Grovel for blood, grovel for blood you bastards
Hunger for bodies of innocent children and flee
Amidst webs of mayhem you throw the world asunder
“Zionists we are, all so powerful, all so free!”
And again the injustice of war compels me
To speak in anger and utterly be
I am sorry fellow poets if harshness comes with words
But the news gives me not any joy, not any glee
For the people of Palestine are now in torture
And all I can do is watch Ghaza fall to become debris
Copyright © farah chamma | Year Posted 2009
LIGHTING a candle for those who have died
A most thoughtful and kindly request done, since lighting a
CANDLE is the least, we can do,
FOR those who have sacrificed their life and all, so
THOSE of us can live in a better place.Let's remember those
WHO have died in all the wars, who,
HAVE fought so bravely in the name of peace & freedom and
DIED.Let's never forget it and so let's pray for World peace.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2014
T hose beautiful little girls you tried to kill
A s they waited in their school van at the end of the day
L ive another day to remind you, once again, you've failed!
I n terrible suffering, yet they shine for the whole world to see
B e it known, innocent blood cries for better tomorrows
A nd like the dust beneath the feet of these little ones
N ever will you rise to the heights for which you murder to attain!
Copyright © Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2012
Can you imagine our beautiful world without war
Our life's would be so peaceful and tranquil
Until the end of time war will exist, I think
Rest in peace all you brave, courageous fighters
An affair of honor, bravery and valor was yours
Games of strategy, like a game of chess, war games
Every flag waver proud of country and military
In surprise attacks the dead lay broken and shattered
So, a thousand years of history taught nothing
An adventure for the young, no just a power game
Beyond weapons and strategy is raw reality
Evil military battles raging in so many lands today
To the war dead we say thank you, thank you
Thank you for sacrificing your life for us and peace
Every war is about bodies, the more the better
Resolving a war is pretty much impossible, I think
Will war never end in our lifetimes, doubtful
On television we see it roaring on endlessly
Really war is the dumbest way to resolve a dispute
Dead military men and women- we grasp you to our hearts
December 19, 2015
For the contest, _____________is a better word
Sponsor, Verlena S. Walker
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015
W eeping fills the hangar as his casket is brought out,
E mbraced by Old Glory's colors, a fitting soldier's shroud.
L oved one's hearts are shattered, future hopes, dreams are crushed;
C omrades in arms salute him, adding a bittersweet touch.
O verwhelming grief consumes those left behind,
M eaningless words, platitudes spoken to be kind.
E arnest tales of bravery told of him who died.
H eavy with emotion, a nation shares regrets,
O ffering condolences to those who won't forget.
M any a brave soldier has been welcomed home this way.
E nding future ventures, they've come home to stay.
Entered in Susan Burch's Little Viewed Jewels contest.
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2011
When two choose each the other
Having decided this, their fate
A bond, a pledge, a vow replaces
That which, unchosen, cannot wait
Even when it requires a warrior resolute,
Vitality deathless, and sacrifice continuous,
Eternal must the pledge be, or
Risk betrayal's scourge sinuous.
It is at the pit, against the fiery horde
That Absalom dulls the finest sword
This is what it takes to stand at my side
Antagony to injustice is my cause
Knell my soul to abandon, divide
Eidetically my failure would resound, preside
Sorcerous dreams expounding my flaws.
Indebted to peace, yet still facing war
Soliloquy sweet, punished yet more.
When the lashes pernicious slander my spirit
Have you the stamina to fight weaponless, naked?
Ardently ask the goddess Irit
That throughout the nightmare, you survive unwakéd?
Impassioned, immortal, immoderate, rhetorical
Would you, could you, if so, should you?
Illusion or real, my fight is defense
Leave destruction behind
Lose selfish pretense
Give willingly blood to the unjust blow
Impatiently wait the night for the dawn
Vicious dark creatures attack love's glow
Effervescent, they dissolve at the light, and pass on.
Because violence feeds violence, and hate cannot withstand love's rapture.
Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2015
M isemployments historically abound,
I nterestingly enough, where no politicians are found.
S light of hand and twist of fact,
E nergies are wasted on the wrong tract.
M ost often there’s an underlying cause,
P reaching its’ worth won’t get any applause.
