Battlegrounds Poems - Poems about Battlegrounds

... A slow burn at first, a simmering resentment in the gut, like a banked fire refusing to be extinguished. A whisper of injustice, a flicker of wrong. Then the fanning of the flames, each reco......

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... Skin, a map of histories untold, a spectrum painted, in stories old. But eyes, they narrow, judge, and then they claim, a difference forged, in prejudice's flame. Words, like stones, ......

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... Their names have become hollowed out husks blown about the graveyards of history. Emperors who once claimed divine favour and the imprimatur of the gods now seem profane, despotic caricatu......

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...I begin the day Arguing what I need to say Fleeing battlegrounds Missing you when I ask for more And you stepped away Asking where did you go today? I am seeing visions of shadows in my mind T......

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...I am a tempest of words, aching to burst forth. (Years of structured lessons simmer beneath my skin.) The most important thing is that I'm drowning in metaphors. Being a poet shapes reality, an......

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...Poetry’s spoken armor repels the pointed spear warding off tomorrow’s scars enemies in fear Each word thus protected as phrases form anew to vanquish what the darkness brings — new battlegroun......

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...Always a citizens greet Pleasure to always meet Towns and Cities Southern dialect witty Freight trains through the state Visits no hesitate Mountains and Trees surround Voices echoes heard fro......

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...Preface: On February 4, 1861, the seven states that had seceded by this point convened and created the Confederate States of America under the leadership of Jefferson Davis. Just under two m......

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...The Ancient Odyssey of clubs to bombs from red ochre handprints on cave walls to the destroyer of worlds is a long-traveled road with the wormy flesh of war and blood-soaked fields where w......

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...Daybreak and I've managed it again, putting myself together from all the parts left strewn across my sleep. I seem to fit into myself so well, a glance in the mirror confirms the features a......

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...Tough Your back is brittle, like time-greyed oak, Curved like a bow, The string constantly tight and ready. The glare from your eyes: Like cold steel. The things that you do, Always secure......

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...Childhood crept through those long summer days when the smell of pine hung in the hot air. Deep in the shadows of that besieged acre, heaven and hell played out a lethal game in what crawled,......

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...--Ashtray's Mistakes-- Prehistoric defibrillating battlegrounds. The memorial, obviously unpleasant. Entrapped in the know how, detrimental reimbursement. Sundried; like the corpse of a mo......

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...Every wrinkle tells a story, In his frail old hands, A lifetime of battles, As he walked this land. Behind his tired eyes, Secrets are hidden away, Memories of conflicts he fought in, Where h......

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...Whatever stirs the tips of copper and urges buds to swell comes with the suns expanding heat, a welcome spring induce, for the urge is now returning from survivors of the winter to prepare accompl......

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