Violence Beach Poems | Violence Poems About Beach
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This expanse of land has seen things.
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.
This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand.
It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon.
This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.
Copyright © Tyler Kisner | Year Posted 2013
On The Beach
Imagine walking on a beach after you finish school. Enjoying time alone. Happy that your studies are going well. In your own little world. Then they come for you. Snatch you off the beach. Take you to their boat and kidnap you. You've never been so scared. Not knowing what's happening or why. Little do you know, you won't see Japan again. Enemy soldiers came for someone. They found you. They need Japanese citizens to teach spies the language. But you don't want to do this. You go crazy. Not in anger but mentally. Your 'life' there doesn't work out. Your fate is bad. 'Suicide' by drug overdose. Your body thrown into a pit with others. A terrible fate. North Korea did this to you. And to many more who are missing.
Copyright © nick armbrister jimmy boom semtex | Year Posted 2015
"I see black clouds ma’am
Above dat baby’s head.
You should feed it poison
Or twenty years
You gonna be dead."
"You a lyin’ ass, Gypsy!
You a cheat an’ a fraud."
So she packed up her baby
An’ took him to de Lawd.
"You gotta put him up fer adoption!
This baby is cursed.
Don’t ever bring him back to this church!"
TWENTY YEARS LATER
"Mother of two killed dead-
Twenty year old son
Bash woman with hammer
Seven times in head."
Gypsy came to the funeral
Sat next to a woman in mourning.
"Dat one Pretty baby, the Gypsy said.
Do you no mind if I feel her head?"
Poet M.e. Gypsy Blues 2017
Copyright © Poet M.e. | Year Posted 2017