Poems About War Seeking Friendly Advice
#war
Poems about war seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
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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The Horde
Funny how promises
Are quickly broken
As more lies await
As yet, unspoken
It's all about control
And power
From which one day
Nuclear war may flower
No words are mightier
Than the mightiest of swords
The blood, and ink run dry
As they release their nuclear hordes
by Jemia
Are quickly broken
As more lies await
As yet, unspoken
It's all about control
And power
From which one day
Nuclear war may flower
No words are mightier
Than the mightiest of swords
The blood, and ink run dry
As they release their nuclear hordes
by Jemia
#apocalypse
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords #war
#PowerOfWords #war
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A Proxy For The Poxy Poxes
Make love
not war
Choices
Of the
pox
Or
a nuclear
black box
One is curable
with meds
The other
results
in multiple deads
by Jemia
not war
Choices
Of the
pox
Or
a nuclear
black box
One is curable
with meds
The other
results
in multiple deads
by Jemia
#death
#illness
#sex #war
#sex #war
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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
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Humanity?
A
highly
advanced
Brutally
backward
peoples
Murderous
psycho's
by Jemia
highly
advanced
Brutally
backward
peoples
Murderous
psycho's
by Jemia
#humankind
#murder
#oppression #war
#oppression #war
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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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I Pity
Both sides killing each other
They both deserve to die
Since both do not bother
To stop and wonder why
Why is blood spilled each day
For handful meaningless sands
When killing can stop today
And extend peaceful hands
They kill in the name of Right
Blind in the nature of Gods
Thinking they know the light
An illusional psychotic frauds
Any such god would denounce
What is in his name is done
Yet they kill and announce
What they did is for the...
They both deserve to die
Since both do not bother
To stop and wonder why
Why is blood spilled each day
For handful meaningless sands
When killing can stop today
And extend peaceful hands
They kill in the name of Right
Blind in the nature of Gods
Thinking they know the light
An illusional psychotic frauds
Any such god would denounce
What is in his name is done
Yet they kill and announce
What they did is for the...
#conflict
#death
#religion
#violence
#war
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Lust
Today in the uk
Is national poetry day
But i say
In a very tremulous way
Aware of all my fears
Tis time for international peace day
That lasts for years, and years
But Utopean dreams are fantasy
Ive oft thought this before
The sad reality we live in
Is mankinds lust for war
So no verse will ever change this
No matter how sincere, and raw
Will never prevent the blood lust
For those desiring war
by Jemia
Is national poetry day
But i say
In a very tremulous way
Aware of all my fears
Tis time for international peace day
That lasts for years, and years
But Utopean dreams are fantasy
Ive oft thought this before
The sad reality we live in
Is mankinds lust for war
So no verse will ever change this
No matter how sincere, and raw
Will never prevent the blood lust
For those desiring war
by Jemia
#despair
#humankind
#war #WritingPoetry
#war #WritingPoetry
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Feast O’ demons
Blood sucking humans, we are all
Down to hell’s darkest we should fall
All our days are hollowed we ween
Killing in the name of love and of deen
Angles have left us to sing and pray
To the one who’s game we think we play
Beheading dreams of those we slay
Men, women, children of yesterday
Teeth digging deep in innocent hearts
Drinking blood as souls we rip apart
Night or day in darkness all the same
Standard bearing righteousness we think we claim
We don’t deserve to...
Down to hell’s darkest we should fall
All our days are hollowed we ween
Killing in the name of love and of deen
Angles have left us to sing and pray
To the one who’s game we think we play
Beheading dreams of those we slay
Men, women, children of yesterday
Teeth digging deep in innocent hearts
Drinking blood as souls we rip apart
Night or day in darkness all the same
Standard bearing righteousness we think we claim
We don’t deserve to...
#dark
#death
#hate
#morality
#war
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Isreal, Notrael (5-7-5)
Why
are
we
funding?
Netanyahu's
genocide
War
crimes
Palestine
by Jemia
are
we
funding?
Netanyahu's
genocide
War
crimes
Palestine
by Jemia
#money
#murder
#war
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War Beast
Netanyahu
name
Genocide,
is
his
war
game
A
shameless
monster
by Jemia
name
Genocide,
is
his
war
game
A
shameless
monster
by Jemia
#monsters
#murder
#war
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The scarlets
The gears of war chisels the lines
Firms the furrow
and leadens the gaze
This tumult was built on pride
But the thrill to deride is
the very sin
that ignites
the dissenter’s forum
The upper echelon—
collecting the hypothetical bullets
to refresh
their unconscious musings
Abusing the innocence of our boys
to silence
the chatter of their rivals
The apex of the wretched and furious folk
committing to a ration of slaughter
A chessboard rife with obligatory pawns
The battlefield never...
Firms the furrow
and leadens the gaze
This tumult was built on pride
But the thrill to deride is
the very sin
that ignites
the dissenter’s forum
The upper echelon—
collecting the hypothetical bullets
to refresh
their unconscious musings
Abusing the innocence of our boys
to silence
the chatter of their rivals
The apex of the wretched and furious folk
committing to a ration of slaughter
A chessboard rife with obligatory pawns
The battlefield never...
#war
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