UbiquitousVoid
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 2:49am
7th Sep 2024 2:49am
STAY WITH US
Lone pariah of the heart in knots
Into darkness, slipping
Faced with dismissal, dismal thoughts
For acceptance, gripping
Beyond the shadows in your soul
There is so much more to extol
Crumble apart, there is no rush
I'll be there to pick the pieces up
So you've held out through the storm for answers
And you're tired of all of life's meanders
Then would you reach out before you bleed out?
Don't you face the world with pained expression
Don't you lose your goal on first impression
Or would you bleed out...
Into darkness, slipping
Faced with dismissal, dismal thoughts
For acceptance, gripping
Beyond the shadows in your soul
There is so much more to extol
Crumble apart, there is no rush
I'll be there to pick the pieces up
So you've held out through the storm for answers
And you're tired of all of life's meanders
Then would you reach out before you bleed out?
Don't you face the world with pained expression
Don't you lose your goal on first impression
Or would you bleed out...
#courage
#forgiveness
#heroic
#soldiers
#TimeHeals
187 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 5:36am
6th Sep 2024 5:36am
Steel Talons
In lands afar, where sun doth blaze
And heathen shadows mar the days
There rose a cry, a trumpet's sound
To cleanse the earth, to hallow ground
With banners high and swords aloft
They march'd in steel, their hearts full soft
To lands where blood like rivers flow'd
And faith in Christ the path bestow'd
The iron tide did sweep the plain
As lion's roar and lion's mane
With crosses red on armor bright
They claim’d the lands by holy might
Yet in the dusk where serpents hide
The sins of men did there abide
In blood and...
And heathen shadows mar the days
There rose a cry, a trumpet's sound
To cleanse the earth, to hallow ground
With banners high and swords aloft
They march'd in steel, their hearts full soft
To lands where blood like rivers flow'd
And faith in Christ the path bestow'd
The iron tide did sweep the plain
As lion's roar and lion's mane
With crosses red on armor bright
They claim’d the lands by holy might
Yet in the dusk where serpents hide
The sins of men did there abide
In blood and...
#death
#greed
#soldiers #suffering
#soldiers #suffering
88 reads
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Madcinder
Poem Published
28th Jul 2024 3:00pm
28th Jul 2024 3:00pm
Sirens
Hide under the table.
Stand clear if you're able.
It's time for the dearest of us to ascend.
Laughing like hyenas.
The lookout has seen us.
We're coming in hot so this world can end.
Hear the sirens are wailing.
An airstrike inbound.
Look to the sky.
Tell the devil if you see her.
Time to die.
The warrior broke the line.
Look to the sky.
Join heaven's host to meet her.
Time to die.
The Devil of The Rhine.
In the muddied war zone.
One soldier standing alone.
The killing...
Stand clear if you're able.
It's time for the dearest of us to ascend.
Laughing like hyenas.
The lookout has seen us.
We're coming in hot so this world can end.
Hear the sirens are wailing.
An airstrike inbound.
Look to the sky.
Tell the devil if you see her.
Time to die.
The warrior broke the line.
Look to the sky.
Join heaven's host to meet her.
Time to die.
The Devil of The Rhine.
In the muddied war zone.
One soldier standing alone.
The killing...
#lyrics
#military
#soldiers
#violence
#war
138 reads
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buddydog
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2024 4:52pm
2nd Jun 2024 4:52pm
Sunnyside continued-11
Willie crept forward cautiously on his way to Robert Paul's house. The night was filled with the smell of smoldering timber and a warm, orange glow lit up the area. From a safe spot behind the remnants of the sawmill, Willie kept watch out for any Union Soldiers. He spotted a few scattered groups of them, so he decided to stay put and wait for a more opportune moment to move closer.
Bessie and Paul’s daughters came face to face with three Union soldiers as they opened the door to the smokehouse. Unarmed and vulnerable, the girls presented an inviting target for the enemy. In a...
Bessie and Paul’s daughters came face to face with three Union soldiers as they opened the door to the smokehouse. Unarmed and vulnerable, the girls presented an inviting target for the enemy. In a...
#soldiers
128 reads
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
21st Apr 2024 8:36pm
21st Apr 2024 8:36pm
The Firing Squad
#death
#soldiers
#war
165 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Mar 2024 7:11pm
14th Mar 2024 7:11pm
Military Madness
Look into my eyes
I’m a human guinea pig
Born to be controlled
Forced into experimentation
I have no name
No words that mean anything
A little each day,
Psycho & possessed into a state
War inside my head
I can feel the pain
Can you?
I’m a human guinea pig
Born to be controlled
Forced into experimentation
I have no name
No words that mean anything
A little each day,
Psycho & possessed into a state
War inside my head
I can feel the pain
Can you?
#loneliness
#soldiers
#war
#MentalHealth
#military
182 reads
7 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 2:28pm
22nd Feb 2024 2:28pm
Dial Portugal 1944
Under the cloak of neutrality,
Portugal, land of ancient navigators,
watched the world in calamity,
in the silence of their own fears.
Salazar, with his iron hand,
kept the war out the door,
but the echo of the conflict was sincere,
and in the gloom, hope was dead.
