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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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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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
13th Oct 2024 4:26am
13th Oct 2024 4:26am
Attributes of Mars Incarnate
Valor
The first of virtues, bright as flame
A spirit born to carve a name
Through battles fierce and trials dire
Valor stands, a golden fire
It knows no fear, it bends no knee
For in its heart, the soul is free
A crown of light upon the brow
The warrior’s pledge, the sacred vow
Fury
A tempest wild, the god’s own breath
The storm that shakes the walls of death
Fury rages, swift and true
Its fire is blood, its lightnings flew
Yet in its heart, the truth concealed
That through destruction, strength is healed
A...
The first of virtues, bright as flame
A spirit born to carve a name
Through battles fierce and trials dire
Valor stands, a golden fire
It knows no fear, it bends no knee
For in its heart, the soul is free
A crown of light upon the brow
The warrior’s pledge, the sacred vow
Fury
A tempest wild, the god’s own breath
The storm that shakes the walls of death
Fury rages, swift and true
Its fire is blood, its lightnings flew
Yet in its heart, the truth concealed
That through destruction, strength is healed
A...
#emotions
#military
#rhyming
#tradition
#war
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 11:06pm
4th Oct 2024 11:06pm
Conflicts
The US government is the mastermind of all the major conflicts that are currently happening.
America desperately wants to dominate and enslave the entire world.
They cunningly build hatred among other nations to achieve their aim.
It gives the impression that many countries are blind to the satanic strategy of the Americans.
NATO is like a bloodsucking parasite; it cannot be trusted at any time.
The members of this loathsome organization are filthy liars and warmongers.
All NATO countries are slaves of the Americans, but they do not...
America desperately wants to dominate and enslave the entire world.
They cunningly build hatred among other nations to achieve their aim.
It gives the impression that many countries are blind to the satanic strategy of the Americans.
NATO is like a bloodsucking parasite; it cannot be trusted at any time.
The members of this loathsome organization are filthy liars and warmongers.
All NATO countries are slaves of the Americans, but they do not...
#LGBT
#oppression
#politics #war
#politics #war
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ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
25th Aug 2024 2:34am
25th Aug 2024 2:34am
Thoughts as the Guillotine Drops
What if I was in jail?
Would I suicide day one,
my spirit too frail.
Would I hide me a gun
and shoot it at pale skinned inmates
tucking their tails, so I'm shot down
by some guard?
Or would I stick
to some guard
who'd have me under his wing?
Would I crack jokes and tragically sing?
Would I get myself into solitary?
Living with thoughts like
'these men are too scary',
Would I ever shave?
Would I let myself grow hairy?
Would I drop soap
and then shower nary?
Would...
Would I suicide day one,
my spirit too frail.
Would I hide me a gun
and shoot it at pale skinned inmates
tucking their tails, so I'm shot down
by some guard?
Or would I stick
to some guard
who'd have me under his wing?
Would I crack jokes and tragically sing?
Would I get myself into solitary?
Living with thoughts like
'these men are too scary',
Would I ever shave?
Would I let myself grow hairy?
Would I drop soap
and then shower nary?
Would...
#evil
#prison
#war #death
#war #death
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
24th Aug 2024 3:39pm
24th Aug 2024 3:39pm
Death of a Child
The sun had just begun its descent, casting a warm glow over the coast of the Black Sea in Ukraine. The day had been calm, the kind of deceptive tranquility that often preceded a storm. The beach, with its golden sand and gentle waves, was a stark contrast to the turmoil that had taken over the country.
The young girl appeared suddenly, a blue dress fluttering against the backdrop of the shore. She was young, her legs carrying her with the determination of one who still believed in the possibility of escape, of survival.
As she ran, her face was etched with...
The young girl appeared suddenly, a blue dress fluttering against the backdrop of the shore. She was young, her legs carrying her with the determination of one who still believed in the possibility of escape, of survival.
As she ran, her face was etched with...
#childhood
#death
#teens #war
#teens #war
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
6th Aug 2024 6:34pm
6th Aug 2024 6:34pm
A War Of Hearts (Helen Of Troy)
Yes, bring to me this Helen of Troy
She is the woman where her name is written upon ancient strolls, her debauchery to use men as manipulative toys
She claimed my soul in the middle of the night
Her kiss of betrayal lead to the Trojan War in the dawn before early’s light
A femme fatale of beauty, grace, decorum, her temple of shroud holiness, has deceived the masses
Broken alliance among the wealth of many classes
Her alluring soul, entwined unto mine has diluted Kingdoms into bloodshed and sword upon its clashes ...
