War Poems
#war
Poetry about historical wars, modern warfare and the effects of war on societies. War poems offer harrowing accounts of war from the perspective of soldiers and civilians.
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
Today 1:29pm
Today 1:29pm
Evil King's Daily Dish: 2 The Guard’s Reward
#soldiers
#sex
#war
#greed
#revenge
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2 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
19th Jan 2021 6:34pm
19th Jan 2021 6:34pm
Insurrection
On a poor man's dollar, a rick man's dreams decided to ride
He decided to tax that poor man for money to help him and his kind hide
The rich man devised a system that allowed him to cheat, hiding his assets
Continuously breaking the system so that they could steal all that they could get
The stock exchange is the same as Vegas and Atlantic City
Though when you walk into a casino the odds aren't that shitty
If you loose your money in the casino, you know that your money was taken by the house
But when the markets crash and your money disappears, shit is...
He decided to tax that poor man for money to help him and his kind hide
The rich man devised a system that allowed him to cheat, hiding his assets
Continuously breaking the system so that they could steal all that they could get
The stock exchange is the same as Vegas and Atlantic City
Though when you walk into a casino the odds aren't that shitty
If you loose your money in the casino, you know that your money was taken by the house
But when the markets crash and your money disappears, shit is...
#corruption
#politics
#war
#greed
#rebellion
27 reads
2 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
19th Jan 2021 6:29pm
19th Jan 2021 6:29pm
Hounds Of Hell
Enemies and their allies put on a chase
With our noses all up in their asses to ensure their haste
Like wild dogs, not a stride goes to waste
Giving them no time to camp, sleep, or give food a taste
Tails to mouths like hounds circling their prey
Three hundred and sixty degrees of death, that's our way
Elk hounds and great danes have the bears retreating to their cave
With no more than witches and clubs, they attempted to display their rage
We came with aggression, wielding swords and shields
Our chants enraged and excited them...
With our noses all up in their asses to ensure their haste
Like wild dogs, not a stride goes to waste
Giving them no time to camp, sleep, or give food a taste
Tails to mouths like hounds circling their prey
Three hundred and sixty degrees of death, that's our way
Elk hounds and great danes have the bears retreating to their cave
With no more than witches and clubs, they attempted to display their rage
We came with aggression, wielding swords and shields
Our chants enraged and excited them...
#war
#LifeStruggles
#CallToAction #rebellion
#CallToAction #rebellion
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0 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
18th Jan 2021 8:08am
18th Jan 2021 8:08am
Reality Fatality ?
Wanna Fuck With Me Have Good Luck With Me ?
I Got Some Thoughts Wrought By What I See
Taught By Those Bought By Some Hypocrisy
I Can Spin Words Within A Dishonesty Monstrosity
To Show The Lack Of Presidential Responsibility
Political Rhetorical Theology Your Downfall Grandiosity
Ideology Inequality Lexicology Demented Psychology !
I Got Some Thoughts Wrought By What I See
Taught By Those Bought By Some Hypocrisy
I Can Spin Words Within A Dishonesty Monstrosity
To Show The Lack Of Presidential Responsibility
Political Rhetorical Theology Your Downfall Grandiosity
Ideology Inequality Lexicology Demented Psychology !
#power
#politics
#war
#MyInspiration
#CallToAction
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1 Comment
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Damon
Damon
Poem Published
16th Jan 2021 8:21pm
16th Jan 2021 8:21pm
Dreams Of Kings
What's a pawn to a King that has big dreams
Truth of the matter is, it means everything
For it takes a team to bring dreams to fruition
Need helping hands to demand our elevation
In every equation or situation, there's strength in numbers
To turn dreams into reality, many must depart their slumbers
Wonder why things just don't seem to ever really change?
Blood filled with hate pumps & gyrates through their veins
Too many refrain from calling it exactly how it is
In bondage to money and he with the highest bid
Should we...
Truth of the matter is, it means everything
For it takes a team to bring dreams to fruition
Need helping hands to demand our elevation
In every equation or situation, there's strength in numbers
To turn dreams into reality, many must depart their slumbers
Wonder why things just don't seem to ever really change?
Blood filled with hate pumps & gyrates through their veins
Too many refrain from calling it exactly how it is
In bondage to money and he with the highest bid
Should we...
#hate
#war
#peace #CallToAction
#peace #CallToAction
27 reads
6 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
16th Jan 2021 3:02pm
16th Jan 2021 3:02pm
Neanderthals Vs Cro-Magnon
Sticks and clubs and spears
The preferred weapons of cave-men
Killing the other
To cleanse the holy chosen
of the lesser one
Neanderthals verses Cro-Magnon
Since the one beginning
Look how far we have not come
Washing of the brain
Creates a swamp of runoff sins
Embodying the seven
Grounds ascension into Heaaven
Wilfully shuttering the windows
Opportunity once opened to the soul
Became descension
Falling in his deep black-hole
Swollowers and followers
of one who tells false prophesies
The Kool...
The preferred weapons of cave-men
Killing the other
To cleanse the holy chosen
of the lesser one
Neanderthals verses Cro-Magnon
Since the one beginning
Look how far we have not come
Washing of the brain
Creates a swamp of runoff sins
Embodying the seven
Grounds ascension into Heaaven
Wilfully shuttering the windows
Opportunity once opened to the soul
Became descension
Falling in his deep black-hole
Swollowers and followers
of one who tells false prophesies
The Kool...