L essining the risk has no economic appeal,
O thers try repeatedly to obscure the deal.
Y ears go by with ever increasing investment,
M any troops are lost by political impressments.
E nter NOT some rhyme or reason,
N otwithstanding might be accusations of treason.
T here is one axiom to be used in order to win,
S urely we should remember, it’s harder to get OUT than IN!
For the acrostic challenge contest.
This in no way should cast any aspersions of our brave men and women in service.
God bless them all!
Copyright © John Trusty | Year Posted 2011
W ayfaring soldiers on both sides believing the other to be depraved
A trocities crucifying unborn generations
R uinous idealisms exchange catastrophic pleasantries
Copyright © Abe Lopez | Year Posted 2009
Grave is where you lie
Remembering who you are
Attributes you instilled in me, guided fleets
Fought in World War II
Agonizing pain from cancer
Tried to hold on to you
Home back to God you went
Eternally peaceful as can be
Respectfully loving all you were for me
Copyright © Lauren Smith | Year Posted 2014
[MILITARY PHILOSOPHY]: METTLE IS A BETTER WORD OR TERM!
Might strength along with an image be a concept to consider?
Else, to be strong is considered to be mighty.
Tapping into another’s reserve is a way to achieve an advantage.
The test of fate is allowed.
Like acquiring power from a source of pleasure.
Easy seen when you win.
Inoculate your fortress to be invincible.
Surface your mind to ruminate stratagem.
Absolute absorption of the power you possess.
Be of focus and conquest.
Engage your thoughts and emerge with invigorating ideas.
Trade show your heavy artillery to those you trust.
Take away knowledge to acumen the estate.
Establish an institution of today.
Respond when required even if vulnerability is present.
Wage efficaciously for thorough use of all resources.
Ornate to eradicate poor will.
Ruminate the home front amply.
Defeat downfall and roar once again.
Obstinate for thorough insight.
Resist when in question.
Time efficaciously for thorough use of all resources.
Edify to educate poor will.
Ruminate the home front amply.
Muddle downfall to roar once again.
Written December 15, 2015!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015
I was dead the day I was born
She looked straight into my eyes; as she sat right across me
I could see fear right through her, as she mumbled with the thought of my vicious actions
Trying so hard to understand how did I become such an animal overnight
An “A” student abdicating life due to life sorrow daily incidence
I burst out loud behaving like this is a big buffoon and replied
”I was dead the day I was born”
Its amazing how one angel can transmute into Lucifer
So horrifying like witnessing a saint transforming into a zombie
How a GURU can incline to prostitute tendencies with no remorse
As she fell on her knees with tears hopelessly growling kissing the floor
I could smell blood coming out from her wounded heart as she said silently
“Forgive them lord for they don’t know what they doing”
I giggled out loud with anger written all over my scar, scary face
As I perpetrate the idea that what kind of a loving parent that abandon the world for so long
The parent that left even unborn babies striving to survive life termination
The war survivors thrown on the streets self-catering on the dustbins
“I guess heaven have its people and I’m definitely not one of them”
For I WAS DEAD THE DAY I WAS BORN
Compiled by: Sphelele Brian Aubrey Ngubo (P.F)
Copyright © Sphelele Ngubo | Year Posted 2015
Firecracker - a paper or cardboard cylinder filled with an explosive and having a fuse, for discharging to make a noise.
Firethe Southern sergeant shouts to the boys behind him
In unison, we live or die together, light the fuse. The enemy
Rises up from behind a rocky outcropping
Effectively blocking the allied advance. Shrapnel
Crescendos from the jeeps in the rear, cutting down
Riflemen not killed instantly by the attack.
Another night passes, nightmares replay the
Carnage of a war un-won, I see the bodies of friends
Killed in the name of God. Every dead man
Earnestly left life not knowing if
Right was truly in their
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2015
Little babies are born
Into a world that has a
Vicious, 'Dog eat dog!'
Long days pass
Amid the chaos of war.
Ugly scars mar beauty, while
Gaiety is almost non-existent.
How can life be so cruel?
Listen to the call for peace, to
Visualize a better life, where
Everyone lives, laughs, and loves.
