Barbed Poems

The Rapture Of Barbed Wire

Lay me down in a field of barbed wire,
I’ll fulfill your noxious fantasy;
It is mine too; 

Let the messenger speak,
The broken arrows on your letter 
I assure you were received;

Now lay me down;
Pierce me the way you want to;
Let the scratches bleed me;

Mingling with our scarlet telepathy
desire marries us by blood oath;
Forever miscible;

Let your latent paroxysm indulge,
I assure you it’s rough healing;
Meant to rupture false rapture;

Lay me not onto petals
but barbed wire, this is noxious;
Your message is my fantasy too.

Barbed Wire

barbed wire fence
framing
summer field



posted on February 28, 2021

Barbed Wire Impressions -Visual 2

Dark eyes peer through freedom's grate
squinting in a spotlight glare
lost between a fear's folly
and bloody fingered courage

Escape - denied the body
freed the passion of the mind
a visage in the twilight
dark eyes challenging their fate

10/17/2020

IMPRESSIONS Poetry contest
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Barbed Flowers

Barbed Flowers.

I would write this all down to you
If i thought you could read.
If your hand didn't cast a shadow
on what i would author.
If only you had seen what i saw
that i can only chalk about now
but not here - afterall...

Listen? You can't do that one of two!
Not for yourself, not even momentarily.
Patently not for me nor for others,
not for our girls whom have ears
that listen and seesaw.
Your noisy darkness grasps the heart,
plays it like a theremin.

This is how i feel
when you feel the way you do...
like something always does.
Better left unseen, unheard, unread.
Put to rest the thread,
it comes unraveled
when the needle is unminded.

The scent of October,
it's windy fragrance,
i scribe this to myself.
Saptaparna etched in color.
Holding the muddle together
a little while longer... with rusted wire, 
I nurture beautiful barbed flowers.

Barbed Wire Triage

Little men will always invite
maelstroms of venom into your life.
They pleasure pithing vulnerable beings
never caring that a heart needs freedom to beat.

At their core, selfishness of the purist form
{however} 
you're not the cure and never will be. 
There's no balm for this color of rot, never will be.
but you're a fiery young, wide-eyed doe.
Until living strikes with barbed wire slaps to the soul.

I wish you and Mr. Little the very best.
Wish I could have steered you far far away. 
from that reef and those sirens in your head... 

Sometimes love needs to simply step aside, 
then offer loving triage till the bleeding finally subsides.

Barbed Wire

Everytime I move they dig deeper into my bleeding heart.
Ripping, tearing, gashes...
New scars become old scars, until you can't tell them apart.
And I'm left with shrapnel, cold, alone, and dark.
I'd do anything to make the bleeding stop.
But you can't put a tourniquet around your heart.
The only way to heal is another round of darts.
So naive, you think you'll win being honest from the start.
None of us are that smart.
It's all barbed wire around your heart.

Ode To My Barbed Wire-Wrapped Baseball Bat

Take me out to the kill people game
Turn me loose on the crowd
Give me some kidneys and backs to crack
I don't care who it is I attack
Let me bash, bash, bash as they scream loud
If they don't die it's a shame
Cuz it's one, two, three strikes you're dead
In the old kill people game.

The Barbed Butterfly

the barbed butterfly

she shimmied onto a barstool
looking for a nine to five reprieve
a fight or a night 
which ever came her way

black pencil skirt pulled up so far
jacket slung across the chair
says I don't care 
it's Friday.

g and t with a slice of lime
melts her 
slick cocoon.

