Popular Poems About War
#war
Popular poems about war. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
Israel
Peace was a promised land
of milk and honey
after 400 years of servitude.
But there were wars—
and rumors of wars
scattering the twelve tribes
to the four corners of the globe.
Then came ghettos of burgundy blood
dried between cobblestones,
and scientific experiments
pronouncing victims dead or deformed
. . .while the world looked on.
Until it threatened them.
Home was a promised land—
a final return
after many a...
of milk and honey
after 400 years of servitude.
But there were wars—
and rumors of wars
scattering the twelve tribes
to the four corners of the globe.
Then came ghettos of burgundy blood
dried between cobblestones,
and scientific experiments
pronouncing victims dead or deformed
. . .while the world looked on.
Until it threatened them.
Home was a promised land—
a final return
after many a...
#war
140 reads
10 Comments
A Love Letter On A Soft Breeze
Mmm.. take my kisses, such tender love notes
On the breeze of time, to you may they always softly float
On the breeze of time, to you may they always softly float
#war
#spiritual
#lover
154 reads
10 Comments
Mmm... Softy Surrendring
My nails raking across the indention of his lower back
His girth forward surging
Contouring his long stroking to the hollowness of me
Closing my eyes to the forbidden emotions unleashed
His fingers, v-shaping his girth
Drilling his width, withdrawing
Then widening me for the deepening plunge
Hiding and seeking the length
The tip of his intentions tasting the moistness of my deeper core
My soft crevasse welcoming the stiffen invasion
The rise and...
His girth forward surging
Contouring his long stroking to the hollowness of me
Closing my eyes to the forbidden emotions unleashed
His fingers, v-shaping his girth
Drilling his width, withdrawing
Then widening me for the deepening plunge
Hiding and seeking the length
The tip of his intentions tasting the moistness of my deeper core
My soft crevasse welcoming the stiffen invasion
The rise and...
#war
#lover
#sensual #seductive
#sensual #seductive
135 reads
10 Comments
Raphium Series~Earth
Windswept moment too cold to touch
Incessant chatter caught on the aether
Ghosts blown about gather
They hunt my steps
Wary of the seekers
tangled epiphany is reconciled
turning in the elements
A cycle of life rises and falls
one steps aside another comes alive
necessary evil to onlookers of mass hysterics
demanding answers of a Man
who will not be strongarmed
Delusions of hope...well
while more wars are promised
the earth sick with grief
goes into labor
to deliver a green...
Incessant chatter caught on the aether
Ghosts blown about gather
They hunt my steps
Wary of the seekers
tangled epiphany is reconciled
turning in the elements
A cycle of life rises and falls
one steps aside another comes alive
necessary evil to onlookers of mass hysterics
demanding answers of a Man
who will not be strongarmed
Delusions of hope...well
while more wars are promised
the earth sick with grief
goes into labor
to deliver a green...
#war
#earth
#angels
81 reads
7 Comments
A Spiritual Pilgrimage (Purple Candle)
Close your eyes and slowly inhale the touch of the wind
It speaks of old Negro tales the ear refuses to lend
Sacred whispers of the Middle passage as ships on troubled waters braved
Christened by the dark depth as weary souls wade
Captives of past generations residing in cramped living quarters on a journey to a new frontier
Only to fall prey to savagery, more brutal than killing the buffalo and hunting the deer
Shh… can you hear the echoes give us freedom as it bemoans
Hope and...
It speaks of old Negro tales the ear refuses to lend
Sacred whispers of the Middle passage as ships on troubled waters braved
Christened by the dark depth as weary souls wade
Captives of past generations residing in cramped living quarters on a journey to a new frontier
Only to fall prey to savagery, more brutal than killing the buffalo and hunting the deer
Shh… can you hear the echoes give us freedom as it bemoans
Hope and...
#war
#sun
#moon
#water
#culture
107 reads
17 Comments
Grapple For The Ring
distressed faded glory is hanging limp
with a yoke shackled to its greed
unwept soldiers of Nod walk as zombies
without food or bed
Maddening crimson
the color flowing in the streets
The delusion crisp clean linen
spouted from the pulpit
with an eye to brainwash the masses
Darkness prevails and I look away
what a coward
I seek absolution from the blue sky
may they be blue forever
Green is the color of jealousy
green the color of nuclear energy
money and military
...
with a yoke shackled to its greed
unwept soldiers of Nod walk as zombies
without food or bed
Maddening crimson
the color flowing in the streets
The delusion crisp clean linen
spouted from the pulpit
with an eye to brainwash the masses
Darkness prevails and I look away
what a coward
I seek absolution from the blue sky
may they be blue forever
Green is the color of jealousy
green the color of nuclear energy
money and military
...
#dark
#war
96 reads
4 Comments
Where There’s A Will There’s A Way
I’ve always loved when a demoness shares the true meaning of her hatred façade behind a thesaurus slew of nursery rhymes
Hearing her own heartbeat, getting slowly sucked in the warp of a diabolical mind
Not mesmerized by the moment, the presence of self is on the winds of blurred time
The trick of the trade far outweighs the leverage of my kind
No weapons to boast, only the words as they flow
Blood shall spill when castrating the roots of a black and purplish rose
...
Hearing her own heartbeat, getting slowly sucked in the warp of a diabolical mind
Not mesmerized by the moment, the presence of self is on the winds of blurred time
The trick of the trade far outweighs the leverage of my kind
No weapons to boast, only the words as they flow
Blood shall spill when castrating the roots of a black and purplish rose
...
