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
115 reads
26 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
31 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
45 reads
0 Comments
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
63 reads
5 Comments
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
50 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 8:04pm
30th Dec 2024 8:04pm
Vomit flesh on your sagging breasts
The two of them are in the bathtub
They grope at each other
Their weak, sagging flesh
Stinking gas comes from their genitalia
The water turns black
They kiss
They vomit into each other's mouths
The flesh hangs from their bones as they grab
He grabs at the rotting breast
Come lover, let's go to bed
Spiders crawl out of her snatch
They want to fuck so bad they can taste it in each other's mouths
They are fucking like pigs
They do it with the lights off, so they won't be mutually disgusted by the sight of their flesh
They do...
They grope at each other
Their weak, sagging flesh
Stinking gas comes from their genitalia
The water turns black
They kiss
They vomit into each other's mouths
The flesh hangs from their bones as they grab
He grabs at the rotting breast
Come lover, let's go to bed
Spiders crawl out of her snatch
They want to fuck so bad they can taste it in each other's mouths
They are fucking like pigs
They do it with the lights off, so they won't be mutually disgusted by the sight of their flesh
They do...
#dark
#death
#illness
#sex
#war
77 reads
5 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 3:43pm
27th Dec 2024 3:43pm
Sparing a Life - A soldier's story
She sighed in acceptance as my lips brushed the delicate skin of her collarbone, a tender exploration in a world hardened by hate. My tongue circled the nipple of her breast, round, and round, as if mimicking a childhood game. She held her place, not breathing. I smelled the sweetness of her milk and remembered the soft suckling of her child now asleep in the crib.
The woman I embraced was tangled in the chains of military might neither of us understood. The quiet of her apartment was a sanctuary but battles raged in the distance. In another life, we might have met in the...
The woman I embraced was tangled in the chains of military might neither of us understood. The quiet of her apartment was a sanctuary but battles raged in the distance. In another life, we might have met in the...
#dark
#mother
#sex #war
#sex #war
168 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 9:51pm
24th Dec 2024 9:51pm
Will there ever be peace on earth?
Pestilence, death, destruction and gore
Disease, tragedy, bombs and war
Trudging through a world of shit, up to my goddamn waste
Thrashing, madness, fed up of this human race
The innocent souls cry out for peace
The cure has come to erase your disease
Ride the storm, kiss the dust
Peace on Earth, freedom or bust
Gluttons, greed, egotistical humans wanting more
Psychotic devolution, plaguing whore
Only one choice left, interstellar law
Obliterate, annihilate, disintegrate you all
Observing your cities crumbling down ...
Disease, tragedy, bombs and war
Trudging through a world of shit, up to my goddamn waste
Thrashing, madness, fed up of this human race
The innocent souls cry out for peace
The cure has come to erase your disease
Ride the storm, kiss the dust
Peace on Earth, freedom or bust
Gluttons, greed, egotistical humans wanting more
Psychotic devolution, plaguing whore
Only one choice left, interstellar law
Obliterate, annihilate, disintegrate you all
Observing your cities crumbling down ...
#earth
#hope
#inspirational
#peace
#war
105 reads
8 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 8:36am
20th Dec 2024 8:36am
Spiritual Warfare
Seduction lives on the wicked side of town
Concrete jungle with snakes lurking around
Street jesters forced to don an empty frown
Corporate hacks make deals on holy ground
Human cattle used as labor for the machine
Until artificial intelligence replaces all people
New opportunities lean toward the obscene
Wealthy beasts service him inside his steeple
New age sycophants bow to a demonic god
He’s evil incarnate in the finest designer suit
Built a kingdom with countless acts of fraud
Spiritual warfare’s a seed still producing...
Concrete jungle with snakes lurking around
Street jesters forced to don an empty frown
Corporate hacks make deals on holy ground
Human cattle used as labor for the machine
Until artificial intelligence replaces all people
New opportunities lean toward the obscene
Wealthy beasts service him inside his steeple
New age sycophants bow to a demonic god
He’s evil incarnate in the finest designer suit
Built a kingdom with countless acts of fraud
Spiritual warfare’s a seed still producing...
#spiritual
#war
120 reads
19 Comments
sgtvasquezg
G. Vasquez
G. Vasquez
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 9:10pm
19th Dec 2024 9:10pm
Better Days
There was a point in my life, where I had lost sight of the light.
Walking down dark roads and lonely nights.
Not even Satan could explain to me, my wrongs from rights.
To some people temptation was a disease.
But to me, it was an escape from what I had seen.
Not having to differentiate what dreams were from memories.
Previous wars, bullets whistling and people's screams.
Only a certain few can understand the words that tend to bleed.
Lost friends, loved ones, and casualties.
Always looking over my shoulder, checking for the enemy.
Having to...
Walking down dark roads and lonely nights.
Not even Satan could explain to me, my wrongs from rights.
To some people temptation was a disease.
But to me, it was an escape from what I had seen.
Not having to differentiate what dreams were from memories.
Previous wars, bullets whistling and people's screams.
Only a certain few can understand the words that tend to bleed.
Lost friends, loved ones, and casualties.
Always looking over my shoulder, checking for the enemy.
Having to...
#military
#soldiers
#war
44 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 2:04pm
17th Dec 2024 2:04pm
Last meeting for Peace
Potatoes danced under silver umbrellas.
Always jumping screws in a replay scene.
Silk stockings flew as light as hippos...
A political party is always pure clowning.
Always jumping screws in a replay scene.
Silk stockings flew as light as hippos...
A political party is always pure clowning.
#corruption
#nonfiction
#peace
#politics
#war
52 reads
12 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About War Seeking Honest Critique
