Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
5th Dec 2019 2:38am
5th Dec 2019 2:38am
Bravery Rage Eruption
Blood moon tears,
Kissed raged of tempest,
Consuming fire,
Bravery parity,
Gasp, ..her last breath …. insanely,
Heaven’s Angel, ...evolved salvage warrior,
Redeemed by a tumble
Kissed raged of tempest,
Consuming fire,
Bravery parity,
Gasp, ..her last breath …. insanely,
Heaven’s Angel, ...evolved salvage warrior,
Redeemed by a tumble
#love
#soldiers
#war #redemption
#war #redemption
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2 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
25th Mar 2022 7:24am
25th Mar 2022 7:24am
The Blood of History
I often wonder perhaps
if all of our maps
are now truly marked
by the blood of history
Each line and contour
tells me more
but also less
about all I must confess
Often spilt in vengeful haste
always such a waste
crimson leaves a deep stain
on mountain, ridge and plain
Drawing these clear lines
even across the wooded pines
separating sea from sand
forever makes us understand
How we separate each other
every sister, every brother
kept on one side of the line
...
if all of our maps
are now truly marked
by the blood of history
Each line and contour
tells me more
but also less
about all I must confess
Often spilt in vengeful haste
always such a waste
crimson leaves a deep stain
on mountain, ridge and plain
Drawing these clear lines
even across the wooded pines
separating sea from sand
forever makes us understand
How we separate each other
every sister, every brother
kept on one side of the line
...
#hate
#war
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
9 reads
2 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
10th Jun 2022 7:34pm
10th Jun 2022 7:34pm
Death
It lies underneath
hiding its truth
below the surface
below the ground
muffling the sound
of all the children playing
hiding its truth
below the surface
below the ground
muffling the sound
of all the children playing
#grief
#war
#death
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
11 reads
3 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
16th May 2024 5:36pm
16th May 2024 5:36pm
Once I Was…
Walking through a garden of catastrophe
fertilized by the filth of humanity
blossoms of death bloom, watered by
piss from unheard screams
Wallowing in the dirt of hurt and the
blood of trying to hard makes mud
it’s sort of a sludge that I wear like a
suit with medals of shit pinned to my chest
The stench of decay never goes away
when it’s your soul that’s eroding
every flower picked rakes thorns across
my back, patterns of woe and
sacred geometry
Eyes opened by the truth of lies
I find myself standing...
fertilized by the filth of humanity
blossoms of death bloom, watered by
piss from unheard screams
Wallowing in the dirt of hurt and the
blood of trying to hard makes mud
it’s sort of a sludge that I wear like a
suit with medals of shit pinned to my chest
The stench of decay never goes away
when it’s your soul that’s eroding
every flower picked rakes thorns across
my back, patterns of woe and
sacred geometry
Eyes opened by the truth of lies
I find myself standing...
#hurt
#war
11 reads
5 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
11th May 2022 7:05pm
11th May 2022 7:05pm
Anchorage Sound
Inspired by “Anchorage” by Joy Harjo
I love the silence of the sound
how each slope does surround
the still icy inlet
nestling me in its arms
A safe harbor
a safe haven
flocked by the black raven
stalked by Grey Wolf
Cold water days
recall ancient Inuit ways
hunting fur seal
burning soft blubber
I have never been indigenous
exiled from many lands
tallying slipping sands
as they mark the waning time
Truer than the Arctic tide
a distant homeland denied
in both...
I love the silence of the sound
how each slope does surround
the still icy inlet
nestling me in its arms
A safe harbor
a safe haven
flocked by the black raven
stalked by Grey Wolf
Cold water days
recall ancient Inuit ways
hunting fur seal
burning soft blubber
I have never been indigenous
exiled from many lands
tallying slipping sands
as they mark the waning time
Truer than the Arctic tide
a distant homeland denied
in both...
