AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 6:10pm
9th Nov 2024 6:10pm
Echoes Of Sacrifice
when those brave heroes
bore arms for king and country
innocence was lost
the mustard gas crept
the grim reaper was there ~ to
collect the dead souls
seeping blood in mud
fertilising poppy weed
for rememberence
stark horrors of war
was the putrid remains ~ of
trusted brotherhood
true peace in our time
a fleeting concept ~ never
forget the fallen
honour in silence
with reverence the fallen
for they sacrificed
whispers of the past
echoes of the brave who...
bore arms for king and country
innocence was lost
the mustard gas crept
the grim reaper was there ~ to
collect the dead souls
seeping blood in mud
fertilising poppy weed
for rememberence
stark horrors of war
was the putrid remains ~ of
trusted brotherhood
true peace in our time
a fleeting concept ~ never
forget the fallen
honour in silence
with reverence the fallen
for they sacrificed
whispers of the past
echoes of the brave who...
#military
#senryu
#soldiers
#war
#memorial
87 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 4:37am
31st Oct 2024 4:37am
The Gift of Her Naked Patriotism
#erotic
#lust
#sensual
#soldiers
#women
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Jezkeebs
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 11:56am
12th Oct 2024 11:56am
Untitled life
And, on the pre dawn rumble time of losing
Tracks and dust heartbeats wrapped in shrouds
Unfound too proud, alone, with wise masters of design
Deny life insight like a wall, stoned and wet with dry eyes
Threatening powders, makeup pastels and many, many laces drawn together tightly till faces close
Whistling simple tones to slash solar rays
unbenign, giving flowers unfurling to unborn ants arrayed in crooked tables and concrete mulch
The clicking of black stallions until hissing smoke sours in exhalation
This land of broken shoulders swarm...
Tracks and dust heartbeats wrapped in shrouds
Unfound too proud, alone, with wise masters of design
Deny life insight like a wall, stoned and wet with dry eyes
Threatening powders, makeup pastels and many, many laces drawn together tightly till faces close
Whistling simple tones to slash solar rays
unbenign, giving flowers unfurling to unborn ants arrayed in crooked tables and concrete mulch
The clicking of black stallions until hissing smoke sours in exhalation
This land of broken shoulders swarm...
#death
#soldiers
#surreal #war
#surreal #war
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 10:54pm
2nd Aug 2024 10:54pm
Seeds Planted at Night
The nightmares bare the stench
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
#nightmares
#PTSD
#soldiers #war
#soldiers #war
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8 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
20th Jun 2024 6:33pm
20th Jun 2024 6:33pm
I’m the Shit
Catching breath and sitting in the mud
what the fuck, my face is covered in blood
It’s fine, after all it’s not mine
nothing matters anymore my soul
has gone blind and one thousand bloody
boxes fill my mind
Bradley’s fill to the top with heads, torsos
and limbs, no man left behind after all
even the pieces go home
It’s grim, but the walking keeps me slim
can’t run when your gun is the saw
talk about a chopper, the hoodlums in
my town would be in awe
Fuck it, time to get going
there’s smoke on the...
what the fuck, my face is covered in blood
It’s fine, after all it’s not mine
nothing matters anymore my soul
has gone blind and one thousand bloody
boxes fill my mind
Bradley’s fill to the top with heads, torsos
and limbs, no man left behind after all
even the pieces go home
It’s grim, but the walking keeps me slim
can’t run when your gun is the saw
talk about a chopper, the hoodlums in
my town would be in awe
Fuck it, time to get going
there’s smoke on the...
#conflict
#military
#soldiers #war
#soldiers #war
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9 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
26th Jan 2024 1:19pm
26th Jan 2024 1:19pm
They Sleep Unaware of the Clarion Call
in foreign fields they rested
where past dreams echoes
they sleep unaware of the clarion call
that no more pierce the silent sleepers
they fell responding to their duty
defend the nation from perceived enemies
they understood and accepted their fate
when they heed the call to arms
under the field of crosses
the sons and daughters so loved
were identified only by their name
carved on the crosses
their names testified to their bravery
they were the living walls
against the oncoming enemies
they...
where past dreams echoes
they sleep unaware of the clarion call
that no more pierce the silent sleepers
they fell responding to their duty
defend the nation from perceived enemies
they understood and accepted their fate
when they heed the call to arms
under the field of crosses
the sons and daughters so loved
were identified only by their name
carved on the crosses
their names testified to their bravery
they were the living walls
against the oncoming enemies
they...
#soldiers
#graveyard
109 reads
6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
7th Jan 2024 5:48pm
7th Jan 2024 5:48pm
a warpet tree
A Warped Tree
Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew
on Facebook or Twitter
the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection
and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and were little stories
The pity is, I have to write without a publisher and
can't afford to hire one, those I dare to ask run a thousand miles, one of them a poor man, is a lecturer in Udevalla
Last year, I visited a crooked tree so shy its roots curled in bashfulness, and its leaves took an autumnal...
Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew
on Facebook or Twitter
the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection
and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and were little stories
The pity is, I have to write without a publisher and
can't afford to hire one, those I dare to ask run a thousand miles, one of them a poor man, is a lecturer in Udevalla
Last year, I visited a crooked tree so shy its roots curled in bashfulness, and its leaves took an autumnal...
