MalcolmG
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 7:49pm
10th Nov 2024 7:49pm
Epitaph for the Rift between Brothers
Here, in dust-choked ruins where vendettas
once soaked stone, where morning's light
bore fears and destruction instead of joy,
let children now rise to the hum of birds singing and happiness, not rockets’ hiss, to the hush of dawn instead of alarm of bombs and the cries of the injured and those who have lost,
May peace breathe its gentle hymn, tentative as first light, its breath a salve, its gift unspent and a blessing on humanity and all that reach for it ,
Let steel shrapnel shatter in the earth’s quiet bows , and landmines sleep,...
once soaked stone, where morning's light
bore fears and destruction instead of joy,
let children now rise to the hum of birds singing and happiness, not rockets’ hiss, to the hush of dawn instead of alarm of bombs and the cries of the injured and those who have lost,
May peace breathe its gentle hymn, tentative as first light, its breath a salve, its gift unspent and a blessing on humanity and all that reach for it ,
Let steel shrapnel shatter in the earth’s quiet bows , and landmines sleep,...
#earth
#religion
#war
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 00:20am
10th Nov 2024 00:20am
The Holy Land ...
A land soaked in red,
innocence lost to the storm,
peace choked by the blind.
Beneath this scorched sky,
young blood seeps into dry earth,
grief roots like a wild thorn.
Fears creep, voices fade,
swept by the biting winds' call,
hope turn drifting dust.
Who's right, who's wrong—will
that matter much when all's gone?
Just silence screams left.
innocence lost to the storm,
peace choked by the blind.
Beneath this scorched sky,
young blood seeps into dry earth,
grief roots like a wild thorn.
Fears creep, voices fade,
swept by the biting winds' call,
hope turn drifting dust.
Who's right, who's wrong—will
that matter much when all's gone?
Just silence screams left.
#war
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 7:40pm
8th Nov 2024 7:40pm
Porn makes the world go around
#freedom
#hate
#peace
#sex
#war
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 9:17pm
5th Nov 2024 9:17pm
Remember, Remember
Bonfire Night is an ironic thing
at 400 years after the event
where a Gunpowder Plot had killed no king
and sabotage became Guido's lament
as the people had made it very clear
that a disruption to the status quo
based on violence and subsequent fear
wasn't the most discerning way to go
to carry heretofore the common law;
be the ancient regimes hip, hip, hooray,
or establishments of indolent blah
countermanding even a sunny day...
since rare indeed is the revolution
that fairly treats the wealth distribution!
at 400 years after the event
where a Gunpowder Plot had killed no king
and sabotage became Guido's lament
as the people had made it very clear
that a disruption to the status quo
based on violence and subsequent fear
wasn't the most discerning way to go
to carry heretofore the common law;
be the ancient regimes hip, hip, hooray,
or establishments of indolent blah
countermanding even a sunny day...
since rare indeed is the revolution
that fairly treats the wealth distribution!
#HumanRights
#inequality
#politics
#rebellion
#war
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 2:10pm
2nd Nov 2024 2:10pm
Gun Smoke and Sabre's Shine
Half a league, half a league
Half a league onward
Into the smoke and flame
Marched the Six Hundred
"Forward, my Guard!" he said
With sun on each bayonet
On through the mist they sped
Led by Napoleon
Stormed at by shot and shell
Rising where heroes fell
Into the jaws of hell
Charged his Grand Army
Onward they surged as one
Flanking the morning sun
Russian and Austrian line
Crumbling beneath them
Boldly they charged ahead
Steel met with fire and lead
Grim on the frozen plain ...
Half a league onward
Into the smoke and flame
Marched the Six Hundred
"Forward, my Guard!" he said
With sun on each bayonet
On through the mist they sped
Led by Napoleon
Stormed at by shot and shell
Rising where heroes fell
Into the jaws of hell
Charged his Grand Army
Onward they surged as one
Flanking the morning sun
Russian and Austrian line
Crumbling beneath them
Boldly they charged ahead
Steel met with fire and lead
Grim on the frozen plain ...
#historical
#narrative
#rhyming
#success
#war
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sgtvasquezg
G. Vasquez
G. Vasquez
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 1:41pm
1st Nov 2024 1:41pm
Letting The Mind Go
To the fallen who lost the battle with or within.
I know it best because the battle never ends.
From the overdoses and the suicides.
To the ones who could not care to even try.
There are those of us who sit alone and cry.
Confused how we made it while others died.
Those who struggle with haven taken lives.
And others who lost their cheating wives.
There's a lot to learn after a war.
Like how to move on and live some more.
I know it best because the battle never ends.
From the overdoses and the suicides.
To the ones who could not care to even try.
There are those of us who sit alone and cry.
Confused how we made it while others died.
Those who struggle with haven taken lives.
And others who lost their cheating wives.
There's a lot to learn after a war.
Like how to move on and live some more.
#military
#PersonalGrowth
#soldiers #war
#soldiers #war
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sgtvasquezg
G. Vasquez
G. Vasquez
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 6:42pm
31st Oct 2024 6:42pm
Teufel Hunden
The metals on my chest proudly displayed, for the Marines who could not be here today.
The red stripe down my leg strutted with honor, for the leadership that I led that did not falter.
Dress blues and white hats, gold belt buckles and pressed pants.
Like Cinderella, we Marines also have a ball, on November 10 to remember when we were all called.
Happy Marine Corps Birthday to every Devil Dog.
Semper Fidelis, to those who died but still stand tall.