#identity
#war
#homelessness
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
12 reads
5 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
18th Aug 2022 2:01pm
18th Aug 2022 2:01pm
Medic
It is easy to kill
for I have done it
even tried it on myself
with lame intent
but then again
to heal
to save
deny the hungry grave
is another thing
a calling all its own
a courage rarely shown
in medals
in parades
yet the most brutal fight
resumes in every night
when I again tally the cost
of all the ones... I lost
for I have done it
even tried it on myself
with lame intent
but then again
to heal
to save
deny the hungry grave
is another thing
a calling all its own
a courage rarely shown
in medals
in parades
yet the most brutal fight
resumes in every night
when I again tally the cost
of all the ones... I lost
#courage
#war
#death
#confessional
#MentalHealth
13 reads
2 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 8:12am
3rd Nov 2023 8:12am
Turkish Cliffs
I do love these craggy peaks
how each one now speaks
of a time so ever long ago
when endless rhyme would flow
About battles won and lost
how dear was the cost
for hubris with all its pride
no matter how long denied
For these lessons now learned
centuries after the pyres burned
have a wisdom to teach
well beyond this rocky beach
So I listen whenever I can
for hints of the divine plan
what it is that I might still glean
from the clean Aegean sheen
Since both up above and below
holds much...
how each one now speaks
of a time so ever long ago
when endless rhyme would flow
About battles won and lost
how dear was the cost
for hubris with all its pride
no matter how long denied
For these lessons now learned
centuries after the pyres burned
have a wisdom to teach
well beyond this rocky beach
So I listen whenever I can
for hints of the divine plan
what it is that I might still glean
from the clean Aegean sheen
Since both up above and below
holds much...
#war
#mountains
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#travel
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8 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 9:54pm
2nd Aug 2024 9:54pm
Seeds Planted at Night
The nightmares bare the stench
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
#nightmares
#PTSD
#soldiers #war
#soldiers #war
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8 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
28th Dec 2018 7:17pm
28th Dec 2018 7:17pm
Some Cure
I could, I could point
to all the sweet nothings
until you’re not the nerves
of that void that you can’t feel
beyond Fingertips Ct.
signs staked in the t-folds: “Dead End”
If I would, I could handle
your prophecy in test tubes
each bubbles newborn:
|Abstract||Pinch-able||Impossible|
and you’ll sit in all of the waiting rooms
twiddling for the pH balance of headlines
A tower shown has a trickle-down
scene of falling hands in versions
of the rain, snow, the...
to all the sweet nothings
until you’re not the nerves
of that void that you can’t feel
beyond Fingertips Ct.
signs staked in the t-folds: “Dead End”
If I would, I could handle
your prophecy in test tubes
each bubbles newborn:
|Abstract||Pinch-able||Impossible|
and you’ll sit in all of the waiting rooms
twiddling for the pH balance of headlines
A tower shown has a trickle-down
scene of falling hands in versions
of the rain, snow, the...
#violence
#politics
#war
#MentalHealth
#disability
16 reads
4 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
8th May 2024 11:22am
8th May 2024 11:22am
Veritas Est Mors
An inspired realness haunts
my mind this morning, crawling
forward into my consciousness
waking memories good and bad,
truth is death
When I experience something with
such a realness, a vivid eye popping
truth, something else inside me dies
which is a blessing
There are things inside of me I wish dead
and oh how I have tried to kill them
for damnation is a self imposed affliction
carved into the soul by mine own hand,
my blade is sharp
So when I see a beautiful thing
perfectly created, I visualize...
my mind this morning, crawling
forward into my consciousness
waking memories good and bad,
truth is death
When I experience something with
such a realness, a vivid eye popping
truth, something else inside me dies
which is a blessing
There are things inside of me I wish dead
and oh how I have tried to kill them
for damnation is a self imposed affliction
carved into the soul by mine own hand,
my blade is sharp
So when I see a beautiful thing
perfectly created, I visualize...
#memories
#peace
#war
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13 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
20th Jun 2024 5:33pm
20th Jun 2024 5:33pm
I’m the Shit
Catching breath and sitting in the mud
what the fuck, my face is covered in blood
It’s fine, after all it’s not mine
nothing matters anymore my soul
has gone blind and one thousand bloody
boxes fill my mind
Bradley’s fill to the top with heads, torsos
and limbs, no man left behind after all
even the pieces go home
It’s grim, but the walking keeps me slim
can’t run when your gun is the saw
talk about a chopper, the hoodlums in
my town would be in awe
Fuck it, time to get going
there’s smoke on the...
what the fuck, my face is covered in blood
It’s fine, after all it’s not mine
nothing matters anymore my soul
has gone blind and one thousand bloody
boxes fill my mind
Bradley’s fill to the top with heads, torsos
and limbs, no man left behind after all
even the pieces go home
It’s grim, but the walking keeps me slim
can’t run when your gun is the saw
talk about a chopper, the hoodlums in
my town would be in awe
Fuck it, time to get going
there’s smoke on the...
#conflict
#military
#soldiers #war
#soldiers #war
17 reads
9 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
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15 Comments
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