missjem56
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:24pm
Yesterday 9:24pm
Sticks, & Stones (WWIIII?)
We haven't yet peaked
When it comes to mankinds brutal
And destructive nature
(No nurturing)
It's lurking
Like a ticking time-bomb
There'll be no theories
About this big bang
As there'll be no-one around
To theorise
Any survivors
Will be to busy fighting mini wars
To have time to think
And when all the ammunition runs out
Those remaining
Will have to make do
With sticks, and stones.....
by Jemia
When it comes to mankinds brutal
And destructive nature
(No nurturing)
It's lurking
Like a ticking time-bomb
There'll be no theories
About this big bang
As there'll be no-one around
To theorise
Any survivors
Will be to busy fighting mini wars
To have time to think
And when all the ammunition runs out
Those remaining
Will have to make do
With sticks, and stones.....
by Jemia
#apocalypse
#fate
#LifeCycle #war
#LifeCycle #war
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missjem56
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:10pm
Yesterday 9:10pm
The Last Post!
Posterior
post-poned
post haste
Post mortem
Post apocolyptic
Post traumatic!
The last post.....
by Jemia
post-poned
post haste
Post mortem
Post apocolyptic
Post traumatic!
The last post.....
by Jemia
#LifeCycle
#suffering
#war
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scatteredsilence
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 4:05pm
24th Jan 2025 4:05pm
Savaged
Watch the sky darkening
Light dissipates
Pulled,
as if in a vacuum of emotional states
Perfect days get crushed
Memories fizzle on the fire of progress
I’m a fool as I watch you undress
Savage thoughts poison my soul
All around is mayhem
The boys, how you love to stare at them
They’ll break your heart
Fumbling in your petticoats
We’re just like the sheep and the goats
Playing a stupid game of division
Pretending to believe in something
… in anything
Just let it come ...
Light dissipates
Pulled,
as if in a vacuum of emotional states
Perfect days get crushed
Memories fizzle on the fire of progress
I’m a fool as I watch you undress
Savage thoughts poison my soul
All around is mayhem
The boys, how you love to stare at them
They’ll break your heart
Fumbling in your petticoats
We’re just like the sheep and the goats
Playing a stupid game of division
Pretending to believe in something
… in anything
Just let it come ...
#dark
#war
27 reads
wallyroo92
Bumped 19th Jan 2025 00:59am
7th Sep 2019 2:52am
7th Sep 2019 2:52am
The Things I Did
He joined the Marines at eighteen. A soldier through and through. He was tall, sturdy and always friendly. Daniel was my neighbor for nearly five years. He had moved from the high desert to the suburbs of L.A. so he could be closer to his grown children.
“I have six” he once told me. “Seven” he corrected himself a second later. Two from three ex-wives and one boy whom he had picked up during a mission while his platoon was making their way through the country side in Vietnam in early ‘73. The village had been raided just a few days before they got there. There were bodies...
“I have six” he once told me. “Seven” he corrected himself a second later. Two from three ex-wives and one boy whom he had picked up during a mission while his platoon was making their way through the country side in Vietnam in early ‘73. The village had been raided just a few days before they got there. There were bodies...
#soldiers
#war
#death #suicide
#death #suicide
631 reads
7 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 10:24pm
10th Jan 2025 10:24pm
Training Mission South Pole
Stationed off the grid
Population under 50
CIA comrades
Hookers wearing a wire
Granola with Wild Turkey 101
Booting Heroin speedballs
A life we chose
Exile from normal
No filter
Penguin Bar after dark
No cover
Juke box takes coins only
Black night
No stars
The color of salvation
BBQ with the enemy tonight
Tomorrow is cancelled
Population under 50
CIA comrades
Hookers wearing a wire
Granola with Wild Turkey 101
Booting Heroin speedballs
A life we chose
Exile from normal
No filter
Penguin Bar after dark
No cover
Juke box takes coins only
Black night
No stars
The color of salvation
BBQ with the enemy tonight
Tomorrow is cancelled
#philosophical
#risk
#StreamOfConsciousness
#ThrillSeeking
#war
138 reads
30 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:25pm
10th Jan 2025 1:25pm
Young Sniper Preparing
The young soldier, Pavel, reclined on his bunk, the sterile light casting a pallid glow over the cramped quarters. His mind wandered to Alexandria, his lover since high school. She had sent him an email earlier that week, her words filled with longing and assurances of love and a revealing photo. But the miles between them were vast, and the silence of the nights was louder than the sporadic thunder of distant artillery.
Pavel’s fingers traced the cold, precise edges of the SV-98 sniper rifle that lay beside him. The government had spared no expense in arming him with this...
Pavel’s fingers traced the cold, precise edges of the SV-98 sniper rifle that lay beside him. The government had spared no expense in arming him with this...
#murder
#soldiers
#war
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:45am
10th Jan 2025 1:45am
A Fallowless Field
What cursed plain, where blood doth ever flow
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
#conflict
#dark
#death
#soldiers
#war
38 reads
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 3:14am
7th Jan 2025 3:14am
What do you believe
It is necessary for you all to know that it's hard not to get emotional, when those who keep what is happening in the 🌎world. 😭 YET it has gotten more worse than, it's every been under this Biden administration. 😡 FOR a number of years pass and present. FOR sure it's a shame, that we all have been subject, to the deepness of mass, immigrant massive maggots massive evasions state wide, 🤨 under this poor excuse of this administration, who have shown a hatred 😭 of the truth of the words of the American citizens. 😡 Till they are trying to change...
#corruption
#LifeStruggles
#murder
#violence
#war
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 11:45pm
6th Jan 2025 11:45pm
a contemplative, conflicted, gay, unhappy man
siegfried sassoon was brave, not just
in the war, but in his head, and I
wish he hadn’t liked fox hunting
as much as he did, but I like to think
“it had little to do with the killing,” I like
to think he’d have said
in the war, but in his head, and I
wish he hadn’t liked fox hunting
as much as he did, but I like to think
“it had little to do with the killing,” I like
to think he’d have said
#war
72 reads
5 Comments
3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 9:24pm
1st Jan 2025 9:24pm
Love Isn't Always Like the Poets Say.
Ugh.
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
#emotions
#love
#universe #war
#universe #war
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oldmanG
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 00:02am
1st Jan 2025 00:02am
Is there a GOD
I’m standing in line at the children’s graveyard
I look for my lost son and my beautiful wife
Stand among the most inhumane condition
But im looking for family to set me free
See a sneaker that looks like his
Pull up a rock I’ve found my buried son
Dig like a dog you cant stop me
When i get to him he’s not breathing
I wail out and scream and say is there a GOD
If there is i cant see him
I look for my lost son and my beautiful wife
Stand among the most inhumane condition
But im looking for family to set me free
See a sneaker that looks like his
Pull up a rock I’ve found my buried son
Dig like a dog you cant stop me
When i get to him he’s not breathing
I wail out and scream and say is there a GOD
If there is i cant see him
#children
#death
#war #wife
#war #wife
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