goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 00:39am
7th Apr 2024 00:39am
Vietnam Medic
Vietnam Medic
hills of Vietnam
where medic
bandages wounds
of Odin’s warriors
as jungle blues
Sing from radio
In cool air
Of mountain Gods
Upon steep slopes
Rising from bamboo forest
In thatched roof hut
where small TV
Projects ghostly cinema
Of moon walkers
In 1969
For idyllic medicine man
Under roof of heaven
With occasional gunfire
To keep him honest
© 2024 by John Hindle
hills of Vietnam
where medic
bandages wounds
of Odin’s warriors
as jungle blues
Sing from radio
In cool air
Of mountain Gods
Upon steep slopes
Rising from bamboo forest
In thatched roof hut
where small TV
Projects ghostly cinema
Of moon walkers
In 1969
For idyllic medicine man
Under roof of heaven
With occasional gunfire
To keep him honest
© 2024 by John Hindle
#war
#universe
#moon
#nature
#peace
152 reads
3 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
25th Mar 2024 9:57pm
25th Mar 2024 9:57pm
All I Know Moves To and Fro
Oh where shall he a warrior go
in the quiet to and fro
unless the stone honed edge will show
sitting, swaying, to and fro
See how the wicked blood does flow
slipping, sliding, to and fro
justice and honor in the know
crawling, calling, to and fro
In willow’s branches fireflies glow
weeping, reaping, to and fro
as lightning strikes the hearts below
beating, fleeting, to and fro
And so the galant souls’ aglow
burning, yearning, to and fro
Through heaven's gate does God bestow
Praying, swaying to and...
in the quiet to and fro
unless the stone honed edge will show
sitting, swaying, to and fro
See how the wicked blood does flow
slipping, sliding, to and fro
justice and honor in the know
crawling, calling, to and fro
In willow’s branches fireflies glow
weeping, reaping, to and fro
as lightning strikes the hearts below
beating, fleeting, to and fro
And so the galant souls’ aglow
burning, yearning, to and fro
Through heaven's gate does God bestow
Praying, swaying to and...
#war
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
21 reads
15 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
19th Mar 2024 4:30pm
19th Mar 2024 4:30pm
Oppressed
Imagine
Being in whatever your favourite place is
Living in constant fear
That a bomb
May land on you
At any given moment
Night, or day
Day in, day out
Week in, week out
Whilst the entire infrastructure
Of where you live
Is gradually, and brutally
Eradicated
Little, or no food, or water
No medicines, for your son, or daughter
As the country you were born in
Becomes a wasteland
As clouds of oppression
Rains down on you daily
Where countries that could help you
Don't
As they have a vested...
Being in whatever your favourite place is
Living in constant fear
That a bomb
May land on you
At any given moment
Night, or day
Day in, day out
Week in, week out
Whilst the entire infrastructure
Of where you live
Is gradually, and brutally
Eradicated
Little, or no food, or water
No medicines, for your son, or daughter
As the country you were born in
Becomes a wasteland
As clouds of oppression
Rains down on you daily
Where countries that could help you
Don't
As they have a vested...
#murder
#oppression
#war #HumanRights
#war #HumanRights
107 reads
1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
19th Mar 2024 4:12pm
19th Mar 2024 4:12pm
Yahu The Yahoo (Acrostic)
G enocide of Palestine
E vil dictator, hope for his decline
Netanyahu - monster not voguer'
Oppressive as an ogre
C riminal child killer
I nfrastructure destroyer (not fixed with Polyfiller)
D ystopian destruction denied
E radication of human rights, and genocide
(Either way you read this, across, or down the side
It still spells out the reality, of genocide)
by Jemia
E vil dictator, hope for his decline
Netanyahu - monster not voguer'
Oppressive as an ogre
C riminal child killer
I nfrastructure destroyer (not fixed with Polyfiller)
D ystopian destruction denied
E radication of human rights, and genocide
(Either way you read this, across, or down the side
It still spells out the reality, of genocide)
by Jemia
#oppression
#war
#HumanRights
93 reads
1 Comment
fieryangelsouljia
M6rr6g6n
M6rr6g6n
Poem Published
17th Mar 2024 11:56pm
17th Mar 2024 11:56pm
Unmarked
Watch her as she trembles,
a child of the desert,
eyes like the Oasis of Kadesh
lips parted to the climate
arid, mingled nitrate
praying for freedom
of an open sea
place her on the hay bail
when the night
approaches
and as the dawn comes
and the sun ascends...
Lay her on the pyre
be wary of the sirens,
for her ears are filled
with scarlet
in a land that's plagued
with disease
a child of the desert,
eyes like the Oasis of Kadesh
lips parted to the climate
arid, mingled nitrate
praying for freedom
of an open sea
place her on the hay bail
when the night
approaches
and as the dawn comes
and the sun ascends...
