Barbwire Poems - Poems about Barbwire

A butterfly on barbwire Those hearts piercingly maim. In so giving the sharpest twinge To Freedom's withheld pain....

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I don't know when the crying ended or how deep the barbwire was buried I didn't even know how far it extended I found it, running away from the Rhubarb Almost lost wanting to be free from one home to the next house The next house was an old lady The next house was at the edge of the woods All...

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all the girls bring one cigarette discuss pain,drink gin going back to school day....

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I toss and turn because i can not sleep. I think its because my barbwire dreams. I fell them tearing into my flesh. Its like I am breaking through a wired mess. It seems it is slowly closing in around me. It slowly pulls me deeper in. I hate these dreams of hate. I hate them because i know there memories....

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We had started preparing dinner, but when I told her they were grazing out back, she wanted to go see them for herself. I folded the dishtowel and put dinner on hold. I suggested we take scraps ...

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(This is a fictional poem) Old man Smith has a sign that says not to trespass. I crawled under his barbwire fence and it pricked my ass. That darn fence also ripped off my pants. My legs got covered with about two hundred ants. They climbed up my underwear and started biting my ass. They all ran to the ground when...

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We awoke to the crack of rifle fire, With mortar rounds hitting the ground near by. The flying shrapnel was absorbed by sand bags, Which saved lots of us who wished not to die. The hot spent shell casings fell to the ground As the VC charged our fortified hill. We killed so many the stench made us...

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