LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 4:28pm
16th Apr 2024 4:28pm
Sniper Files #3 The Kill
As the moon hung low in the night sky, casting shadows across the deserted alley, I watched them from the rooftop opposite the dimly lit apartment building. The general's daughter, Olena, stood on the balcony, her silhouette joined by that of her lover, Andrei. They seemed lost in each other, unaware of the danger lurking in the darkness below.
I adjusted the scope on my rifle, my breath steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. This was the moment I had trained for, the mission I had been assigned by my superiors. But as I stared through the crosshairs, doubt...
I adjusted the scope on my rifle, my breath steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. This was the moment I had trained for, the mission I had been assigned by my superiors. But as I stared through the crosshairs, doubt...
#sex
#murder
#war #responsibility
#war #responsibility
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
8th Apr 2024 1:32am
8th Apr 2024 1:32am
A Persian Warrior
- A Persian Warrior -
In a time known to history, but forgotten by man,
The mighty Persian army brought low old Babylon.
Great was Babylon, that empire across the sand…
But the power of old Persia had that lost war won,
Leaving blood and desolation, both far and near.
I was there when the Ishtar Gate fell into splinters!
I was there when the proud kings knew utter fear.
My axe held high, the steel in the sun ever glitters,
But that light is soon covered in the blood of men,
And you keep being told to take a life yet again…
King...
In a time known to history, but forgotten by man,
The mighty Persian army brought low old Babylon.
Great was Babylon, that empire across the sand…
But the power of old Persia had that lost war won,
Leaving blood and desolation, both far and near.
I was there when the Ishtar Gate fell into splinters!
I was there when the proud kings knew utter fear.
My axe held high, the steel in the sun ever glitters,
But that light is soon covered in the blood of men,
And you keep being told to take a life yet again…
King...
#kindness
#war
#memories
#redemption
#historical
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cabcool
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 6:47am
7th Mar 2024 6:47am
and rachael for her children cry
Mankind must put an end to war, or war will put an end
to man…”― John F. Kennedy
the fiercely barking hand grenades
and other weapons wars have made
are never idle in the hands
of those who set out to invade
the sanctity of sovereign lands.
the military muscle might
of killers who paint red the night
flex in the face of helpless souls
who yield to blood their last...
to man…”― John F. Kennedy
the fiercely barking hand grenades
and other weapons wars have made
are never idle in the hands
of those who set out to invade
the sanctity of sovereign lands.
the military muscle might
of killers who paint red the night
flex in the face of helpless souls
who yield to blood their last...
#hate
#children
#conflict
#war
#food
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Ahavati
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 00:24am
7th Mar 2024 00:24am
Exercise Tiger
April 28, 1944
Devon, England
It was only a planned rehearsal
or so it was meant to be
taking place on the beach
of Slapton Sands, Devon
for the invasion of Normandy.
But coordination and communication
don’t always go as planned,
resulting in not only friendly-fire injuries
but the death of 749 American servicemen
by e-boats of Nazi Germany.
April 28, 1969
Devon, England
I was only ten-years-old
the first...
Devon, England
It was only a planned rehearsal
or so it was meant to be
taking place on the beach
of Slapton Sands, Devon
for the invasion of Normandy.
But coordination and communication
don’t always go as planned,
resulting in not only friendly-fire injuries
but the death of 749 American servicemen
by e-boats of Nazi Germany.
April 28, 1969
Devon, England
I was only ten-years-old
the first...
#war
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2024 2:50pm
2nd Mar 2024 2:50pm
Sniper Files #2 The Ukrainian Leader’s Daughter
Sometimes the weight of warring nations requires soldiers to strip human beings of their spiritual underpinnings. All that makes them mysterious, particular, and beautiful must be peeled away so that killing can be done.
Olena was a Ukrainian leader’s daughter. My task was to satisfy a great debt to our Russian Army for the deaths of my comrades. Olena was born in 2004. Her 19 years have been rich, filled with the love of family and now the love of her future husband.
Part of our surveillance included the gathering of papers related to her school years. I found a letter...
Olena was a Ukrainian leader’s daughter. My task was to satisfy a great debt to our Russian Army for the deaths of my comrades. Olena was born in 2004. Her 19 years have been rich, filled with the love of family and now the love of her future husband.
Part of our surveillance included the gathering of papers related to her school years. I found a letter...
#regret
#murder
#war
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cabcool
Poem Published
18th Feb 2024 4:13am
18th Feb 2024 4:13am
unshockable
Unshakable resilience in the crucible of life has rendered my spirit
‘brave, strong and utterly unshockable.’ Bring it on!”—CAB
i've witnessed fire come down from heav'n,
smelting sand, steel, and stones;
survived the rape of nine-elev’n;
broken a thousand bones.
i've seen seas sweep swift swirling storms
that smother saint and sage,
and refugees torn from their dorms
like cattle in a cage.
i have beheld the prisoner rot
in gaol without a...
‘brave, strong and utterly unshockable.’ Bring it on!”—CAB
i've witnessed fire come down from heav'n,
smelting sand, steel, and stones;
survived the rape of nine-elev’n;
broken a thousand bones.
i've seen seas sweep swift swirling storms
that smother saint and sage,
and refugees torn from their dorms
like cattle in a cage.
i have beheld the prisoner rot
in gaol without a...
