Zaynab_kamoonpury
Poem Published
25th Oct 2023 4:09pm
25th Oct 2023 4:09pm
Stop the warmongers and aggressors
( A poem I wrote in earlier months when muslims were being killed in Palestine, Syria, Iraq, but it still applies in recent refreshed genocide of muslims. )
Wars round the corner,
wars at every bend
Could it be that all this warring
would never ever end?
Mass massacre and genocide
is what we fear and apprehend
Selfish apartheid oppressing poor folks
On suppressing others they depend!
Why can't folks borrow love
and peace too learn to lend? ...
Wars round the corner,
wars at every bend
Could it be that all this warring
would never ever end?
Mass massacre and genocide
is what we fear and apprehend
Selfish apartheid oppressing poor folks
On suppressing others they depend!
Why can't folks borrow love
and peace too learn to lend? ...
#war
328 reads
21 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2019 8:00pm
2nd Mar 2019 8:00pm
The Piano Player
The pianist lifts his arms,
His hands come crashing down.
The bass notes growl, an ominous crescendo,
Warning of civil unrest and tension,
And of a Europe about to go to war.
The audience watches,
Hoping, praying that war will not come.
The pianist pauses, a brief silence that pulsates with uncertainty.
He lifts his wrists again, resuming the menacing trill in the bass,
His fingers working furiously as the growl grows in volume
And the temperature rises in the auditorium.
...
His hands come crashing down.
The bass notes growl, an ominous crescendo,
Warning of civil unrest and tension,
And of a Europe about to go to war.
The audience watches,
Hoping, praying that war will not come.
The pianist pauses, a brief silence that pulsates with uncertainty.
He lifts his wrists again, resuming the menacing trill in the bass,
His fingers working furiously as the growl grows in volume
And the temperature rises in the auditorium.
...
#sadness
#war
#music
513 reads
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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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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
9th Dec 2023 2:51pm
9th Dec 2023 2:51pm
Doggerel for Kissinger’s Tomb
When Kissinger won the Nobel Peace Prize, satire died.” - Tom Lehrer
Rest in peace, Henry,
your work has been done,
the bodies are littered
by race and by ton.
The chicken-egg tree
has withered in flame,
its once protectees
have all done the same.
And in the east
a boy recalls
the yard where watermelons grew,
as on that yard a warhead falls.
But Benjamin says
the lad is a threat,
so on Ramadan
it’s orphaned he’ll get.
So rest in peace, Henry,
your work has...
Rest in peace, Henry,
your work has been done,
the bodies are littered
by race and by ton.
The chicken-egg tree
has withered in flame,
its once protectees
have all done the same.
And in the east
a boy recalls
the yard where watermelons grew,
as on that yard a warhead falls.
But Benjamin says
the lad is a threat,
so on Ramadan
it’s orphaned he’ll get.
So rest in peace, Henry,
your work has...
#war
#HumanRights
#suffering #military
#suffering #military
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Baldwin
Poem Published
31st May 2021 5:01pm
31st May 2021 5:01pm
Memorial Day
The killing fields of Ypres,
Verdun, and of the Somme
are verdant now,
their greening since the Armistice become
a cover for the lie
of ages old
the ardent young were once
and still today are told
of how it is a noble and a glorious thing
for God, for country, and for king
to kill and die.
Verdun, and of the Somme
are verdant now,
their greening since the Armistice become
a cover for the lie
of ages old
the ardent young were once
and still today are told
of how it is a noble and a glorious thing
for God, for country, and for king
to kill and die.
#war
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
21st Feb 2019 10:41pm
21st Feb 2019 10:41pm
The Silence
Then there was peace…
A lull in the shelling of the battleground
and there was a silence so profound.
The corpses had laid in pools of blood, drowned,
the bleeding of their bodies dry and the cold had their corpses embalmed.
There was heartening quietude in their stillness,
only in the distance was there a resonance of their shrillness.
Their lips were stiffly bound,
not a daystar to soften them around.
Erectly stood from a shattered barn was tall chimneypiece,
smokeless, in the still air itself now had peace. ...
A lull in the shelling of the battleground
and there was a silence so profound.
The corpses had laid in pools of blood, drowned,
the bleeding of their bodies dry and the cold had their corpses embalmed.
There was heartening quietude in their stillness,
only in the distance was there a resonance of their shrillness.
Their lips were stiffly bound,
not a daystar to soften them around.
Erectly stood from a shattered barn was tall chimneypiece,
smokeless, in the still air itself now had peace. ...
