Best Battlefield Poems

In sandy dunes on my back I lie
Dreaming of warm beaches, blue sky
And a girl named Lorelei
On memories I fly 
War seen from on high
I vow to try
Not to cry
As I
Die



Written November 5, 2019
For the Rhyming Nonet contest....

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(The final utterance and testament
of a fallen comrade. Belfast 1979)

He
never knew
till he laid there naked.
(A withering heap of travesty.)
How blue the sky
how green the grass,
each tiny blade reminiscent
of a gentle touch from a bygone age.
Each wound on fire,
yet a confound complement
to a burning passion
of a...

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Achingly, I watch as you frequently fall
For the idyllic notion of unconditional love
The dream, the desire, the fantasy
Drawn, inexplicably, to the potent flame
Of one who ignites the spark
You learn from her, confide in her
Losing yourself
As she reheats each chamber of your tepid heart.
You feel safe...

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tiny steps
inched forward
towards the line
tiny hands
reaching
through shadows
on the other side
was death
...she survived

teenage strolls
tempting fate
with screeching brakes
she flew wingless
through night's air
...she survived

adulthood fears
lurked in shadows
of darkness
hands grabbing
through the fog
she was lifted
staring barrels down
felt the pierce
of blades
pressing
rage of minds
exploding
a shattered heart
...she survived

climbing life's hill
a weakened heart
in slow...

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It starts with an unforgettable roaring sound,
Like nothing I'd heard before.
There's people and protection all around,
while my feet slide on the cold hard floor.

Armed with only one simple twig, 
And two knives strapped to my feet.
I move forward like a ravenous rig,
Never slowing or missing...

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Love is a battlefield
I lost the battle

Love conquers all
including me…


Title and first line taken from the song ‘Love is a Battlefield’ by Pat Benatar
Submitted for: PD’s contest ‘Any Poem Under Five Lines’...

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As I stand in a empty street,
Uncontrollably out of my mind.
As the demons rise,
Returning to take back there,
So called pride. 
Don't see why I even tried.
There all way to fried ,
In there own state of mind.
Stepping into the shadows ,
As da voices get louder ,
Waiting...

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Boots with an automatic weapon standing up, and a helmet on top…
Yes, this bronze statue begs your attention.
This was once a young boys dream few thought would come to fruition.
Now a Bronzed Battlefield Cross standing on exposition.
It represents 2 years work from Raymond Wilson to...

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Come on brain 
Lets do this *****
Conjure these flows 
So I can to spit 
Not no dumb dumb 
Something they can feel me with
Something hard never soft 
Something tight 
Right from the top 
Come on come on 
Yep
Entire nations
Move to motivation 
And to battle stations...

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As a moth attracts to a flame,
 I became; blinded by his blaze.
Leaving me wounded and dazed, 
On the battle Ground is where we remain.
Leaking trust like a weak bladder,
Discharging accusations like violent explosions, of gunpowder.
Not believing in the love, I have for him,
Leaving Blood...

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The disciple Paul said to remain steadfast while waiting for the return of Christ
He said to hold yourself sober and upright and dwell in God's light

Today when I look at society I am somewhat dismayed
That we are in a spiritual battle each and every day
Fighting...

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Spindle time as sowing illusions
Drowning in a sea of images
The measures that raise life seconds
Human is the animate doll who conquered the presence

Life from the past back to the present
From the present for the future
Turnover outlined by destiny
Like an hourglass that acts as a reciprocal...

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It was hard to imagine what the scenery had looked like
prior to the fighting. Now it was a waste land of chaos and destruction,
as far as the eye could see. When taking a closer look, one could see
trenches everywhere...with soldiers seemingly shoulder to shoulder...
with exhausted...

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If love is a battlefield


When sarcastic words 
are launched
like glass hand grenades
Shattering your dignity, 
you're bruised,
battered and afraid

When coming home 
fills you with a
dreadful trepidation
When your words 
walk on eggshells
trembling in expectation

When every word 
you utter, puts you
in imminent danger
When the man you said 
you'd...

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A thought born from rage, 
A decision made in haste. 
An action performed out of anger 
As a precious heart’s laid to waste 

Trembling lips blow out smoke 
From the fatal shot of words spoken, 
As the sanctity of ones promise 
Is left shattered and...

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