#conflict
#war
#fate
#tragedy
#rebellion
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Maple666
Poem Published
12th Feb 2024 7:35pm
12th Feb 2024 7:35pm
Wrong and right .
Her life is a constant dance between what she feels is wrong and right. She’s been a Catholic most of her life distanced and not totally agreeing with the mighty controversy of the guilt of receiving involved in believing. Would God really be this demanding? Would he ask you to enter a conflict that starts in absolutes that leads to conflict then hate that pick fights armed with guns carried by anger and explodes the vulnerable who didn’t speak but where told?
This is the righteous path without a whisper of replies or hope that love is truly the undertone? Dictatorship’s which rip out...
This is the righteous path without a whisper of replies or hope that love is truly the undertone? Dictatorship’s which rip out...
#love
#hate
#war
#religion
#prayer
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
1st Feb 2024 7:36pm
1st Feb 2024 7:36pm
A Metalhead's Absurd Vision
Long long ago before I became a SCATTERBRAIN watching EVIL DEAD movies repeatedly, I was ACCUSED of VIOLENCE on HALLOWS EVE. The DIRTY ROTTEN IMBECIALS (D.R.I.) who always needed an ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT lived near the WATCHTOWER. They agreed with my METHOD OF DESTRUCTION (M.O.D.). We were SICK OF IT ALL, POSSESSED in bringing this faction down to their knees. A CORROSION OF CONFORMITY was happening in our towns and on our streets. If any DEFIANCE came their way, you were FORBIDDEN to enter their SACRED REICH. There needed to be LETHAL AGRESSION. A FORCED ENTRY into their METAL CHURCH. We knew...
#war
#peace
#music #dystopian
#music #dystopian
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
31st Jan 2024 00:03am
31st Jan 2024 00:03am
Ancient Memories: Justice on Centar Thir
#technology
#war
#aliens
#revenge
#morality
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Heisenberg68
Poem Published
15th Jan 2024 3:42am
15th Jan 2024 3:42am
Black Jack: The Legacy of Pershing
In the relentless flow of time's grand arc,
Rebirth cast me anew,
A soul once woven in history's stark,
Emerges in a world it once knew.
They called me Black Jack, a name from the past,
In this new life, under a different sun,
Yet echoes of old wars thrum in my heart so vast,
Where battles raged and rivers of blood did run.
In dreams, I march through No Man's Land,
Amidst the relentless thunder of the guns,
Where tanks plowed through the muddied land,
Beneath the smoke that blotted out the suns.
I hear the deafening...
Rebirth cast me anew,
A soul once woven in history's stark,
Emerges in a world it once knew.
They called me Black Jack, a name from the past,
In this new life, under a different sun,
Yet echoes of old wars thrum in my heart so vast,
Where battles raged and rivers of blood did run.
In dreams, I march through No Man's Land,
Amidst the relentless thunder of the guns,
Where tanks plowed through the muddied land,
Beneath the smoke that blotted out the suns.
I hear the deafening...
#soldiers
#war
#military
90 reads
2 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
11th Jan 2024 10:57pm
11th Jan 2024 10:57pm
Universal
There are parallel universes that orbit around us, not just above & below, and I couldn’t understand the assignment but it’s crystal clear.
I’ve never been consumed by such vastness, day in and day out, until the blur became my eyesight. I believe my soul slipped into another universal parallel to negotiate terms & conditions for us to merge.
Felt the tremors beneath brick & stone, it rendered me speechless. Heard the beckoning call for us to converse collectively, universally. Rise up into the light.
I heard the voices of angels calling me back...
I’ve never been consumed by such vastness, day in and day out, until the blur became my eyesight. I believe my soul slipped into another universal parallel to negotiate terms & conditions for us to merge.
Felt the tremors beneath brick & stone, it rendered me speechless. Heard the beckoning call for us to converse collectively, universally. Rise up into the light.
I heard the voices of angels calling me back...
#war
#peace
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4 Comments
Mercurial
Poem Published
28th Dec 2023 7:07am
28th Dec 2023 7:07am
The crown and her puppets
Two sides pulling each other,
I am right, you’re wrong, it’s either us or them,
The third enjoying the thrill of observation,
The diplomats pretending to be neutral.
Truth seems to be blurred,
But every one is right by their own accord,
Tit for tat but the opressor and the oppressed are embodied in one character,
Rationality and logic are intertwined in a web of emotions,
The others think they’re intelligent, the others think we are stupid.
The oppressed and the oppressor has chosen to stay quiet,
We’re feeding them...
I am right, you’re wrong, it’s either us or them,
The third enjoying the thrill of observation,
The diplomats pretending to be neutral.
Truth seems to be blurred,
But every one is right by their own accord,
Tit for tat but the opressor and the oppressed are embodied in one character,
Rationality and logic are intertwined in a web of emotions,
The others think they’re intelligent, the others think we are stupid.
The oppressed and the oppressor has chosen to stay quiet,
We’re feeding them...
#oppression
#power
#politics
#war
#rebellion
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About War
