slipalong
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:44pm
Yesterday 1:44pm
Thor`s legacy
Nordic God,Thor the hammer bore
justifed by those that needed more
destruction and such bloody gore
warmongers laughed, a along gaffaw
justifed by those that needed more
destruction and such bloody gore
warmongers laughed, a along gaffaw
#minimalist
#war
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missjem56
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 4:52pm
18th Nov 2024 4:52pm
A Proxy For The Poxy Poxes
Make love
not war
Choices
Of the
pox
Or
a nuclear
black box
One is curable
with meds
The other
results
in multiple deads
by Jemia
not war
Choices
Of the
pox
Or
a nuclear
black box
One is curable
with meds
The other
results
in multiple deads
by Jemia
#death
#illness
#sex #war
#sex #war
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Duice
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 11:15pm
16th Nov 2024 11:15pm
Clay Pigeons
Easter egg planted Pineapples
cluster claymore laden poem verse
Trap lines trigger booby detonator
deadlock provoked drown immerse
SS Britanica land mine sunk to shore
on typhoon hurricane pull pins inverse
Magellan cognition gore circumnavigated
mind blown particulates spray disburse
Air-to-air taut pyro nuggets pluck telekinetic
on sonic brain combust ocean splatter curse
Motion vile explosive fragments bang attune
dissect shrapnel pitch out cranial void hurts
Tannerite incendiary gas can trip blasting cap ...
cluster claymore laden poem verse
Trap lines trigger booby detonator
deadlock provoked drown immerse
SS Britanica land mine sunk to shore
on typhoon hurricane pull pins inverse
Magellan cognition gore circumnavigated
mind blown particulates spray disburse
Air-to-air taut pyro nuggets pluck telekinetic
on sonic brain combust ocean splatter curse
Motion vile explosive fragments bang attune
dissect shrapnel pitch out cranial void hurts
Tannerite incendiary gas can trip blasting cap ...
#bittersweet
#conflict
#soldiers
#war
#violence
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 6:03pm
14th Nov 2024 6:03pm
Lysistrata Redux
Neo-Confederate MAGA
has long promoted rape
with an electorate saga
the ladies can't escape.
So now..."fuck around and find out",
we hear without a doubt
so dudes look to your brazen snout
to see what's she's about.
And don't forget that their old men
can pull a Glock to cock
to fight your civil war again
and outline you in chalk.
Cuz no one wants to be your slave
or hear your incel bleat
when she can put you in a...
has long promoted rape
with an electorate saga
the ladies can't escape.
So now..."fuck around and find out",
we hear without a doubt
so dudes look to your brazen snout
to see what's she's about.
And don't forget that their old men
can pull a Glock to cock
to fight your civil war again
and outline you in chalk.
Cuz no one wants to be your slave
or hear your incel bleat
when she can put you in a...
#lies
#manipulation
#relationships
#sex
#war
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4 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 9:44am
14th Nov 2024 9:44am
Little Nicholas (Mykola)
Little Nicholas (Mykola)
Little boy came right onto the court and
Asked if he could play some bball
Said his name was Mykola
He asked where I’m from and I said around
The corner was my home
Little boy from a far away land
Came right up to us and
His innocence could not be denied
Said his name was Nicholas from
The Ukraine
So we played a game till seven
Said he’s in school in the USA
With his little sister about 5 1/2
Stayin at his grandma’s with Momma
While Daddy’s back at home...
Little boy came right onto the court and
Asked if he could play some bball
Said his name was Mykola
He asked where I’m from and I said around
The corner was my home
Little boy from a far away land
Came right up to us and
His innocence could not be denied
Said his name was Nicholas from
The Ukraine
So we played a game till seven
Said he’s in school in the USA
With his little sister about 5 1/2
Stayin at his grandma’s with Momma
While Daddy’s back at home...
#anxiety
#family
#fear #war
#fear #war
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 7:55pm
12th Nov 2024 7:55pm
Blood In The Loch, Freedom Flowing Fjord
By loch and glen, the shadows grow
The heather drinks the twilight’s glow
With Robert’s men, we ride as one
Beneath the moon, behind the sun
The confessor marches with blades of steel
Their boots do crush the Highland’s keel
But o’er the fjord, the echoes ring
With battle songs we proudly sing
Through mist and stone, our paths are made
The sword our guide, the bow our trade
The stag does leap, the raven cries
And freedom lights the coldest skies
We strike by night, a shadow’s blade
In Bruce’s name, the price is...
The heather drinks the twilight’s glow
With Robert’s men, we ride as one
Beneath the moon, behind the sun
The confessor marches with blades of steel
Their boots do crush the Highland’s keel
But o’er the fjord, the echoes ring
With battle songs we proudly sing
Through mist and stone, our paths are made
The sword our guide, the bow our trade
The stag does leap, the raven cries
And freedom lights the coldest skies
We strike by night, a shadow’s blade
In Bruce’s name, the price is...