Barbed Wire

In caged fury
 Many belong in a padded cell
 Now I have a great story to tell
 There once was a mission from a prison
 For two guys named Amos & Andy
 In carpenter class they stole a file
 At night they worked on the tile
 Although many days have passed
 They still had every reason to grasp
 A reason to escape call it fate
 Then one day Andy broke the tile block free
 Off went Amos and Andy
 Crawling through the corridor
 The pair managed to find a door
 It was then they saw the lights of freedom
 Slipping over the barbed wire
 Amos cut his foot
 Dripping blood he managed to make it to a nearby stream
 There he washed his wound clean
 So they went on there journey free
 Later Andy got busted for selling whiskey
 As for Amos he lived a life of a king down in Mexico
 Andy never told the authorites where his friend would be
 Another fast break from the penitentiary

Barbed Wire

When the barbed wire is rusted away
And the wooden huts have fallen to the earth
When the whistling wind no longer carries their cries
And the pitiful survivors as those also who tormented them

Have returned to the earth as the dust from whence they came 
Who will remember the vile injustices done to the Jews 
And those others whom didn't fit into Nazi ideology 
Go tell the world so that it will never happen again.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Behind the Barbed Wire

Behind the barbed wire

Behind the barbed wire a cherry tree blooms:
bustling petals in the land of death.
Behind the barbed wire a gradient runs
between the scent of flowers
and the omnipresent stench
of burning flesh
wafting from the crematory furnaces.

And I wonder:
if there are pillars of clouds by day
and pillars of fire by night
and loud cries
and pleading prayers,
then where is God ?
Where, behind the barbed wire?

Does he know about žthe walls of Treblinka
and Osvetim?
Does he know that Arbeit macht frei?
Does he know about the Final Solution and
forced labou
and the horror of the Holocaust Trains?
Is he, too, in the gas chambers
gasping for breath?
Is he, too, starving to death,
wishing nothing more 
than something to eat?
Is he, too, behind the barbed wire ?

And I wonder:
despite the machinery of brutal killing
in staccatto of bullets,
could they not kill humanity 
to the mass graves
could they not bury hope
Because cherry trees bloom
even behind a barbed wire.

Barbed Wire Horizon

Wind caresses like approaching death
last years wool trembling late
on rusting wire above the wall
little tortures of twisted fate

Standing on the narrowing road
I counted memories in my mind
touched by blade of rains revenge
not needed here, but there defined

Blue-grey cloud sailed on more
some reaching gently to touch the earth
its fingers wrought to kiss the grass
and rain from west and bitter north

I finally turned on down the lane
and buried my hands deeper still
the darkening sky is shallow cover
but devours the day for evening chill

Barbed Wire Around My Heart Barbed Wire Around My Lips

My heart bares many wounds
that will not heal
mementoes of lost love
and heartache time hasn't heeled
I have cried so many internal tears
that burned inside me
as deep as the deepest sea
but still no one understands
or knows the pain that festers deep inside me.

So I place barbed wire around my heart
and barbed wire around my lips
build a brick wall around me
that no one can strip.

I've raised the drawbridge locked the gate
being a loser in love
was my curse my fate.



''An old poem, the drawbridge is now down!.''



Peter Dome .copyright.2013. Dec.

Barbed Wire Ballad - (3)

Rusted wire against a tree, year by year recedes
The countless rings of outer bark enwrap the wire within.
I mark the circles choking me.  I’m taut, stretched thin.
Thus Time is so absorbing me. Consumed. The oak tree feeds.

Barbed Wire

It cut, I bled
It spoke, I listened
It commanded, I obeyed
It laughed, I wept

Dirty things were done to me
All painful and all true
My body became a battlefield
My mind split into more than a few

Meanness, nastiness, anger and rage
Toppled me over, time and time again
Weapons formed, used against me
Oh my mind so torn, lured me to the insane

Taken for granted, used and tossed aside
What was wrong with me?
Quiet, stilled from the pain
Screaming, yelling on the inside

Years the disease roamed within
Took me for a ride, round and round
Let me out, take me off
Remove these chains keeping me bound

Stars shine, moon glows
Father’s hand has touched my soul
Standing near, watching close
Fills my heart with His heavenly host

Raising me up, renewing my mind
Releasing the spirits, tormenters no more
Casting them down in a pit of fire
No more cutting, no more barbed wire

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