Copyright © Virginia Mitchell | Year Posted 2010
A nymph and her daughter
Pause to refresh
Two caught in polite conversation
Like the admiring tenant.
Yet whatever happened (shivers)
To the beautiful day?
As two or three fingers
Dance together forming words
Another thought is played
Set In drifting time
We two four
As two for
Running on in pensitivity
Longingly in trapped rapt melencholy
Needless heedless wasted lives
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2012
Grit beneath my feet of strength
Death within a win
To be awarded a metal
In the eyes of sin
My heart is now purple
Ever bleeding red
Nonsense of Pride
Developed in a wars crime
A man whom is not on the field
Never placing his hand on the trigger
Dapples on the grid
Smiling for your lose is his win
Tempered in a flag
Rising up a post
Numbers in which Climb
Grief in a family's cry
Grit is a better word for Character
Rendering Star Spangled Banner
In God we Trust
The Home of the brave!
Copyright © Tiffany Diaz | Year Posted 2016
F or each life lost a mother grieves
U ntil the last shot is fired she will never sleep.
T ears will fall as we count the cost.
I ll winds blow as the war goes on.
L ove must prevail for peace to win
I t must stay strong to make evil give in.
T ime ticks by with each life snuffed out.
Y et no lessons are learned as the enemies shout
O f rights and power,
F orce and might,
W illing the other to acknowledge they are right.
A lways remember that for each life lost
R emains a nation counting the cost.
Copyright © Helen J Radford | Year Posted 2009
R APING FREEDOM
R UINING THE LIVES OF
I NNOCENT PEOPLE
Eric (and sometimes not)
*In case this does not display correctly, you have to read the word TERRORISTS vertically
and then read the rest horizontally to see what the word means*
Copyright © Eric Nolan | Year Posted 2009
Yesterday is gone, too late for regrets
All memories of the past locked away
My hopes and fears joining them
Troubles I have had like most, happiness
Seemed to be just a dream from the past
So few of them have survived, once
Far from here I was carefree until you went
Away to war, the news came, lost in action
Now I dwell in the past with locked memories
It seems no point when I no longer can share them
Looks of love from others all around me
As if to taunt me, reminding me of you
Though it is a lovely day my heart weeps a single tear
They're one of many that never manages to fall
Here in my eyes they remain burning hot scalding me
To be with you once more just once to hold you
Stay my heart screams, do not go, do not leave me
Oh how can this be, such terrible pain rips at me
I hear a knock on the door and he is there saying
Believe in me my love, I told you I would return
In your heart you knew I was alive, I am back safe
Yesterday is over, the war won and our life moves on
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014
Copyright © Kelly Zakerski | Year Posted 2009
A fter school play was always a given,
F or there were so many others to play with.
I was part of the "Boomer" generation...
E verything came so easy to us.
L ater, in my studies, I became interested in History,
D elving into the watershed moment of WW II.
O nce I started reading a book on it, I could not put it down.
F reedom, I thought, was just another dictionary word.
W hen I began to look more closely at what it cost,
H ead and Heart started to see that period more clearly.
I realized that there was so much more to it than
T he names of places where battles were fought,
E numerated in the books I read and films I watched.
C an you imagine a World at War,
R educing the lives of so many to give us the freedom we enjoy?
O nce I traveled to Hawaii and visited the Punch Bowl Cemetery.
S eeing the graves of some who fought in that war
S eeing the cost of my freedom...in that Field of White Markers.
E very time now when I think of "The Greatest Generation",
S ome tears well up, for my freedom's humble veneration.
This is an ACROSTIC.
To my knowledge, there is no set rhyme scheme or required number of lines or syllables. What the form must have, however, is a word or thought spelled out by
using the first letter of each successive line, which summarizes the meaning of the poem.
This is one of my favorite forms for several reasons. It is difficult to write a concise poem in this form. It is thought provoking for the writer to keep on point.
