Poems About War Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about war published by members recently online.
Badge Of Honor
Three hundred and sixty degrees
Squared by three hundred and sixty degrees
Surrounded by three hundred and sixty degrees
Locked in by three hundred and sixty degrees
That's fourteen hundred and forty degrees in me
But what my enemies don't see I contain another seven hundred and twenty degrees
The runes of my history hides my pedigree with hidden angles
The seven hundred and twenty degrees are multiplied by war with four triangles
The ancient runes were bled from an older script
Two thousand- one hundred and sixty holds existence in...
Squared by three hundred and sixty degrees
Surrounded by three hundred and sixty degrees
Locked in by three hundred and sixty degrees
That's fourteen hundred and forty degrees in me
But what my enemies don't see I contain another seven hundred and twenty degrees
The runes of my history hides my pedigree with hidden angles
The seven hundred and twenty degrees are multiplied by war with four triangles
The ancient runes were bled from an older script
Two thousand- one hundred and sixty holds existence in...
#war
#humankind
#rebellion
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Badge Of Honor
Three hundred and sixty degrees
Squared by three hundred and sixty degrees
Surrounded by three hundred and sixty degrees
Locked in by three hundred and sixty degrees
That's fourteen hundred and forty degrees in me
But what my enemies don't see I contain another seven hundred and twenty degrees
The runes of my history hides my pedigree with hidden angles
The seven hundred and twenty degrees are multiplied by war with four triangles
The ancient runes were bled from an older script
Two thousand- one hundred and sixty holds existence in...
Squared by three hundred and sixty degrees
Surrounded by three hundred and sixty degrees
Locked in by three hundred and sixty degrees
That's fourteen hundred and forty degrees in me
But what my enemies don't see I contain another seven hundred and twenty degrees
The runes of my history hides my pedigree with hidden angles
The seven hundred and twenty degrees are multiplied by war with four triangles
The ancient runes were bled from an older script
Two thousand- one hundred and sixty holds existence in...
#war
#humankind
#rebellion
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Gaza
displaced misplaced lives
new horrors among broken homes
looking down gun barrels
young tearful eyes wondering why
watching bloody severed limps
falling all around them
innocents crying after more bombing
mooved from several kill zones
straight into another hell
revenge has no humanity
tunnel vision on the jugular
enforcd starvation of babies
past holocaust certainly been forgotten
justification what does it mean
for those recieving their rage
we have come full circle
maybe not six million
...
new horrors among broken homes
looking down gun barrels
young tearful eyes wondering why
watching bloody severed limps
falling all around them
innocents crying after more bombing
mooved from several kill zones
straight into another hell
revenge has no humanity
tunnel vision on the jugular
enforcd starvation of babies
past holocaust certainly been forgotten
justification what does it mean
for those recieving their rage
we have come full circle
maybe not six million
...
#war
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Gaza
displaced misplaced lives
new horrors among broken homes
looking down gun barrels
young tearful eyes wondering why
watching bloody severed limps
falling all around them
innocents crying after more bombing
mooved from several kill zones
straight into another hell
revenge has no humanity
tunnel vision on the jugular
enforcd starvation of babies
past holocaust certainly been forgotten
justification what does it mean
for those recieving their rage
we have come full circle
maybe not six million
...
new horrors among broken homes
looking down gun barrels
young tearful eyes wondering why
watching bloody severed limps
falling all around them
innocents crying after more bombing
mooved from several kill zones
straight into another hell
revenge has no humanity
tunnel vision on the jugular
enforcd starvation of babies
past holocaust certainly been forgotten
justification what does it mean
for those recieving their rage
we have come full circle
maybe not six million
...
#war
#NaPoWriMo2024
60 reads
0 Comments
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But we poets, bad and good, we poets,
we must wield the light, the heart, the cry
and the rifle, in this unjust and bloody war.
The people's soul, full of fears and wounds,
breaks the compact darkness of the earth,
they fight and suffering turns into strength.
we must wield the light, the heart, the cry
and the rifle, in this unjust and bloody war.