The red stripe down my leg strutted with honor, for the leadership that I led that did not falter.
Dress blues and white hats, gold belt buckles and pressed pants.
Like Cinderella, we Marines also have a ball, on November 10 to remember when we were all called.
Happy Marine Corps Birthday to every Devil Dog.
Semper Fidelis, to those who died but still stand tall.
#military
#soldiers
#support
#war
#love
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sgtvasquezg
G. Vasquez
G. Vasquez
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 6:27am
31st Oct 2024 6:27am
War O.I.F.
Sorry there is no love poem today, just a mind on replay.
Like the first day in Iraq thinking will I ever make it back.
Continuous mortar attacks and walking in the pitch black.
Marines singing cadences as we ran in packs.
The weight of my rifle and my lips feeling chapped.
Waking up to explosions then rolling over not to miss a wink.
130 degree days then at night the freeze biting at my feet.
MREs to eat and hot water bottles to drink.
Remembering the sound of helicopter blades chopping the air.
Wondering how in the hell did I make it out of there
Like the first day in Iraq thinking will I ever make it back.
Continuous mortar attacks and walking in the pitch black.
Marines singing cadences as we ran in packs.
The weight of my rifle and my lips feeling chapped.
Waking up to explosions then rolling over not to miss a wink.
130 degree days then at night the freeze biting at my feet.
MREs to eat and hot water bottles to drink.
Remembering the sound of helicopter blades chopping the air.
Wondering how in the hell did I make it out of there
#military
#soldiers
#war
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oldmanG
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 12:25pm
26th Oct 2024 12:25pm
Da Bomb
Black hole in the bomb
Oppy in Los Alomos
New Mexico dessert
Fusion atomic bomb
Witch hunt McCarthy era
Japanese children with no skin
Such knowledge I can’t imagine
Einstein’s Teacher
Drop the bomb
Cities explode
Made the bomb to beat Hitler
So now he’s dead in a bunker
All this work I want to see
Here goes Hiroshima in a mushroom
Could have dropped it on Japan Bay
But I want to see destruction of humans
And buildings layed flat to the ground
Fireworks on...
Oppy in Los Alomos
New Mexico dessert
Fusion atomic bomb
Witch hunt McCarthy era
Japanese children with no skin
Such knowledge I can’t imagine
Einstein’s Teacher
Drop the bomb
Cities explode
Made the bomb to beat Hitler
So now he’s dead in a bunker
All this work I want to see
Here goes Hiroshima in a mushroom
Could have dropped it on Japan Bay
But I want to see destruction of humans
And buildings layed flat to the ground
Fireworks on...
#death
#suffering
#war
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 11:43pm
24th Oct 2024 11:43pm
The Dancer
Once upon a time on a planet that was mostly harmless and sometimes blue, there was a dancer. She had been a dancer since a tiny sprout with limbs that fluttered in the breeze of life and love. Her feet had learned the alphabet of steps before her mouth mastered the language of her people. She lived, oh how she lived, every moment of her life in the moment, celebrating her body and the poetry of movement that was her birthright and her voice.
Her dance was a prayer, an act of love, a rebellion against the stillness of death that loomed like a shadow over portions of the world. She...
Her dance was a prayer, an act of love, a rebellion against the stillness of death that loomed like a shadow over portions of the world. She...
#beauty
#dance
#death #war
#death #war
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 2:34pm
22nd Oct 2024 2:34pm
Killing Stroke
In yon pale moon’s bewitching light
The noble blade is swift outborne
A silver flash through starless night
The herald of the fatal morn
Yon longsword sweeps with fairest grace
A serpent’s hiss through shadowed air
Cold steel doth kiss the foe’s pale face
And death’s soft whisper lingers there
The knight, unbowed, in gallant form
Doth strike as wind through autumn leaves
No brutish blow, but tempered storm
A stroke the weeping soul deceives
Yon killing sweep, so artful, pure
A dance of flesh, of blood, of bone ...
The noble blade is swift outborne
A silver flash through starless night
The herald of the fatal morn
Yon longsword sweeps with fairest grace
A serpent’s hiss through shadowed air
Cold steel doth kiss the foe’s pale face
And death’s soft whisper lingers there
The knight, unbowed, in gallant form
Doth strike as wind through autumn leaves
No brutish blow, but tempered storm
A stroke the weeping soul deceives
Yon killing sweep, so artful, pure
A dance of flesh, of blood, of bone ...
#death
#narrative
#night
#rhyming
#war
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oldmanG
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 5:17am
21st Oct 2024 5:17am
Pulling PBS
Pulling PBS
Somewhere in Oklahoma
Clouds form and lightning strikes
Tornado starts funneling
10 minutes from my house
See trouble on the edge
Sit down turn the TV on
Hoping to find information
Put the channel of storm warnings on
And Amber alerts
Find just bars saying it’s not here
My so called leader of my state
Decided to cut funding for PBS
Trying to fight fake culture wars
Says their grooming our children
Looking for my ruby red shoes
To click my heels...
Somewhere in Oklahoma
Clouds form and lightning strikes
Tornado starts funneling
10 minutes from my house
See trouble on the edge
Sit down turn the TV on
Hoping to find information
Put the channel of storm warnings on
And Amber alerts
Find just bars saying it’s not here
My so called leader of my state
Decided to cut funding for PBS
Trying to fight fake culture wars
Says their grooming our children
Looking for my ruby red shoes
To click my heels...
#apocalypse
#culture
#environment #war
#environment #war
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