She is the woman where her name is written upon ancient strolls, her debauchery to use men as manipulative toys
She claimed my soul in the middle of the night
Her kiss of betrayal lead to the Trojan War in the dawn before early’s light
A femme fatale of beauty, grace, decorum, her temple of shroud holiness, has deceived the masses
Broken alliance among the wealth of many classes
Her alluring soul, entwined unto mine has diluted Kingdoms into bloodshed and sword upon its clashes ...
#deception
#mythology
#spiritual #war
#spiritual #war
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
4th Aug 2024 5:27pm
4th Aug 2024 5:27pm
civil war
silent is the way of scorn whispered on the winds a light chattering of gossip
it is the birds of the air the Gregori taking inventory of your life and commenting on it yes my dear you are quite mistaken this isn't the path for you insanity is repeating the same act hoping for different results we've seen this side of you before turning in the eternal storm hoping for his attention
hijacking the winds we're sorry we can't let you pass so flight is cancelled I will swim sideways past the undertow and reach the souls of my choosing there is an anger ever present it must be contained...
it is the birds of the air the Gregori taking inventory of your life and commenting on it yes my dear you are quite mistaken this isn't the path for you insanity is repeating the same act hoping for different results we've seen this side of you before turning in the eternal storm hoping for his attention
hijacking the winds we're sorry we can't let you pass so flight is cancelled I will swim sideways past the undertow and reach the souls of my choosing there is an anger ever present it must be contained...
#war
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Jun 2024 7:09am
4th Jun 2024 7:09am
Moonlight Rose On A Steamer To Old New York
Moonlight Rose On A Steamer To Old New York
Me and my Moonlight Rose were on a steamer to Old New York. We were reliving an era of rose-scented boudoir steam. We were circling back to the gilded rose of our once upon a time romance in haute couture. And her perfume made me truly believe that everything that glitters is the gold standard of love both new and old.
She was my born again gilded rose in haute couture. And I knew this time we would find that rose we lost somewhere back in the den of Gatsby’s again. Art Deco couldn’t roar like my eternal rose. Our old...
Me and my Moonlight Rose were on a steamer to Old New York. We were reliving an era of rose-scented boudoir steam. We were circling back to the gilded rose of our once upon a time romance in haute couture. And her perfume made me truly believe that everything that glitters is the gold standard of love both new and old.
She was my born again gilded rose in haute couture. And I knew this time we would find that rose we lost somewhere back in the den of Gatsby’s again. Art Deco couldn’t roar like my eternal rose. Our old...
#marriage
#NewYear
#romantic
#sea
#war
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2024 2:17pm
3rd Jun 2024 2:17pm
All is Vanity
10 I denied myself nothing my eyes desired;
I refused my heart no pleasure.
My heart took delight in all my labor,
and this was the reward for all my toil.
11 Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done
and what I had toiled to achieve,
everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind;
nothing was gained under the sun.
Ecclesiastes 2
As I look over the remains of battle the words of Ecclesiastes ring in my head. The enemies I’ve killed lay scattered, and their lifeless eyes tell stories of dreams unfulfilled....
I refused my heart no pleasure.
My heart took delight in all my labor,
and this was the reward for all my toil.
11 Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done
and what I had toiled to achieve,
everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind;
nothing was gained under the sun.
Ecclesiastes 2
As I look over the remains of battle the words of Ecclesiastes ring in my head. The enemies I’ve killed lay scattered, and their lifeless eyes tell stories of dreams unfulfilled....
#lust
#murder
#war
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buddydog
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2024 4:56pm
2nd Jun 2024 4:56pm
Sunnyside continued-12
Confederate cavalry under the command of Joseph Wheeler was held up near the ruins of the Griswoldville Pistol Factory. The factory was once the Griswold Cotton Gin and was converted in 1862. It manufactured a brass-frame Confederate Colt”. It is the most common of all Confederate revolvers. It was a six-shot, .36 caliber weapon, with a 7 ½ inch barrel.
Joseph ordered Private Lee Needham to report to him. On May 2, 1863, while fighting in Chancellorsville, Virginia, Private Needham sustained a gunshot wound to his right hand and wrist. On December 2, 1863, he was admitted to the...
Joseph ordered Private Lee Needham to report to him. On May 2, 1863, while fighting in Chancellorsville, Virginia, Private Needham sustained a gunshot wound to his right hand and wrist. On December 2, 1863, he was admitted to the...
#war
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About War