Lay her on the pyre
be wary of the sirens,
for her ears are filled
with scarlet
in a land that's plagued
with disease
#grief
#war
#death
#religion
#morality
233 reads
5 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
14th Mar 2024 3:42am
14th Mar 2024 3:42am
MAD (5-7-5 Senryu Acrostic)
Mutually
Mad
Assured
sanity
lost
Destruction
Certain
by Jemia
Mad
Assured
sanity
lost
Destruction
Certain
by Jemia
#war
#LifeStruggles
#LifeChangingMoment
111 reads
1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
6th Mar 2024 2:15pm
6th Mar 2024 2:15pm
Slaughter
Israel
Led by its dictator
Benjamin Netanyahu
Commiting crimes against humanity
Israeli troops
Now slaughtering
Starving Palestinians
Around aid convoys
Whilst also destroying
The infra structure of Palestine
Netanyahu is a monster
And that back him
Like Biden, and Sunak
Are supporting a genocide
A slaughter of the innocent
Whilst Europe
Are still buying Russian oil
Transferred onto neutral ships
by Jemia
Led by its dictator
Benjamin Netanyahu
Commiting crimes against humanity
Israeli troops
Now slaughtering
Starving Palestinians
Around aid convoys
Whilst also destroying
The infra structure of Palestine
Netanyahu is a monster
And that back him
Like Biden, and Sunak
Are supporting a genocide
A slaughter of the innocent
Whilst Europe
Are still buying Russian oil
Transferred onto neutral ships
by Jemia
#corruption
#murder
#oppression
#war
#HumanRights
105 reads
0 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
15th Feb 2024 10:29am
15th Feb 2024 10:29am
Nineteen Forty Four
On the seventh Day of October
in the year Nineteen Forty Four
a boy was born just before the war
ended, a final desperate hour
He played among the ruins
of homes turned rubbles
fallen bricks burnt in crashes
heard throughout the years
he left the town of Osnabrück
he wanted to live elsewhere
wanted to try his luck
away from the effect of war
1944, on the flip of side of the coin
Tatars knew the swords
prosecuted by the regime
false accusations of collaborations
Two hundred...
in the year Nineteen Forty Four
a boy was born just before the war
ended, a final desperate hour
He played among the ruins
of homes turned rubbles
fallen bricks burnt in crashes
heard throughout the years
he left the town of Osnabrück
he wanted to live elsewhere
wanted to try his luck
away from the effect of war
1944, on the flip of side of the coin
Tatars knew the swords
prosecuted by the regime
false accusations of collaborations
Two hundred...
#war
165 reads
8 Comments
Maple666
Poem Published
12th Feb 2024 7:35pm
12th Feb 2024 7:35pm
Wrong and right .
Her life is a constant dance between what she feels is wrong and right. She’s been a Catholic most of her life distanced and not totally agreeing with the mighty controversy of the guilt of receiving involved in believing. Would God really be this demanding? Would he ask you to enter a conflict that starts in absolutes that leads to conflict then hate that pick fights armed with guns carried by anger and explodes the vulnerable who didn’t speak but where told?
This is the righteous path without a whisper of replies or hope that love is truly the undertone? Dictatorship’s which rip out...
This is the righteous path without a whisper of replies or hope that love is truly the undertone? Dictatorship’s which rip out...
#love
#hate
#war
#religion
#prayer
137 reads
10 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
4th Feb 2024 2:49pm
4th Feb 2024 2:49pm
Peace thief
I've drowned myself in vapid tears
Decaying roots with no room to grow
Corroded with incessant fears
Distinguish between friend and foe
I've seen the armageddon
With raging wars in the fading sunset
While protestors are setting
The tables for the final banquet
The will to rule is fading fast
Like the forces on the front lines
Knowing rules will not last
For those who have an abeld mind
It's a losing situation
No winner will emerge
We've joined together in creation
Of the curse of the purge ...
Decaying roots with no room to grow
Corroded with incessant fears
Distinguish between friend and foe
I've seen the armageddon
With raging wars in the fading sunset
While protestors are setting
The tables for the final banquet
The will to rule is fading fast
Like the forces on the front lines
Knowing rules will not last
For those who have an abeld mind
It's a losing situation
No winner will emerge
We've joined together in creation
Of the curse of the purge ...
#grief
#dark
#war
#tragedy
#greed
143 reads
1 Comment
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
1st Feb 2024 6:49pm
1st Feb 2024 6:49pm
Regurgitated
Childhood dreams assassinated.
Relationships are overrated.
A deep depression reinstated.
The lone and angry man frustrated.
Often has he contemplated.
How it got so complicated.
Too young to be emancipated,
thrown away and medicated.
Angry cells regenerated.
Ensuing anarchy elated.
The audience is captivated,
by the men decapitated.
Fervently infactuated.
A war machine incapsulated
within the mind initiated.
We’re left to be annihilated.
Relationships are overrated.
A deep depression reinstated.
The lone and angry man frustrated.
Often has he contemplated.
How it got so complicated.
Too young to be emancipated,
thrown away and medicated.
Angry cells regenerated.
Ensuing anarchy elated.
The audience is captivated,
by the men decapitated.
Fervently infactuated.
A war machine incapsulated
within the mind initiated.
We’re left to be annihilated.
#depression
#politics
#war #fear
#war #fear
99 reads
5 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
31st Jan 2024 12:06pm
31st Jan 2024 12:06pm
Some Sorrows Stay and That's Okay
I see you every time I close my
eyes little one.
Even covered in dirt and blood
you were beautiful.
There were no words as you couldn't
speak, but there were lifelong
conversations in your eyes.
I took you into my arms so you
wouldn't die alone not knowing that
you would be a part of my forever.
I will always love you.
eyes little one.
Even covered in dirt and blood
you were beautiful.
There were no words as you couldn't
speak, but there were lifelong
conversations in your eyes.
I took you into my arms so you
wouldn't die alone not knowing that
you would be a part of my forever.
I will always love you.
#grief
#war
#death
101 reads
11 Comments
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