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Balkan Poems - Poems about Balkan


Premium Member Balkan Peacemakers
BALKEN PEACEMAKERS The freeze has brought them to a winters' night they' ve made themselves, forgetting what is right, and they can see their children cry but not a one will reason why, nor think upon enough to see the light. There's no repent for killing that's been done and no resistance to it going on, just hate on hate that only grows, the...

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Categories: balkan, peace, war, world,
Form: I do not know?
Premium Member Balkan Winter
BALKEN WINTER The freeze has brought them to a winters' night they' ve made themselves, forgetting what is right, and they can see their children cry but not a one will reason why, nor think upon enough to see the light. There's no repent for killing that's been done and no resistance to it going on, just hate on hate that only grows, the...

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Categories: balkan, angst, black african american,
Form: Iambic Pentameter



Premium Member Balkan Winter
BALKEN WINTER The freeze has brought them to a winters' night they' ve made themselves, forgetting what is right, and they can see their children cry but not a one will reason why, nor think upon enough to see the light. There's no repent for killing that's been done and no resistance to it going on, just hate on hate that only grows, the...

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Categories: balkan, angst, black african american,
Form: Imagism
Premium Member Balkan Winter
BALKEN WINTER The freeze has brought them to a winters night they' ve made themselves, forgetting what is right, and they can see their children cry but not a one will reason why, nor think upon enough to see the light. There's no repent for killing that's been done and no resistance to it going on, just hate on hate that only grows, the...

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Categories: balkan, angst, hate,
Form: Quatrain
Premium Member Balkan Refugees
BALKAN REFUGEES The smoke and guts come rolling through the hills obnoxious to the senses, life of death; exonerated from all debt and bills we stand, and try to find a second breath. All debits--liabilities are gone all burned to ashes drifting to the sky, and we can't stop, we must be moving on or we've been told, our time is now to...

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Categories: balkan, angst, life,
Form: Sonnet




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