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
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
16th May 2024 6:36pm
16th May 2024 6:36pm
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
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5 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 10:54pm
2nd Aug 2024 10:54pm
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
15 reads
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 12:22pm
8th May 2024 12:22pm
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 6:33pm
20th Jun 2024 6:33pm
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
21 reads
15 Comments
SoulChild
AlmaSincera
AlmaSincera
Poem Published
15th Jan 2019 8:36am
15th Jan 2019 8:36am
The spoils
I have longed for the season to end
Filled with steel
And tears
Dis-ease and the casualties
Making faith a liability
Weapons our bodies have had to be
To not die in the fires rampant on the street
I will do no less than rejoice
You and I are here
To give our swords to the sheath
My love, come near
Strip this war from our eyes
As victory
Is birthed a wonderous dawn
On our lips
Named...free
Filled with steel
And tears
Dis-ease and the casualties
Making faith a liability
Weapons our bodies have had to be
To not die in the fires rampant on the street
I will do no less than rejoice
You and I are here
To give our swords to the sheath
My love, come near
Strip this war from our eyes
As victory
Is birthed a wonderous dawn
On our lips
Named...free
#love
#soldiers
#childhood
#war
#peace
27 reads
5 Comments
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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0 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 10:47pm
14th Dec 2024 10:47pm
The Rhythms of War ...
Our leaders tell us war can be avoided,
but the past says different,
these leaders say wisdom will guide trembling hands, but where was this guidance previously?
hovering over the nuclear switch,
While the weight of our history presses heavy against the future,
a script we've read before,
tattered and frayed at the edges, blood-stained in the middle,
lives lost without pause.
These mighty Empires begin to fall and decline not with dignity,
but with the echoes and shouts of the desperate,
As they clutch at the last fragments of their...
but the past says different,
these leaders say wisdom will guide trembling hands, but where was this guidance previously?
hovering over the nuclear switch,
While the weight of our history presses heavy against the future,
a script we've read before,
tattered and frayed at the edges, blood-stained in the middle,
lives lost without pause.
These mighty Empires begin to fall and decline not with dignity,
but with the echoes and shouts of the desperate,
As they clutch at the last fragments of their...
#LifeChangingMoment
#war
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0 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 1:03pm
28th Nov 2024 1:03pm
Despair
The rain fell hard, it cleansed our eyes,
But left us staring at the lies.
The skies burned red, but fire we saw,
Each dawn became another fall.
Through frozen hearts and weary bones,
We wandered, lost, with bloodied tones.
Our hands now scarred, we face our fate
Freedom, came too late.
But left us staring at the lies.
The skies burned red, but fire we saw,
Each dawn became another fall.
Through frozen hearts and weary bones,
We wandered, lost, with bloodied tones.
Our hands now scarred, we face our fate
Freedom, came too late.
#despair
#war
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