Violence Dream Poems | Violence Poems About Dream
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~Don’t Fall ~
Yet another restless night
Bad dreams every other hour
I turn on the light hoping
It will calm me down
Yet it takes me back in time
And there he stands
Like a shadow in the night
Naked as can be
Laughing an evil laugh
As he says to me
Mio Piccola Puttana
I can’t let him get to me
So please teardrops
I look into the mirror
I see that pasty skin
Paired with double chins
I think to myself starving won’t Even get the fat off
I feel so defeated yet still
I tell myself
Looking for a way out
I feel like I am stuck inside my Past
Reliving every moment
One after another
It feels like it is happening all over Again
I feel the tears in my eyes so I say
Now I can see him in the faces of Strangers
I feel so alone and out of place
I still force myself to get up each Day
Even though I want to hide
It is such a struggle
Day after day
And to add to the pain
I have to make sure those
If you touch me I might break
If you are hear to see me
Please don’t hurt me
That I wouldn’t be able to take
Know that I am like a dam ready To break
So if you were to hug me
Hold my hand or touch me
In any other comforting way
This dam may break
And there won’t be any telling
Now here is the story of a restless young man
Who dreamed of fighting in South Vietnam.
He’d learned about war in the comics he’d read
And he knew in his heart that for this he’d been bred.
As soon as it came up, the lads eighteenth year
He went off to enlist for an army career.
He saw some old major and he sat for some tests
Then the shrink and the doctor saw him with the rest
Of those gallant young fellows that wanted to fight
And give to their country the force of their might.
When all this was over it was late in the day
So feeling elated he for home made his way.
About two weeks later a letter arrived
And reading it’s message his spirits raised high.
For he’d been accepted a soldier he’d be
And the feel of the message did fill him with glee.
He had to front up in a couple of days
And then for Kapooka he’d be on his way.
Ten weeks in Kapooka it taught him a lot
He learned to make war and leave bodies to rot.
He was taugh how all commies just murdered and lied
And that he and his country had God on their side.
And that no sacrifice could be too great to make
And it’s an honour to die for a great country’s sake.
His training all over he joined a Platoon
He’d made Infanteer he’d be fighting soon.
It was off to corp training to learn even more
About all of the goodies that go with a war.
He kept seeing his image all tough, mean and strong
For he was a fighter and this was his song.
It was just eight months later that his posting came through
He was off to the jungles, his dream had come true.
Well his plane soon arrived at that sad Nui Dat
Where he first heard the guns as their missiles they spat.
He was fearful at first but he soon became calm
These guns were on his side they’d do him no harm
A month or two later he’s out on patrol
As tail end Charley He’s playing the role
They were deep in the scrub with peace all around
Then the air came alive with this terrible sound.
He felt himself falling “Lord is this a dream”
He asked as he heard he his God awful scream.
He lay there not hurting but sensing the worst
As he felt all around where his stomach had burst.
Where once it was firm gaped a warn sticky hole
It seemed that again war had taken it’s toll.
It seemed like a nightmare, a terrible dream
As the medic assured him that it weren’t like it seemed.
He sensed the black silence and quickened with fear
For man stands alone when his end it be clear.
Then something within him gave way to great peace
As his wisdom did whisper that all things must cease.
Then the great mother came, took him gently away
From that place of man’s anger where a body did lay.
A true story of a friend of mine who died in Vietnam written in 1975....Peter
Through and through though more to do-
A thousand thoughts to misconstrue!
Too long I've waited, too sad and sedated
To live a lie I declare is true...
And so it seems that in my dreams
I bathe myself in Moonlight beams
That light the night, turn black to white
And will slit my throat at any means!
cold caused fatigues
the colors of a life
silenced behind the continuous intrigues
each step a mile
distance a dream
the color-blinded wet eyes
no longer hiding a huge courageous smile
all valiant steps
capture free miles
each stage a victory
beyond that wooden and iron spiderwebs
closed that hateful gate with a resolute slap
ahead a new colorful life to unwrap
© Ellie Daphne
Such pain foretold.
Women of old,
As fears unfold.
Burning, cracking, the earth splits apart.
Warning, oh warning of my poor breaking heart.
Losing love as it fades into black,
Splitting the earth with fiery cracks.
The starless sky, filled with ash,
For magma bursts through a glowing red gash.
Such fear, unknown, what are you saying.
Please I need to know what the future doth hold, I’m begging, I’m praying.
Am I decaying?
No more, let me sleep.
I do not know?
Blood stained eyes
Gaze upon innocents sleeping form,
Spoils the promise of blissful slumber
As naive eyes twitch with dreams
Of purity and grace
Guides twisted hands
Towards violent deeds
Warm sweet breath
Exhales from un-kissed lips,
Wet with remembrance and anticipation
Of life’s wonders yet to be lived
From now waken eyes,
As an incestuous destruction
Of one’s self is committed
And the very soul of god
Is ripped from the now ruined vessel
Of what was once,
Innocent’s sleeping form.
In the narrow world of your dream home
I’m a suspicious and a cryptic man
Thoughts and feelings born in my mind
How could I plainly explain to whom you doesn’t listen
Your concrete hopes burst neither reasonable reason
My abstract dreams sway in humanity means
A center to meet together disturbs traumatic ignorance
How would find our desires to fulfill at the key lost entrance
I never oppose you to sink in your world you wish to do so
You never bear my abstract world that fight for better so
Since I live in your frame, I’m a prisoner of suffer so
The great wall that is built, blindly life, I suppose so
Mistrust grows and conflict hurts forever we realized
Disgust studs, space arrest us time not allowed
Revenge in darkness behaves hands with bomb aimed
Cuffs in hands of hearts in moral cry that never hoped
Udaya R. Tennakoon