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I Am An Anti War Creature
I am an Anti War Creature

War is no more
Like before
War is all that politicians adore
War is hate, blood and death we abhor
War is erasing earth’s core
War is closing life’s door
War kills innocence that you ignore
War is widening the gap between the four
The East, the West,...

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Categories: anti war, war,
Form: Ballade
Premium Member Anti-War Correspondent
At the start of the next war,
While the headlines scream "war, war, war",
Go fit a lens to your gun's barrel
And a reel of film in its magazine.
It would be a better war—don't you agree?—
If all the innocents soon to face your gun
Froze in a pose
Anticipating...

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Categories: anti war, peace, soldier, war,
Form: Free verse
Haiku Anti War
babies are buried
                                    now we are happy relaxed
  ...

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Categories: anti war, war,
Form: Haiku

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



An Anti War Rant.
I hate it being on point. 
My guts they go so tight. 
I don"t know what i"ll do, 
if i really have to fight. 

I creep along the path, 
the jungle is so dense. 
There is hardly any noise 
and the heat is so intense....

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Categories: anti war, warme, body, me,
Form: Rhyme
Bomb-Song
They taught us what to do if there's a bomb.
A big bomb.
A bomb they removed in a biopsy on a God
A big God
Scooped it out in armfuls from the body of a God
My God the blood hanging on the tresses where the speshes operated they
Taught...

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Categories: anti war, conflict, death, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The Attila In Me
"So how are you today, Hun?"
I always picture myself in terrible armor when I hear this.
The Attila in me wants to run her through with my sword.
I look behind the couch.
Not there.
I look under the couch.
No.
Could it be stuck on something?
I find the sword three...

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Categories: anti war, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse



War
Before the guns and bombs were made
the clubs and fists were swung
names for numbers now we trade
the senseless turned all numb

crumbled blocks broken down
create, destroy, rebuild
a three ringed circus paints a town
the crop gives up its yield

when fields demark a hospital
operations carry hope
what's kept for...

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Categories: anti war, conflict, peace, war,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Reflection on the Important Things