#women
#soldiers
#BestFriend #transgender
#BestFriend #transgender
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2023 1:52am
2nd Nov 2023 1:52am
Thoughts in the Smoke
My thoughts drift away on the smoke
of my cigarette.
A mouth full of bourbon with a
chaser of regret.
Here’s to the bodies of the brothers
we couldn’t find.
No such thing as no man left behind.
I wrestle with the visions of the blood stains
on my hands.
Suffering a sorrow no one truly understands.
Still tasting the desert in the back of my throat.
Scoffing at the thought of hope
extremely remote.
Sometimes it helps to write it down
or so I’ve been told.
A heart in need of kindness as the
soldier...
of my cigarette.
A mouth full of bourbon with a
chaser of regret.
Here’s to the bodies of the brothers
we couldn’t find.
No such thing as no man left behind.
I wrestle with the visions of the blood stains
on my hands.
Suffering a sorrow no one truly understands.
Still tasting the desert in the back of my throat.
Scoffing at the thought of hope
extremely remote.
Sometimes it helps to write it down
or so I’ve been told.
A heart in need of kindness as the
soldier...
#sadness
#soldiers
#hurt
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oskar
Poem Published
4th Sep 2023 8:18am
4th Sep 2023 8:18am
vengeance
Vengeance
It is late at night my study is warm, and the wind is blowing. I dislike drought I get cold easily
I know it is time for bed, but I hesitate in case I lay there and cannot sleep thinking about when I'm going to die that is the date and if possible the hour
We live in a dramatic stage in human existence we have the chance to eradicate ourselves; No doubt there are
atomic Holocaust will clean the air and from the ashes the phoenix will arise and the righteous will live on and
Thanks to the almighty god for making this possible.
I like to be...
It is late at night my study is warm, and the wind is blowing. I dislike drought I get cold easily
I know it is time for bed, but I hesitate in case I lay there and cannot sleep thinking about when I'm going to die that is the date and if possible the hour
We live in a dramatic stage in human existence we have the chance to eradicate ourselves; No doubt there are
atomic Holocaust will clean the air and from the ashes the phoenix will arise and the righteous will live on and
Thanks to the almighty god for making this possible.
I like to be...
#men
#soldiers
#LGBT
#humankind
#heroic
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oskar
Poem Published
21st Aug 2023 8:45am
21st Aug 2023 8:45am
the Spanish Queen and football
The Spanish queen and football
This forenoon in Cascais was very hot, sensibly I was not going out, switched on the TV and saw the second
half of a football match between England and Spain.
England, the favorite was on goal down at the time, but this didn't bother the biased commentator.
Since Spain was the underdog I rooted for this team but also because I took umbrage at his arrogance.
Not to forget, Spain is next door to Portugal, one has to show loyalty to Iberia.
What was watching was a new sport, similar to soccer
fast, but with sonorousness,...
This forenoon in Cascais was very hot, sensibly I was not going out, switched on the TV and saw the second
half of a football match between England and Spain.
England, the favorite was on goal down at the time, but this didn't bother the biased commentator.
Since Spain was the underdog I rooted for this team but also because I took umbrage at his arrogance.
Not to forget, Spain is next door to Portugal, one has to show loyalty to Iberia.
What was watching was a new sport, similar to soccer
fast, but with sonorousness,...
#women
#soldiers
#BestFriend
#humankind
#heroic
160 reads
1 Comment
ConsequentialChaos
Poem Published
4th Jul 2023 7:47pm
4th Jul 2023 7:47pm
A Civilian Salute
The red, the white, the blue
The patriotic few
That gave their life, fight and die
So we can smile, though mothers cry
Wars are fought
Wars are lost
Wars are won
But at what cost
It's painted on their faces
With camo and expression
They fought to free torn places
To save from domestic oppression
The patriotic few
That gave their life, fight and die
So we can smile, though mothers cry
Wars are fought
Wars are lost
Wars are won
But at what cost
It's painted on their faces
With camo and expression
They fought to free torn places
To save from domestic oppression
#hope
#soldiers
#war
#freedom
#military
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4 Comments
ConsequentialChaos
Poem Published
4th Jul 2023 7:47pm
4th Jul 2023 7:47pm
Heartbeats Red, Heartbeats White, Heartbeats Blue
Amid the clash of musket fire and roar of cannon's boom
A young man marched to battle, in the midst of smoke and fume
He heard the beating of the drums, and felt his heart take flight
And stood there in his uniform, prepared to face the fight
He raised his musket to his shoulder, took aim and held his breath
As smoke and fire consumed the air, and filled his lungs with death
Yet through that haze of gunpowder, he saw his country's fate
A future bright and glorious, where freedom would pass the gate
The roar of battle all around, the cries of...
A young man marched to battle, in the midst of smoke and fume
He heard the beating of the drums, and felt his heart take flight
And stood there in his uniform, prepared to face the fight
He raised his musket to his shoulder, took aim and held his breath
As smoke and fire consumed the air, and filled his lungs with death
Yet through that haze of gunpowder, he saw his country's fate
A future bright and glorious, where freedom would pass the gate
The roar of battle all around, the cries of...
#hope
#soldiers
#war
#America
#freedom
237 reads
3 Comments
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