#death
#environment
#narrative
#rhyming
#war
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Dragonblood
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 2:00am
12th Nov 2024 2:00am
The American Soldier.
Elsie, Elsie, ring your bell,
bring here all the boys.
Summon back the ones who died
from where they were deployed.
Bandage up their arms and legs,
take away their fears.
Erase the flashbacks in their minds
that always reappear.
Tell them it was just a dream;
the bloody fields are dry.
Pretend you never heard of war
in case they wonder why.
Don't forget the oceans blue;
there you'll find our men—
the ones who flew or sailed the ships
that never rose again.
When at last they've all come...
bring here all the boys.
Summon back the ones who died
from where they were deployed.
Bandage up their arms and legs,
take away their fears.
Erase the flashbacks in their minds
that always reappear.
Tell them it was just a dream;
the bloody fields are dry.
Pretend you never heard of war
in case they wonder why.
Don't forget the oceans blue;
there you'll find our men—
the ones who flew or sailed the ships
that never rose again.
When at last they've all come...
#war
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 7:49pm
10th Nov 2024 7:49pm
Epitaph for the Rift between Brothers
Here, in dust-choked ruins where vendettas
once soaked stone, where morning's light
bore fears and destruction instead of joy,
let children now rise to the hum of birds singing and happiness, not rockets’ hiss, to the hush of dawn instead of alarm of bombs and the cries of the injured and those who have lost,
May peace breathe its gentle hymn, tentative as first light, its breath a salve, its gift unspent and a blessing on humanity and all that reach for it ,
Let steel shrapnel shatter in the earth’s quiet bows , and landmines sleep,...
once soaked stone, where morning's light
bore fears and destruction instead of joy,
let children now rise to the hum of birds singing and happiness, not rockets’ hiss, to the hush of dawn instead of alarm of bombs and the cries of the injured and those who have lost,
May peace breathe its gentle hymn, tentative as first light, its breath a salve, its gift unspent and a blessing on humanity and all that reach for it ,
Let steel shrapnel shatter in the earth’s quiet bows , and landmines sleep,...
#earth
#religion
#war
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 00:20am
10th Nov 2024 00:20am
The Holy Land ...
A land soaked in red,
innocence lost to the storm,
peace choked by the blind.
Beneath this scorched sky,
young blood seeps into dry earth,
grief roots like a wild thorn.
Fears creep, voices fade,
swept by the biting winds' call,
hope turn drifting dust.
Who's right, who's wrong—will
that matter much when all's gone?
Just silence screams left.
innocence lost to the storm,
peace choked by the blind.
Beneath this scorched sky,
young blood seeps into dry earth,
grief roots like a wild thorn.
Fears creep, voices fade,
swept by the biting winds' call,
hope turn drifting dust.
Who's right, who's wrong—will
that matter much when all's gone?
Just silence screams left.
#war
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AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 6:10pm
9th Nov 2024 6:10pm
Echoes Of Sacrifice
when those brave heroes
bore arms for king and country
innocence was lost
the mustard gas crept
the grim reaper was there ~ to
collect the dead souls
seeping blood in mud
fertilising poppy weed
for rememberence
stark horrors of war
was the putrid remains ~ of
trusted brotherhood
true peace in our time
a fleeting concept ~ never
forget the fallen
honour in silence
with reverence the fallen
for they sacrificed
whispers of the past
echoes of the brave who...
bore arms for king and country
innocence was lost
the mustard gas crept
the grim reaper was there ~ to
collect the dead souls
seeping blood in mud
fertilising poppy weed
for rememberence
stark horrors of war
was the putrid remains ~ of
trusted brotherhood
true peace in our time
a fleeting concept ~ never
forget the fallen
honour in silence
with reverence the fallen
for they sacrificed
whispers of the past
echoes of the brave who...
#military
#senryu
#soldiers
#war
#memorial
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5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 7:40pm
8th Nov 2024 7:40pm
Porn makes the world go around
#freedom
#hate
#peace
#sex
#war
124 reads
13 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 9:17pm
5th Nov 2024 9:17pm
Remember, Remember
Bonfire Night is an ironic thing
at 400 years after the event
where a Gunpowder Plot had killed no king
and sabotage became Guido's lament
as the people had made it very clear
that a disruption to the status quo
based on violence and subsequent fear
wasn't the most discerning way to go
to carry heretofore the common law;
be the ancient regimes hip, hip, hooray,
or establishments of indolent blah
countermanding even a sunny day...
since rare indeed is the revolution
that fairly treats the wealth distribution!
at 400 years after the event
where a Gunpowder Plot had killed no king
and sabotage became Guido's lament
as the people had made it very clear
that a disruption to the status quo
based on violence and subsequent fear
wasn't the most discerning way to go
to carry heretofore the common law;
be the ancient regimes hip, hip, hooray,
or establishments of indolent blah
countermanding even a sunny day...
since rare indeed is the revolution
that fairly treats the wealth distribution!
#HumanRights
#inequality
#politics
#rebellion
#war
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