathy is a word to be told.
Humanity has crumbled and failed,
to behold it’s most sacred goals.
“Love” and “Peace” were its most holy grails.
What happened to “Turn the other cheek?”
“Do unto others” has now prevailed.
“Love thy neighbor” is no more.
The number of dead is off the scale.
...
What kind of world are we living in
when people are dying to no avail?
When man’s moral compass is gone.
Mothers cry over their young and wail.
Where sympathy is a word to be told.
Humanity has crumbled and failed,
to behold it’s most sacred goals.
“Love” and “Peace” were its most holy grails.
What happened to “Turn the other cheek?”
“Do unto others” has now prevailed.
“Love thy neighbor” is no more.
The number of dead is off the scale.
...
#love
#war
#peace
122 reads
2 Comments
My Soul's Genesis
In nature's art, my soul's genesis
where images become memories
of my mind's metamorphosis
through the portal of life
wrapped in the tenderness
of leaves sighing gentle breeze
a place where I am at peace
with no shadow at my feet
where images become memories
of my mind's metamorphosis
through the portal of life
wrapped in the tenderness
of leaves sighing gentle breeze
a place where I am at peace
with no shadow at my feet
#nature
#peace
#philosophical
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6 Comments
My Soul's Genesis
In nature's art, my soul's genesis
where images become memories
of my mind's metamorphosis
through the portal of life
wrapped in the tenderness
of leaves sighing gentle breeze
a place where I am at peace
with no shadow at my feet
where images become memories
of my mind's metamorphosis
through the portal of life
wrapped in the tenderness
of leaves sighing gentle breeze
a place where I am at peace
with no shadow at my feet
#nature
#peace
#philosophical
150 reads
6 Comments
My Soul's Genesis
In nature's art, my soul's genesis
where images become memories
of my mind's metamorphosis
through the portal of life
wrapped in the tenderness
of leaves sighing gentle breeze
a place where I am at peace
with no shadow at my feet
where images become memories
of my mind's metamorphosis
through the portal of life
wrapped in the tenderness
of leaves sighing gentle breeze
a place where I am at peace
with no shadow at my feet
#nature
#peace
#philosophical
150 reads
6 Comments
New Year
The wind blows in
early January’s cold
soft, quiet, grey
snowflakes for both
mystery and monotony.
I am holding onto
last night’s moment
where fireworks
lit up our sky
watched them
through reflections
in your eyes
I saw a different beauty
I know
by the warmth
of your measured breath,
and the way our home melts
the runaway snowflakes,
how our heavy comforter
holds the smell
of yesterday’s meals
I am sustained
in my winter.
early January’s cold
soft, quiet, grey
snowflakes for both
mystery and monotony.
I am holding onto
last night’s moment
where fireworks
lit up our sky
watched them
through reflections
in your eyes
I saw a different beauty
I know
by the warmth
of your measured breath,
and the way our home melts
the runaway snowflakes,
how our heavy comforter
holds the smell
of yesterday’s meals
I am sustained
in my winter.
#love
#beauty
#peace
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7 Comments
New Year
The wind blows in
early January’s cold
soft, quiet, grey
snowflakes for both
mystery and monotony.
I am holding onto
last night’s moment
where fireworks
lit up our sky
watched them
through reflections
in your eyes
I saw a different beauty
I know
by the warmth
of your measured breath,
and the way our home melts
the runaway snowflakes,
how our heavy comforter
holds the smell
of yesterday’s meals
I am sustained
in my winter.
early January’s cold
soft, quiet, grey
snowflakes for both
mystery and monotony.
I am holding onto
last night’s moment
where fireworks
lit up our sky
watched them
through reflections
in your eyes
I saw a different beauty
I know
by the warmth
of your measured breath,
and the way our home melts
the runaway snowflakes,
how our heavy comforter
holds the smell
of yesterday’s meals
I am sustained
in my winter.
#love
#beauty
#peace
270 reads
7 Comments
New Year
The wind blows in
early January’s cold
soft, quiet, grey
snowflakes for both
mystery and monotony.
I am holding onto
last night’s moment
where fireworks
lit up our sky
watched them
through reflections
in your eyes
I saw a different beauty
I know
by the warmth
of your measured breath,
and the way our home melts
the runaway snowflakes,
how our heavy comforter
holds the smell
of yesterday’s meals
I am sustained
in my winter.
early January’s cold
soft, quiet, grey
snowflakes for both
mystery and monotony.
I am holding onto
last night’s moment
where fireworks
lit up our sky
watched them
through reflections
in your eyes
I saw a different beauty
I know
by the warmth
of your measured breath,
and the way our home melts
the runaway snowflakes,
how our heavy comforter
holds the smell
of yesterday’s meals
I am sustained
in my winter.
#love
#beauty
#peace
270 reads
7 Comments
Triumph
My sibling had a journey through pressure
in the sear of July
increased tensions,
following a deliberation
rusted and decayed out leaders
they sang the song of the death dirge
we can all now rest in peace
in the sear of July
increased tensions,
following a deliberation
rusted and decayed out leaders
they sang the song of the death dirge
we can all now rest in peace
#corruption
#politics
#war
#peace
#success
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4 Comments
Triumph
My sibling had a journey through pressure
in the sear of July
increased tensions,
following a deliberation
rusted and decayed out leaders
they sang the song of the death dirge
we can all now rest in peace
in the sear of July
increased tensions,
following a deliberation
rusted and decayed out leaders
they sang the song of the death dirge
we can all now rest in peace
#corruption
#politics
#war
#peace
#success
73 reads
4 Comments
Triumph
My sibling had a journey through pressure
in the sear of July
increased tensions,
following a deliberation
rusted and decayed out leaders
they sang the song of the death dirge
we can all now rest in peace
in the sear of July
increased tensions,
following a deliberation
rusted and decayed out leaders
they sang the song of the death dirge
we can all now rest in peace
#corruption
#politics
#war
#peace
#success
73 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Peace Published by Members Recently Online