LtDansLegs
Jay.
Jay.
Poem Published
10th Aug 2022 10:46pm
10th Aug 2022 10:46pm
He lives no more.
Sometimes I feel so very lost,
with no more lions to kill.
My soul in winter season’s frost,
the cold is all too real.
A heart stained with the blood I’ve spilled,
filled with secrets unrevealed.
So many nights I thought to pray,
but never found the words to say.
A measure of guilt remains my curse,
until sweet death comes calling.
I see myself absent of worth,
upon my knees I’m crawling.
Each day I’m left to contemplate,
the tragedy by twist of fate,
that faced a boy into a war,
and left a man that...
with no more lions to kill.
My soul in winter season’s frost,
the cold is all too real.
A heart stained with the blood I’ve spilled,
filled with secrets unrevealed.
So many nights I thought to pray,
but never found the words to say.
A measure of guilt remains my curse,
until sweet death comes calling.
I see myself absent of worth,
upon my knees I’m crawling.
Each day I’m left to contemplate,
the tragedy by twist of fate,
that faced a boy into a war,
and left a man that...
#loneliness
#war
#PTSD #emptiness
#PTSD #emptiness
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Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
10th Aug 2022 9:43pm
10th Aug 2022 9:43pm
MAN AND WAR
MAN AND WAR
What are you, war, but a raw sore
that itches those who can't escape.
They're driven like the sheep to die.
unable their complaints to bleat.
Man is created not to die
while he is in the state of sin.
He tries to kill a man unknown.
Does not that lead him to his hell?
And why all that? It's just to please
big bellied kings and their high rank
commanders who are senseless men
hidden quite safely shouting, "Fire".
The kings and their men will get old
and die as heroes nonpareil. ...
What are you, war, but a raw sore
that itches those who can't escape.
They're driven like the sheep to die.
unable their complaints to bleat.
Man is created not to die
while he is in the state of sin.
He tries to kill a man unknown.
Does not that lead him to his hell?
And why all that? It's just to please
big bellied kings and their high rank
commanders who are senseless men
hidden quite safely shouting, "Fire".
The kings and their men will get old
and die as heroes nonpareil. ...
#war
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Deathkitty_134
Khach0
Khach0
Poem Published
9th Aug 2022 12:49pm
9th Aug 2022 12:49pm
Ceasefire
I live for a time when the last bullet flies
when they lay down their arms
and lift up the pen
when freedom is won in the heart
and captivity's gates are opened
gunfire is exchanged for handshake
names with no rank defend their state of mind
the victory of no mother burying her son
drum march to revelry, playing songs of celebration
nightmares of veterans laid to rest
last rites whispered no more
over limb-torn bodies
thunder and lightening the only terror
shackles and chains broken
released from stockade and whip ...
when they lay down their arms
and lift up the pen
when freedom is won in the heart
and captivity's gates are opened
gunfire is exchanged for handshake
names with no rank defend their state of mind
the victory of no mother burying her son
drum march to revelry, playing songs of celebration
nightmares of veterans laid to rest
last rites whispered no more
over limb-torn bodies
thunder and lightening the only terror
shackles and chains broken
released from stockade and whip ...
#soldiers
#corruption
#war
#peace
#military
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CanisInc-Untis
Poem Published
9th Aug 2022 7:04am
9th Aug 2022 7:04am
For Queen & Country4 - The Chessboard Series: KNxQN
Farewell of the Fallen Knight
remember my deed O Queen
as your Minor
I projected myself and horse
into the thick of flaying battle
but though I was stout and quick
things went groundward
in the midst of the confusion
everything around me became still
time itself had gone backwards
and there were things that I cannot explain
but forgive me my Queen
because I failed you
and at a time
when the mount of the courageous
was needed and depended upon most
where your kings’ kingdom
should have been...
remember my deed O Queen
as your Minor
I projected myself and horse
into the thick of flaying battle
but though I was stout and quick
things went groundward
in the midst of the confusion
everything around me became still
time itself had gone backwards
and there were things that I cannot explain
but forgive me my Queen
because I failed you
and at a time
when the mount of the courageous
was needed and depended upon most
where your kings’ kingdom
should have been...
