Best Bloodshed Poems

The sky is red by the blood being shed
The conscience of civilized world asleep
Where in the world is humanity being lead
Here is a corpse there is a throat cut deep

Vultures are feasting, dogs devouring
Devils dancing, angels clamoring
Monsters feasting, demons dancing
Guns tottering, weapons wielding

Is Muslim blood...

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Since It's very hard living in these 
days & times

I don't mean pick up a gun & gather 
a group to help you run

A campaign

Must be created & implemented 
with Thought & Education

Unless you rather spend your time 
behind bars in frustration

Without freedom of your...

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It gives me no pleasure to speak of blessings
when my country men lie.. where they were
struck by the enemy.. that enemy of mine..
who mocks my peoples progress and vision..

The enemy spied my vision and progress
so he sent his minions to wreck havoc..
spread terror in the...

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How sad is the day
when we celebrate the death of a man?
Good or evil, 
is justice so blind that it lets us know
wrong from right? 
You kill a man
but not an idea.
You celebrate a death,
you create more enemies.
Is there any justice done in killing
regardless of...

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Remembering the time of fragrance
Now everywhere spread is gloom
Vision is blur, nothing in vein
Flames are set by those insane...

Kids swayed under canopy's light
Their noise was sweet and sound
Now still is all let it move someday
As all has turned to burnt hay...

Every drop of tears are...

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This cold wretched war was too much for our waking nightmare to even compare, compare to the horrid bloodshed that ran deep into the ground as our men and women of this nation fell, fell too hard for our weak knees and diminished hopes to...

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Always there, something that I dread;
Tired of emotional bloodshed;
Tightens and unravels the thread
inside my head, inside my head;

Keeping a serene habitat,
grabbing a close friend for a chat 
quick to lower your thermostat;
Imagine that, imagine that....

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lone bugle laments
their bloodshed and sacrifice
ne’er forget their feat



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The blood that flows everywhere
It can also pass through your house
Holly with the fresh blood of little bones
Can also be played at your home
Whom these bloody beasts are squeezing
That skin may also be of your mother or sister
If you don't throw water on neighbor's fire
That...

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blood drops
falling skyward
and down again
causing pillars of blood
and dirt of maimed reddened figures
scattered across the land
the bloodshed continues
on sides of good
and of evil
pillars of skyward bloodshed
form.
...

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It was blood-red;
it should have been a pretty sunset
but it had a too open, too inflamed eye

It should have been spectacular,
yet that blood, it ran downwards,
it dripped into our own open eyes.

As we looked,
as we saw what the blood saw;
that silent voice of our hidden...

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The month of August brings with it memories of the Beirut blast. Beirut is once again under attack. I wrote this poem as a tribute. 

The Rape of Lebanon

My darling, Lebanon, do not be fooled
What they feel for you is lust and not love
You're scented...

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Lord, I know your love,
but show me Your justice.
I know the day will come
when probation is done,
and everyone will see
their eternal destiny
justice meted out in judgment reality...

I know, I know that day will come

But...what about now, Lord?
What about now?
What about the mothers who mourn
for their...

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Seventy five years to the day
Where the country celebrated 
And memories were made. 

A day of happiness when the news
Came through, cos emotions were high
But feelings were blue. 

Soliders lost friends, comrades they
Called family, our country remembers 
The sacrifice that they went through, 
the fear,...

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Borders are lines drawn in dust,
but the wails of war ride the wind—
no map can contain a scream.
War does not choose a side;
it is a fire that devours both hearth and forest.
One body may bleed,
but the other's soul turns to ash.

From far behind velvet curtains
and...

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