The people's soul, full of fears and wounds,
breaks the compact darkness of the earth,
they fight and suffering turns into strength.
#sadness
#regret
#war
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6 lines
But we poets, bad and good, we poets,
we must wield the light, the heart, the cry
and the rifle, in this unjust and bloody war.
The people's soul, full of fears and wounds,
breaks the compact darkness of the earth,
they fight and suffering turns into strength.
we must wield the light, the heart, the cry
and the rifle, in this unjust and bloody war.
The people's soul, full of fears and wounds,
breaks the compact darkness of the earth,
they fight and suffering turns into strength.
#sadness
#regret
#war
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6 lines
But we poets, bad and good, we poets,
we must wield the light, the heart, the cry
and the rifle, in this unjust and bloody war.
The people's soul, full of fears and wounds,
breaks the compact darkness of the earth,
they fight and suffering turns into strength.
we must wield the light, the heart, the cry
and the rifle, in this unjust and bloody war.
The people's soul, full of fears and wounds,
breaks the compact darkness of the earth,
they fight and suffering turns into strength.
#sadness
#regret
#war
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Fields Of Echoes
So says the twilight frame of my mind
mystic memories through shadows
and silhouettes over fields of echoes
in the antebellum's age of vines
scribbled on death's porcelain vellum
as I lay dying at Antietam
mystic memories through shadows
and silhouettes over fields of echoes
in the antebellum's age of vines
scribbled on death's porcelain vellum
as I lay dying at Antietam
#war
#death
#spiritual
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Fields Of Echoes
So says the twilight frame of my mind
mystic memories through shadows
and silhouettes over fields of echoes
in the antebellum's age of vines
scribbled on death's porcelain vellum
as I lay dying at Antietam
mystic memories through shadows
and silhouettes over fields of echoes
in the antebellum's age of vines
scribbled on death's porcelain vellum
as I lay dying at Antietam
#war
#death
#spiritual
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Fields Of Echoes
So says the twilight frame of my mind
mystic memories through shadows
and silhouettes over fields of echoes
in the antebellum's age of vines
scribbled on death's porcelain vellum
as I lay dying at Antietam
mystic memories through shadows
and silhouettes over fields of echoes
in the antebellum's age of vines
scribbled on death's porcelain vellum
as I lay dying at Antietam
#war
#death
#spiritual
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Space Race War
this isn't a race war alone, it's a space race war
some of the most intelligent beings are held captive
in their defense, how do you fight what you can't see?
when no relief is given
when everything you have
you had to take
I eat like a barbarian
I know what it's like to starve
sometimes I buckle under the weight of the classes
tag teamed and born in a pit, still I get up
sorrow is rich off us
knowledge is gold
I'm not in the sharing mood, however
I've burned with it on my tongue before
I had...
some of the most intelligent beings are held captive
in their defense, how do you fight what you can't see?
when no relief is given
when everything you have
you had to take
I eat like a barbarian
I know what it's like to starve
sometimes I buckle under the weight of the classes
tag teamed and born in a pit, still I get up
sorrow is rich off us
knowledge is gold
I'm not in the sharing mood, however
I've burned with it on my tongue before
I had...
#war
#universe
#angels
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Space Race War
this isn't a race war alone, it's a space race war
some of the most intelligent beings are held captive
in their defense, how do you fight what you can't see?
when no relief is given
when everything you have
you had to take
I eat like a barbarian
I know what it's like to starve
sometimes I buckle under the weight of the classes
tag teamed and born in a pit, still I get up
sorrow is rich off us
knowledge is gold
I'm not in the sharing mood, however
I've burned with it on my tongue before
I had...
some of the most intelligent beings are held captive
in their defense, how do you fight what you can't see?
when no relief is given
when everything you have
you had to take
I eat like a barbarian
I know what it's like to starve
sometimes I buckle under the weight of the classes
tag teamed and born in a pit, still I get up
sorrow is rich off us
knowledge is gold
I'm not in the sharing mood, however
I've burned with it on my tongue before
I had...
#war
#universe
#angels
80 reads
5 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About War Published by Members Recently Online