Best Barbwire Poems

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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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