#strength
#courage
#conflict
#war
#ForbiddenLove
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
8th Aug 2022 7:29pm
8th Aug 2022 7:29pm
War
a sliver of light in the dark
a flame alive
sweet primal fire
bending and twisting
bent and twisted
always changing
yet always the same
burning low and forgotten
becoming a bonfire of all we forgot
this our anchor to the heavens
and our reminder of hell
finding logic in insanity
and sanity in our madness
a fragile equilibrium
of a mirror cracked in two
ego and soul at war
cherishing lust and love
worshipping pain to make us whole
we exist outside of time
our inner glow diffracting
distracting ...
a flame alive
sweet primal fire
bending and twisting
bent and twisted
always changing
yet always the same
burning low and forgotten
becoming a bonfire of all we forgot
this our anchor to the heavens
and our reminder of hell
finding logic in insanity
and sanity in our madness
a fragile equilibrium
of a mirror cracked in two
ego and soul at war
cherishing lust and love
worshipping pain to make us whole
we exist outside of time
our inner glow diffracting
distracting ...
#war
#spiritual
#meditation
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CanisInc-Untis
Poem Published
8th Aug 2022 10:03am
8th Aug 2022 10:03am
rip bisongrass vodka2
but the Bisons were your true lovers
that grazed and gnawed and chewed
romancing your every cud
while down here
I was Tanked up
and ceremoniously spewed
but this wasn’t the only thing
that was churning like a screw
because there was that invasion
those herds escaped across the border
left their green grasses behind
amidst the panic and disorder
as they were bombed, smoked and mined
your extemperaneous flame
shall not fill my glass
bodily incandescant
my taste will never have
that touchy feely class ...
that grazed and gnawed and chewed
romancing your every cud
while down here
I was Tanked up
and ceremoniously spewed
but this wasn’t the only thing
that was churning like a screw
because there was that invasion
those herds escaped across the border
left their green grasses behind
amidst the panic and disorder
as they were bombed, smoked and mined
your extemperaneous flame
shall not fill my glass
bodily incandescant
my taste will never have
that touchy feely class ...
#war
#nature
#alcohol
#LifeCycle
#rebellion
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Sandals
Poem Published
6th Aug 2022 11:20am
6th Aug 2022 11:20am
Evil Into The Night
#dark
#war
#gothic
#death
#environment
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PoetWarrior
Poem Published
4th Aug 2022 3:41pm
4th Aug 2022 3:41pm
Firefight Perspective
You and your enemy share a goal; each has the ethos and equipment to kill the other.
There’s nothing hypothetical about a firefight; or the combined war high/ brain fry that accompanies it.
A firefight is personal in the extreme, an intimate hate exchange; it stretches you beyond your known limits in unimaginable ways… blunt and toxic ways best left unspoken or dwelled on.
Your adrenaline is tuned to max; shifting your body into hyper-drive, narrowing your psyche to a focused consciousness. Fortunately, last night, my instincts held their edge. I could hear myself screaming,...
There’s nothing hypothetical about a firefight; or the combined war high/ brain fry that accompanies it.
A firefight is personal in the extreme, an intimate hate exchange; it stretches you beyond your known limits in unimaginable ways… blunt and toxic ways best left unspoken or dwelled on.
Your adrenaline is tuned to max; shifting your body into hyper-drive, narrowing your psyche to a focused consciousness. Fortunately, last night, my instincts held their edge. I could hear myself screaming,...