It is much easier for the reader to understand the writer's intent by the Vertical word/s spelled out by the first letter of each line. The subject can be short or long, serious or funny, or just nonsense. It does, however, make you work at it.
by: Dan Cwiak
for the contest: Poetry Writing #1
sponsor: Broken Wings
Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2015
Ancient science launches research towards new technology
Learning new disciplines to increase the power of their patron
Creating new magics; generating spendable gold from lead
Hinting at greater knowledge hidden in the realms of men
Evolving sciences increase the expertise of kingdom soldiers
Machines, potions and tactics to defeat enemies of the king
Yesterday's mysteries leading the world toward today's reality
Copyright © Steven Gadberry | Year Posted 2010
T he story of two brothers who fought for their country,
A ll wars did they fight with valour to victory,
L ife did give them honour and ranks,
E nd of the day life gave them only sorrows and regrets.
Copyright © Allen Danie | Year Posted 2013
Resolve our problems in peace.
Copyright © juan onate | Year Posted 2009
Justice must see day in all situations
Universe is calling to those with ears
Society must listen and understand
Too many times, much is said no one hearing
Invisible attention in action
Creating and promoting hypocrisy
Enough is Enough, Justice must Reign!
Copyright © Justice Chikandamina | Year Posted 2011
Cops are the state in uniform
Umpires bribed to play the devil's game
Law compromised by blind norm
Police that brings democracy to shame
Revenue and bribe are human flaws
Interdict this justice and free the poor
Trodden down by the oppressors'cause.
Shame on your silence, your dinner of gore!
Is this revenge for tresspassing at a tree
Or for the cross our fee
I am not candidate for earth's mystery
My solution is no more misery.
What have we become, have gone back
To the primeval night
The bruising dungeon and the gory rack?
So much of trust in flight
From policemen doing political cleansing
And tending lame excuse
The curriers of the guns are pretending
The law inflicts on us abuse.
There goes the wachman, there goes crime
The killer killing all the time.
Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2012
It began as a struggle many years ago
The struggle that only the brave fought for years
It was the dream to them
A dream they wanted to leave for their young
It is today that make the accomplishments of their fight
The fight that thousands sacrifice their lives for
It is today where a free man wanders on earth fearlessly
Today their dream has manifested
As the dawn has come to a nation
A nation that has grown from strength to strength
He walks with his head held up high
Happiness covers his pure innocence
He is a free man of South Africa
Black as coal and strong as the lion
This is the land of all people who lives
And share great history together.
This is the country filled with wonderful people
I love my country
Copyright © Zakhe Michael Mcunu | Year Posted 2014
Words by: Afolobi Muideen
Being alive is war
We often pray not to die young
Yet battle upon battle
we live our lives in destitution
We stretch arms to feed
yet we are part of the global world;
We are unable to sleep
warm, with our love ones
We sleep where we are as the day roughens,
a terrible life indeed;
We accept our destiny
with optimism, for a better future.
Here's a few comments by members of soup towards this poem
"Wish one day you will sleep in peace comfort & love" Arthur
"Being alive is war, I can't agree more on that first line" Skat
"Positive energy gives us the will to move forward" Nette
"It's important not to lose hope in face of adversity" Mystic
"Optimism is a most important value for a better future" Leonora
"A powerful poem on the times of our reality" Cherl
We are the hopers that need to rise above
And give ourselves and others a chance
Repeat kindness share a meal forgive try to forget and mend
Because war, leaves it's scars
But the soul with a little love can win it out, by far....
Thanks you Afolabi Muideen
For your treasured poem
Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2015
Pernicious weapons shall not devastate
An unvanquishable nation, an indestructible state
Lust for blood rips thousands’ bodies apart
Each slaughtered by a master of slaying art
Salvaged from inhumanity of humankind
They rise to Heaven for eternal peace of mind
Into the air, their invincible spirits float
“Never give up”, with their blood they wrote
Eternity will witness the victory we await
Copyright © Sarah M. | Year Posted 2010
I've notice how our eyes always seem to meet. No matter how many are in a room my eyes always seemed to find yours.
I've tried hard to ignore my feelings, but the harder I tried to fight it, the more it became a losing battle.
I finally stopped fighting and the war was over.
Copyright © Thea Lazenby | Year Posted 2013
Wrestling with his conscience
Abstaining from verbal exchange
Regretting his words
Offended by obscenities
Forgetting his ticket
What is happening now?
Obnoxious little men
Rallying in no mans land
Spasmodic verbal abuse.
Related to the football match:
Copyright © Hazel Connelly | Year Posted 2012