summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 6:44pm
8th Feb 2025 6:44pm
~unilateral ceasefire
viz: ceasefire
#love
#ValentinesDay
#war
#politics
#metaphor
128 reads
3 Comments
3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 4:15pm
5th Feb 2025 4:15pm
No Title.
It's so funny how you think you can see me
But I bleed before a crowd
They wade through my blood
Blame it on the flood
I am unseen
As they walk through me
I am a ghost
In the host of dead believers
But I bleed before a crowd
They wade through my blood
Blame it on the flood
I am unseen
As they walk through me
I am a ghost
In the host of dead believers
#emptiness
#ghosts
#ignorance
#rejection
#war
104 reads
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Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 9:29pm
31st Jan 2025 9:29pm
Villanelle Nr.25 — Gaza Stripped
In a couple of years on the Gaza Strip
sea-view apartments will slowly arise
owned by the wealthy…, and ever so hip
Palestinian blood? Merely a blip
of history’s shit with the media lies
in a couple of years on the Gaza Strip
And then will arrive a cruise-liner-ship
spilling its tourists and drug-lords and spies
all posing as wealthy, dressed ever so hip
The past will be screwed through a tightened lip
which views as taboo the carnage and cries
in a couple of years on the Gaza Strip
The vile God of...
sea-view apartments will slowly arise
owned by the wealthy…, and ever so hip
Palestinian blood? Merely a blip
of history’s shit with the media lies
in a couple of years on the Gaza Strip
And then will arrive a cruise-liner-ship
spilling its tourists and drug-lords and spies
all posing as wealthy, dressed ever so hip
The past will be screwed through a tightened lip
which views as taboo the carnage and cries
in a couple of years on the Gaza Strip
The vile God of...
#military
#money
#morality
#villanelle
#war
113 reads
8 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 9:24pm
29th Jan 2025 9:24pm
Sticks, & Stones (WWIIII?)
We haven't yet peaked
When it comes to mankinds brutal
And destructive nature
(No nurturing)
It's lurking
Like a ticking time-bomb
There'll be no theories
About this big bang
As there'll be no-one around
To theorise
Any survivors
Will be to busy fighting mini wars
To have time to think
And when all the ammunition runs out
Those remaining
Will have to make do
With sticks, and stones.....
by Jemia
When it comes to mankinds brutal
And destructive nature
(No nurturing)
It's lurking
Like a ticking time-bomb
There'll be no theories
About this big bang
As there'll be no-one around
To theorise
Any survivors
Will be to busy fighting mini wars
To have time to think
And when all the ammunition runs out
Those remaining
Will have to make do
With sticks, and stones.....
by Jemia
#apocalypse
#fate
#LifeCycle #war
#LifeCycle #war
76 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 9:10pm
29th Jan 2025 9:10pm
The Last Post!
Posterior
post-poned
post haste
Post mortem
Post apocolyptic
Post traumatic!
The last post.....
The end?
by Jemia
post-poned
post haste
Post mortem
Post apocolyptic
Post traumatic!
The last post.....
The end?
by Jemia
#LifeCycle
#suffering
#war
63 reads
0 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 19th Jan 2025 00:59am
7th Sep 2019 2:52am
7th Sep 2019 2:52am
The Things I Did
He joined the Marines at eighteen. A soldier through and through. He was tall, sturdy and always friendly. Daniel was my neighbor for nearly five years. He had moved from the high desert to the suburbs of L.A. so he could be closer to his grown children.
“I have six” he once told me. “Seven” he corrected himself a second later. Two from three ex-wives and one boy whom he had picked up during a mission while his platoon was making their way through the country side in Vietnam in early ‘73. The village had been raided just a few days before they got there. There were bodies...
“I have six” he once told me. “Seven” he corrected himself a second later. Two from three ex-wives and one boy whom he had picked up during a mission while his platoon was making their way through the country side in Vietnam in early ‘73. The village had been raided just a few days before they got there. There were bodies...
#soldiers
#war
#death #suicide
#death #suicide
679 reads
7 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 10:24pm
10th Jan 2025 10:24pm
Training Mission South Pole
Stationed off the grid
Population under 50
CIA comrades
Hookers wearing a wire
Granola with Wild Turkey 101
Booting Heroin speedballs
A life we chose
Exile from normal
No filter
Penguin Bar after dark
No cover
Juke box takes coins only
Black night
No stars
The color of salvation
BBQ with the enemy tonight
Tomorrow is cancelled
Population under 50
CIA comrades
Hookers wearing a wire
Granola with Wild Turkey 101
Booting Heroin speedballs
A life we chose
Exile from normal
No filter
Penguin Bar after dark
No cover
Juke box takes coins only
Black night
No stars
The color of salvation
BBQ with the enemy tonight
Tomorrow is cancelled
#philosophical
#risk
#StreamOfConsciousness
#ThrillSeeking
#war
173 reads
30 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:25pm
10th Jan 2025 1:25pm
Young Sniper Preparing
The young soldier, Pavel, reclined on his bunk, the sterile light casting a pallid glow over the cramped quarters. His mind wandered to Alexandria, his lover since high school. She had sent him an email earlier that week, her words filled with longing and assurances of love and a revealing photo. But the miles between them were vast, and the silence of the nights was louder than the sporadic thunder of distant artillery.
Pavel’s fingers traced the cold, precise edges of the SV-98 sniper rifle that lay beside him. The government had spared no expense in arming him with this...
Pavel’s fingers traced the cold, precise edges of the SV-98 sniper rifle that lay beside him. The government had spared no expense in arming him with this...
#murder
#soldiers
#war
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:45am
10th Jan 2025 1:45am
A Fallowless Field
What cursed plain, where blood doth ever flow
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
And war’s unending wrath shall never cease?
A field where neither time nor mercy show
But reeks with death and mocks the hope of peace
Beneath the sky, now ever bruised and torn
The soil drinks deep the ichor of the slain
Each blade of grass a dagger, sharply worn
Each breath of wind a soldier’s dying pain
The sun doth hide its face in shamed retreat
As clouds of ash and smoke obscure the day
The earth, a grave where foes and comrades meet
In crimson tides their flesh shall...
#conflict
#dark
#death
#soldiers
#war
86 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 3:14am
7th Jan 2025 3:14am
What do you believe
It is necessary for you all to know that it's hard not to get emotional, when those who keep what is happening in the 🌎world. 😭 YET it has gotten more worse than, it's every been under this Biden administration. 😡 FOR a number of years pass and present. FOR sure it's a shame, that we all have been subject, to the deepness of mass, immigrant massive maggots massive evasions state wide, 🤨 under this poor excuse of this administration, who have shown a hatred 😭 of the truth of the words of the American citizens. 😡 Till they are trying to change...
#corruption
#LifeStruggles
#murder
#violence
#war
84 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 11:45pm
6th Jan 2025 11:45pm
a contemplative, conflicted, gay, unhappy man
siegfried sassoon was brave, not just
in the war, but in his head, and I
wish he hadn’t liked fox hunting
as much as he did, but I like to think
“it had little to do with the killing,” I like
to think he’d have said
in the war, but in his head, and I
wish he hadn’t liked fox hunting
as much as he did, but I like to think
“it had little to do with the killing,” I like
to think he’d have said
#war
133 reads
5 Comments
DU Poetry : War Poems