#strength
#war
#SelfWorth
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Aug 2022 4:50am
4th Aug 2022 4:50am
An Odyssey
An Odyssey
A fiery necklace of jade stretches down her throat during their goodbye kiss. When he boards the gangplank the beads sink into her navel where they ignite. She says, “If you come back maimed I will take care of you. If what you saw haunts you, I’ll exorcise your demons with my touch. If you return to me as a corpse I will keep fresh roses on your grave. But please give Agamemnon this note I wrote for you that you are married to a woman who will surely perish of heartbreak if you come home in a casket.”
“He would call me a coward.”
“Be my lovely coward. Go...
A fiery necklace of jade stretches down her throat during their goodbye kiss. When he boards the gangplank the beads sink into her navel where they ignite. She says, “If you come back maimed I will take care of you. If what you saw haunts you, I’ll exorcise your demons with my touch. If you return to me as a corpse I will keep fresh roses on your grave. But please give Agamemnon this note I wrote for you that you are married to a woman who will surely perish of heartbreak if you come home in a casket.”
“He would call me a coward.”
“Be my lovely coward. Go...
#love
#marriage
#war
#home
#responsibility
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KittyFromHell
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2022 7:35am
3rd Aug 2022 7:35am
Toxic
My heart is a patchwork of memorabilia,
Ghostly shrines to loves come and gone.
Mismatched clothes litter my laundry
Since I've been left all alone.
Their scents still linger for me to breathe deep,
Anything to keep them forever close.
I am selfish with their memory
Even though, in the end, it was me that I chose.
Some might call me a narcissist,
But I doubt I will ever love only one.
I get drunk on love itself—the taste of their kiss;
I'd be lying if I said I was done.
Ghostly shrines to loves come and gone.
Mismatched clothes litter my laundry
Since I've been left all alone.
Their scents still linger for me to breathe deep,
Anything to keep them forever close.
I am selfish with their memory
Even though, in the end, it was me that I chose.
Some might call me a narcissist,
But I doubt I will ever love only one.
I get drunk on love itself—the taste of their kiss;
I'd be lying if I said I was done.
#love
#lust
#war
#crush
#rebellion
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Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2022 10:29pm
2nd Aug 2022 10:29pm
THE LORD IN THIS WORLD
THE LORD IN THIS WORLD
You are the hope that can save man
from what occurs in this mad world.
A major power fights against
another country; both are strong.
They fight about a trivial thing
and kill a lot of men in war.
Where are you, conscience? Intervene
and make their rulers save these souls.
They can destroy the world with bombs,
with hunger and with gas and germs.
Is that what Jesus teaches them
to shun remorse by turning cheeks?
Where are we from this sublime Lord
Who asks the leaders...
You are the hope that can save man
from what occurs in this mad world.
A major power fights against
another country; both are strong.
They fight about a trivial thing
and kill a lot of men in war.
Where are you, conscience? Intervene
and make their rulers save these souls.
They can destroy the world with bombs,
with hunger and with gas and germs.
Is that what Jesus teaches them
to shun remorse by turning cheeks?
Where are we from this sublime Lord
Who asks the leaders...
#war
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LtDansLegs
Jay.
Jay.
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2022 6:38pm
2nd Aug 2022 6:38pm
Never do you leave a war.
So heavy do these burdens be
that drags the very soul of me,
to depths the light will dare not go,
the inward places down below.
The stickiness of blood that’s drying,
I hold another friend whose dying,
a hardened heart breaks all the more,
never do you leave a war.
In rhythmic tones of agonal breath,
a voice is whispering face your death.
Sadly this is not my fate,
for now Valhalla has to wait.
Within the pit of my despair,
the slightest piece of hope is there,
to guide me through the day...
that drags the very soul of me,
to depths the light will dare not go,
the inward places down below.
The stickiness of blood that’s drying,
I hold another friend whose dying,
a hardened heart breaks all the more,
never do you leave a war.
In rhythmic tones of agonal breath,
a voice is whispering face your death.
Sadly this is not my fate,
for now Valhalla has to wait.
Within the pit of my despair,
the slightest piece of hope is there,
to guide me through the day...
#hope
#soldiers
#war
#PTSD
#hurt
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