The Tagus reflected the moonlight
while spies danced in Lisbon.
War, a shadow that continues
in the story that memory sings.
Tungsten fueled the economy,
dark business in dark times.
Neutrality was a utopia
or a game between several...
Portugal, land of ancient navigators,
watched the world in calamity,
in the silence of their own fears.
Salazar, with his iron hand,
kept the war out the door,
but the echo of the conflict was sincere,
and in the gloom, hope was dead.
The Tagus reflected the moonlight
while spies danced in Lisbon.
War, a shadow that continues
in the story that memory sings.
Tungsten fueled the economy,
dark business in dark times.
Neutrality was a utopia
or a game between several...
#soldiers
#war
#money
#historical
#military
175 reads
0 Comments
Heisenberg68
Poem Published
15th Jan 2024 3:42am
15th Jan 2024 3:42am
Black Jack: The Legacy of Pershing
In the relentless flow of time's grand arc,
Rebirth cast me anew,
A soul once woven in history's stark,
Emerges in a world it once knew.
They called me Black Jack, a name from the past,
In this new life, under a different sun,
Yet echoes of old wars thrum in my heart so vast,
Where battles raged and rivers of blood did run.
In dreams, I march through No Man's Land,
Amidst the relentless thunder of the guns,
Where tanks plowed through the muddied land,
Beneath the smoke that blotted out the suns.
I hear the deafening...
Rebirth cast me anew,
A soul once woven in history's stark,
Emerges in a world it once knew.
They called me Black Jack, a name from the past,
In this new life, under a different sun,
Yet echoes of old wars thrum in my heart so vast,
Where battles raged and rivers of blood did run.
In dreams, I march through No Man's Land,
Amidst the relentless thunder of the guns,
Where tanks plowed through the muddied land,
Beneath the smoke that blotted out the suns.
I hear the deafening...
#soldiers
#war
#military
206 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
11th Oct 2023 00:31am
11th Oct 2023 00:31am
For you, me
For you, for me.
I turned the binds over myself,
tied the knots,
built the castle walls,
they protect you as if I'm an army,
made without will
but call and duty,
I made you -
bore you from my body,
created the importance of your design.
I was born on a Friday,
and you were born on a Friday -
the feeding, bathing,
sleeping, rising,
holding, teaching,
modelling.
I ride the desert plains
without clear location,
it's dizzying and vast -
following your lead
and I don't regret a...
I turned the binds over myself,
tied the knots,
built the castle walls,
they protect you as if I'm an army,
made without will
but call and duty,
I made you -
bore you from my body,
created the importance of your design.
I was born on a Friday,
and you were born on a Friday -
the feeding, bathing,
sleeping, rising,
holding, teaching,
modelling.
I ride the desert plains
without clear location,
it's dizzying and vast -
following your lead
and I don't regret a...
#mother
#soldiers
#faith
208 reads
1 Comment
ELIAS11
Poem Published
27th Jul 2023 11:45pm
27th Jul 2023 11:45pm
AWOL
A painkiller smile
An arguement internal
Yes sir colonel
AWOL
Your calls will go unanswered
ELÝ
An arguement internal
Yes sir colonel
AWOL
Your calls will go unanswered
ELÝ
#soldiers
#war
#drugs
#addiction
#military
310 reads
7 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
27th Jun 2023 4:36am
27th Jun 2023 4:36am
CadenceSong
a young soldier consoles his beloved
“Harmony is the inner cadence of contentment we feel when the
melody of life is in tune.”—Sarah Ban Breathnach
in a little while,
i'll be home with you again;
though the war is vile,
soon, i leave behind the pain.
how i miss your smile—
soft cheek-music to my heart!
in a little while,
peace shall villainy outsmart.
i will wake with you
when tight nights have dreamt their dreams;
morning rendezvous
will dissolve...
“Harmony is the inner cadence of contentment we feel when the
melody of life is in tune.”—Sarah Ban Breathnach
in a little while,
i'll be home with you again;
though the war is vile,
soon, i leave behind the pain.
how i miss your smile—
soft cheek-music to my heart!
in a little while,
peace shall villainy outsmart.
i will wake with you
when tight nights have dreamt their dreams;
morning rendezvous
will dissolve...
#soldiers
#romantic
#war
#home
#military
257 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
29th Mar 2023 10:02pm
29th Mar 2023 10:02pm
a deadly heritage
"I hate war as only a soldier who has lived it can, only as one who has seen its brutality, its futility, its stupidity."
- Dwight D. Eisenhower
i was a soldier in the war
and now i give massages
i wore grenades and tools that mar
but now i wear corsages
the battlefront was hot as hell
and blood spilled out like water
now at the homefront where i dwell
my days are filled with laughter
my trembling wife abhorred the thought
i'd be her brave, dead hero ...
- Dwight D. Eisenhower
i was a soldier in the war
and now i give massages
i wore grenades and tools that mar
but now i wear corsages
the battlefront was hot as hell
and blood spilled out like water
now at the homefront where i dwell
my days are filled with laughter
my trembling wife abhorred the thought
i'd be her brave, dead hero ...
#soldiers
#war
#death
263 reads
2 Comments
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