#war
#sun
#moon #spiritual
#moon #spiritual
135 reads
7 Comments
Scented Love Letter (In The Stars)
Into the Heavens we blend the silhouette of our beautiful souls
Where the rose scent of my skin sails under your nose
Mm... to my lips your kisses softly flow
Beyond the clouds as we ascend past the stars
Venus feels so good to be seduced by the rogue serenades of handsome Mars
Closing my eyes, sighing, as you take my breath away
Kneeling at the ingress of my sacred offering as your tongue tenderly slays
Mm… yes, kiss me right there, arching my back
Ecstasy and Desires mastered by you never lacks
My inner Creole...
Where the rose scent of my skin sails under your nose
Mm... to my lips your kisses softly flow
Beyond the clouds as we ascend past the stars
Venus feels so good to be seduced by the rogue serenades of handsome Mars
Closing my eyes, sighing, as you take my breath away
Kneeling at the ingress of my sacred offering as your tongue tenderly slays
Mm… yes, kiss me right there, arching my back
Ecstasy and Desires mastered by you never lacks
My inner Creole...
#war
#stars
#lover
#sensual
#seductive
138 reads
12 Comments
Star Sense
If I perchance should look towards the night
and see the twinkling stars and shining moon,
my heart then starts to dance and sing in tune
with all the harmonies of starry light.
So I begin to feel that all is right,
at least up there, and hope that very soon
the Zodiac, across the heavens strewn,
will cry, 'Enough!' and come down in its Might.
The Scorpion, the Archer and the Ram,
with fearsome Sting and Bow and butting Horn,
would then command these squabbling earthborn men
to stop their fighting and become like lambs
–...
and see the twinkling stars and shining moon,
my heart then starts to dance and sing in tune
with all the harmonies of starry light.
So I begin to feel that all is right,
at least up there, and hope that very soon
the Zodiac, across the heavens strewn,
will cry, 'Enough!' and come down in its Might.
The Scorpion, the Archer and the Ram,
with fearsome Sting and Bow and butting Horn,
would then command these squabbling earthborn men
to stop their fighting and become like lambs
–...
#war
#peace
65 reads
6 Comments
String It Up…
In the calling of the winter of discontent
No soul shall smite on Earth soil in the pursuit of relent
The demoness has asked for the calling of her destiny, her devil's due
To the cross as the carcass of her shall hang, the blood drained, unto the rite of her own stew
Upright the garlic cross
Place a garlic crown upon its head and face her to the rising of the Sun
This is a request from the Hebrew Queendom
Make sure you secure the garlic nails
This is what she has asked for to be redeemed back to Hell
Turn the cross...
No soul shall smite on Earth soil in the pursuit of relent
The demoness has asked for the calling of her destiny, her devil's due
To the cross as the carcass of her shall hang, the blood drained, unto the rite of her own stew
Upright the garlic cross
Place a garlic crown upon its head and face her to the rising of the Sun
This is a request from the Hebrew Queendom
Make sure you secure the garlic nails
This is what she has asked for to be redeemed back to Hell
Turn the cross...
#war
#sun
#moon
#spiritual
#ShortStory
121 reads
9 Comments
Tragedy in Gaza
In the Gaza Extermination Zone
unacceptable by any measure
the dogged pursuit of Hamas erasure
kills civilians in and out of their homes;
as buildings collapse, hear the crunch of bones
relentless missiles fired with a leisure
that clock religious measure-for-treasure
dating back to fantasy chromosomes
Strange, Palestinians too are Semitic
Jewish-Arab brotherhood rejected
extremists in charge, apocalyptic,
fellow humans march for peace, suspected
meanwhile, weapons-makers, parasitic
are pocketing profits,...
unacceptable by any measure
the dogged pursuit of Hamas erasure
kills civilians in and out of their homes;
as buildings collapse, hear the crunch of bones
relentless missiles fired with a leisure
that clock religious measure-for-treasure
dating back to fantasy chromosomes
Strange, Palestinians too are Semitic
Jewish-Arab brotherhood rejected
extremists in charge, apocalyptic,
fellow humans march for peace, suspected
meanwhile, weapons-makers, parasitic
are pocketing profits,...
#sadness
#war
#rhyming #sonnet
#rhyming #sonnet
75 reads
4 Comments
Methadone My Lady (It’s Free)
You have bowed enough to a man, get up off your knees
At..at.. what is Hades’ magic word, and it ain’t please
Until you remember it get back down on all fours until the sun eclipses the moon at ninety degrees
You came into my realm to seek that ultimate high
What are you willing to sacrifice besides your worthless life
It's nothing more sickening than a mother who leaves a wild child to the wolves tossed out like trash in the wind
An undeveloped brain that cannot compute in the real world, drop the act, blue-eyed devil, I...
At..at.. what is Hades’ magic word, and it ain’t please
Until you remember it get back down on all fours until the sun eclipses the moon at ninety degrees
You came into my realm to seek that ultimate high
What are you willing to sacrifice besides your worthless life
It's nothing more sickening than a mother who leaves a wild child to the wolves tossed out like trash in the wind
An undeveloped brain that cannot compute in the real world, drop the act, blue-eyed devil, I...
#dark
#war
196 reads
5 Comments
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