#depression
#dark
#soldiers
#war
#silence
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averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
17th May 2022 11:48am
17th May 2022 11:48am
War
#lust
#erotic
#dreams
#war
#sexy
527 reads
2 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
15th Feb 2024 10:29am
15th Feb 2024 10:29am
Nineteen Forty Four
On the seventh Day of October
in the year Nineteen Forty Four
a boy was born just before the war
ended, a final desperate hour
He played among the ruins
of homes turned rubbles
fallen bricks burnt in crashes
heard throughout the years
he left the town of Osnabrück
he wanted to live elsewhere
wanted to try his luck
away from the effect of war
1944, on the flip of side of the coin
Tatars knew the swords
prosecuted by the regime
false accusations of collaborations
Two hundred...
in the year Nineteen Forty Four
a boy was born just before the war
ended, a final desperate hour
He played among the ruins
of homes turned rubbles
fallen bricks burnt in crashes
heard throughout the years
he left the town of Osnabrück
he wanted to live elsewhere
wanted to try his luck
away from the effect of war
1944, on the flip of side of the coin
Tatars knew the swords
prosecuted by the regime
false accusations of collaborations
Two hundred...
#war
195 reads
8 Comments
Marks
Poem Published
15th Oct 2020 1:54am
15th Oct 2020 1:54am
Tate, the sniper
..
An interval without history
A territory of the Internet
She uses the codename *Tate*
The sunset is dying
I stop time ...
Before the night comes
Her lips tell me...
"Kiss Me, young man...
... and I'll kiss you with one eye..."
Then she adds,,,
"I take it and dance with it
Protect me when hostilities break out.
I am a sniper ..."
... ...
_______________________________________________________________
...
An interval without history
A territory of the Internet
She uses the codename *Tate*
The sunset is dying
I stop time ...
Before the night comes
Her lips tell me...
"Kiss Me, young man...
... and I'll kiss you with one eye..."
Then she adds,,,
"I take it and dance with it
Protect me when hostilities break out.
I am a sniper ..."
... ...
_______________________________________________________________
...
#soldiers
#war
#meditation
368 reads
2 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
12th Jun 2024 9:49am
12th Jun 2024 9:49am
Afterwards, we’ll all remember having seen it coming
I’m an atomic bomb of a woman
living in a hand grenade dress
a chest charged with bullets
trip wires for eyelashes
dressing my catastrophic dead
I want my remains
to be wheeled through London
stopping traffic without care
angry drivers shouting obscenities
forgetting in the end
we all ride out with no address
and I feel as if
I’m marching through Leningrad
tattooing Chernobyl on my thigh
howling through the rubble
of my...
living in a hand grenade dress
a chest charged with bullets
trip wires for eyelashes
dressing my catastrophic dead
I want my remains
to be wheeled through London
stopping traffic without care
angry drivers shouting obscenities
forgetting in the end
we all ride out with no address
and I feel as if
I’m marching through Leningrad
tattooing Chernobyl on my thigh
howling through the rubble
of my...
#anxiety
#confessional
#myself
#war
#women
243 reads
1 Comment
DevilsChild
Poem Published
13th Mar 2022 3:49pm
13th Mar 2022 3:49pm
It Weighs Heavy
whether I go to heaven or hell
one thing's for sure, imma burn
so I better learn to stop stressing
live life for those that lost their paradise
but it gets hard to see horror stories
watching from afare like some movie
playing out live
prime time 24/7
wishing I could do more
but my body in the earth won't change a thing
a few donations and standing ovations
seem a bit condescending
change requires life
we want world peace
but too afraid to die
don't you know it takes blood
to fill up that gas tank ...
one thing's for sure, imma burn
so I better learn to stop stressing
live life for those that lost their paradise
but it gets hard to see horror stories
watching from afare like some movie
playing out live
prime time 24/7
wishing I could do more
but my body in the earth won't change a thing
a few donations and standing ovations
seem a bit condescending
change requires life
we want world peace
but too afraid to die
don't you know it takes blood
to fill up that gas tank ...
#politics
#war
#frustration
511 reads
6 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
28th Apr 2024 1:33pm
28th Apr 2024 1:33pm
Our Agreement Due To Recent Events
After we got done
with humping each
other, I looked in
your eyes and saw
that you agree that
what we don't want
in this modern age
is another Vietnam.
with humping each
other, I looked in
your eyes and saw
that you agree that
what we don't want
in this modern age
is another Vietnam.
#dialogue
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#sensual
#war
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