#lies
#betrayal
#war
#apocalypse
#hypocrisy
40 reads
3 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
16th Jan 2021 7:46am
16th Jan 2021 7:46am
DA NANG TOWN
#sex
#erotic
#war #lyrics
#war #lyrics
35 reads
2 Comments
Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
15th Jan 2021 8:57pm
15th Jan 2021 8:57pm
ARE YOU A POET ? Revised
ARE YOU A POET?
Poet, you encourage war!
What can be your real goal?
Do you know that your pen pours
gasoline on burning coal?
How can you send your sons there
to be in that burning fire?
Why don't you go there yourself?
Is it you can't it endure?
Poet, how can you admire
fire that consumes the flesh
when it's made for other men
as you shout from out of reach?
Embers that others can't hold
burn their hands while yours are cool.
You behold your hands are safe,
which endows you your high soul. ...
Poet, you encourage war!
What can be your real goal?
Do you know that your pen pours
gasoline on burning coal?
How can you send your sons there
to be in that burning fire?
Why don't you go there yourself?
Is it you can't it endure?
Poet, how can you admire
fire that consumes the flesh
when it's made for other men
as you shout from out of reach?
Embers that others can't hold
burn their hands while yours are cool.
You behold your hands are safe,
which endows you your high soul. ...
#war
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2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
9th Jan 2021 5:41am
9th Jan 2021 5:41am
The Hateful Hatful of Shit We Human's Wear
po'em is
it's own poet is arresting
in it's
gambit.......then,
a self'duplicating en'tity, soft
as
Mother's Milk, & more than
ten sweet babes can
suckle in a
Month of Sundays in all it's
frivolous calumny of blessings, damnations, and what-knot.
a floo'gery of amateur warriors crawled out of the ground to set
The Trumpoli'anal Ship of Righteous Hate, (steady as she goes, mate).
to Make yOur...
it's own poet is arresting
in it's
gambit.......then,
a self'duplicating en'tity, soft
as
Mother's Milk, & more than
ten sweet babes can
suckle in a
Month of Sundays in all it's
frivolous calumny of blessings, damnations, and what-knot.
a floo'gery of amateur warriors crawled out of the ground to set
The Trumpoli'anal Ship of Righteous Hate, (steady as she goes, mate).
to Make yOur...
#anger
#hate
#war
#America
#CallToAction
24 reads
5 Comments
MadameLavender
Poem Published
8th Jan 2021 2:37am
8th Jan 2021 2:37am
The Pause
Heaven paused and held its breath,
the Warrior stood to draw his bow
and sighted on the certain death ;
Heaven paused and held its breath.
The arrow sails, the foe's bereft--
for what they've reaped, is what they've sown.
Heaven paused and held its breath,
the Warrior stood to draw his bow.
O' hearken now, these words of woe,
the prophets' words upon the land;
the Red Sea swallowed Pharoah, whole,
O' hearken now , these words of woe.
The passage 'twixt the waves did show
a narrow road upon dry sand--
O' hearken now,...
the Warrior stood to draw his bow
and sighted on the certain death ;
Heaven paused and held its breath.
The arrow sails, the foe's bereft--
for what they've reaped, is what they've sown.
Heaven paused and held its breath,
the Warrior stood to draw his bow.
O' hearken now, these words of woe,
the prophets' words upon the land;
the Red Sea swallowed Pharoah, whole,
O' hearken now , these words of woe.
The passage 'twixt the waves did show
a narrow road upon dry sand--
O' hearken now,...
#war
#faith
42 reads
7 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
6th Jan 2021 1:51am
6th Jan 2021 1:51am
THROUGH EYES OF INNOCENCE
What does a child see through there eyes when they look at the world ? Through innocence eyes of innocent visions that see nothing wrong with the world or it's peoples. What does a child think subconsciously about how things work and don't work ? Do they realize and think about how much the whole world, has changed right before there eyes through the eyes of a child. What does a child feel when they look at the news on the television ? As they see people being murdered in cold blood and it later becomes a cover up, by the blue wall of silence just to hide the fact of the truth behind the...
#murder
#violence
#war
#death
#LifeStruggles
35 reads
4 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2021 12:52pm
3rd Jan 2021 12:52pm
Fingolfin
A starry ruler observes with pride
from a fortress of the North that shines
but a half-pale shadow so black as a tide
slides on his chin so bountiful on the outlines,
without being able to enter inside him
through his shell, impenetrable Mithril,
when a helmet he puts on, skyly brimmed
he glistens as the gleams of angels' will.
Oh, but beyond the plane of Ard-Galen,
the Lord of Murk lurks and hides,
where it won't ever be bright - in his den.
Twilight under chilly and spellbouding stars;
Noldor hills are...
from a fortress of the North that shines
but a half-pale shadow so black as a tide
slides on his chin so bountiful on the outlines,
without being able to enter inside him
through his shell, impenetrable Mithril,
when a helmet he puts on, skyly brimmed
he glistens as the gleams of angels' will.
Oh, but beyond the plane of Ard-Galen,
the Lord of Murk lurks and hides,
where it won't ever be bright - in his den.
Twilight under chilly and spellbouding stars;
Noldor hills are...
#grief
#war
#memories
#memorial
#historical
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1 Comment
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