Best Ceasefire Poems
Hands across a table
Ceasefire agreed
The dove of peace sings
For a day,two maybe.
Then a shot
A child lay dead.
A mother weeps
The dove flies away.
Hands across a table
Ceasefire agreed.
The wives wail for their fallen husbands' embrace,
The children's tears fall on their mothers' lifeless face,
Men beg for mercy from soldiers in the fray,
I weep, powerless to save them from this dismay.
Displaced and far from home,
Amidst the rubble, they're forced to roam.
Decaying remains of neighbors near,
A haunting sight that fills hearts with fear.
It's not just recovery they seek,
But survival, amidst chaos and bleak.
Innocent bones, a painful sight,
Desperate pleas for bread, day and night.
The children of olive trees weep, pleading the world for aid,
Their cries echo until they are silenced at last.
How many lives must be lost before we call it what it truly is, I ask
Not a conflict, but a genocide that’s paid.
The indigenous of the land nourish the earth with their tears
Their innocence shattered, dreams consumed by fears.
The planes fly above them, with terror in their eyes
One last breath until their light dies
The Arab nations, their laughter echoing from afar,
We watched fantasy films, cheering for the resistance star.
But when confronted with reality, we're labeled as siding with terror,
A narrative that seeks to silence and undermine, an unjust error.
Let the world hear their cries, their pain, and their plea,
To end the genocide, to set Palestine free.
May justice prevail, and peace be restored,
In Gaza, where tears flow, their spirits soar.
Fire, fire, countless fires
Fire of hate that nobody admires
Fire that hurts, maims and kills and innocent victims
Fire that burns, cremates and destroys many buildings
Fire that is misused
Fire that is diffused
Countries with more firepower rule
A gangster with a heavy fire is used as a fool
As a deadly instrument or tool to bully
To murder and to eliminate potential enemies
Fires of hate, fires of hell that kill families
Fire, fires, uncontrollable fires on the sea
Fire, natural fires in California
Fire, deadly fires in Gaza
More fire, more power, more firepower
More power, more fire and more back-asswards power
Fire in the kitchen to cook gourmet food, delicious dinner
At the fancy cocktail hour
That’s my kind of fire, that’s good fire
Fire, fire, and ceasefire! Nobody wants war
Because war is hate, war is hell at the bar
War is nothing but an evil fire
War is not a game. War is not natural
War is a disaster. War is a man-made hell
War is a waste of human lives and resources
More water to kill all of fires and all sources
The world needs good fire to protect the environment
The world wants peace throughout the continent
God created One World, One People and One Race
And man invented division and many races in this space
Man created nepotism, money, hate, envy, discrimination
Terrorism, color, greed, betrayal, suffering and corruption
Fire, fires, ceasefire! We need rain, more water to quench the fire
We need Love to annihilate hate and more love to fire
The evil leaders that are destroying our World, our Universe
We want Peace and good fire for our World, for Our Universe.
Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
its my turn,
its your turn
everyone
is on the run
"am the don".....
"am next to none"
the sun long gone...
the fun is hung
houses - they burn
families - they mourn
curfews - dusk till dawn,
gloomy on the "morn"
less ado 'bout the battles we've won
and the war cloths we've worn
let bygones be bygones
we really don't have to buy guns
Atomic bombs are dropped on babies
Humanity is thrown out of the door
Humanity is dead. Humanity is no more
There are too many aggressive and demoniac atrocities
Wars are heartless, bestial, perilous, satanic and deadly
The hypocrisy is clearly obvious and real
This is the end of the world for many
For too many innocent human beings. Yes, this is a big deal
Human lives are no longer important
The streets are painted with real red blood
Oh! My goodness, this is worse than a major flood
Homes and buildings are obliterated. No need to pay rent
Nobody wants a genuine ceasefire
Because emotions and feelings are on fire
Poor babies never had a chance
Poor victims never have a chance
Poor pregnant women never had a chance
Poor weak elders have no chance
Humanity is mephitic. Humanity is no more
The doors and the windows of hell are wide open
There’s no hope. There’s no darn heaven
No need to say more and more
Bombs fall like dead autumnal leaves
Terror is ubiquitous and death is inevitable
Nobody wants to turn the table
They are all liars, criminals and thieves
This is no lie because they are all over the news
This is beyond fear. This is beyond sadness. I refuse
To listen to these well dressed anchors who are lying
Let me close my eyes and cover my ears
What a pity! I feel sorry for the babies
The toddlers, the youngsters, the teenagers
The men and women who die due to abject atrocities
It’s a shame. The criminals are now over-explaining
Perhaps this society should go back fighting with spears
Because the rivers and the seas were not so dirty and bloody
I can’t listen to the racist criminals and the evil bandits who are applauding
One again, let me close my eyes and cover my ears
In my body, there’re no more tears
Humanity is dead. Death is ubiquitous
The hypocrites and the bad politicians are truly dangerous
Toxic, strange, selfish, Machiavellian and inhumane
Hell is everywhere. The world is insane
Yet the Sun is shining
And the Moon is sadly watching.
Copyright © November 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
This is the news, a dream of peace,
an echo from the Middle East,
where children cannot understand,
the broken bones of broken lands,
their only hope, for war to cease.
Every imam, rabbi and priest,
can hear the loss for those deceased,
while leaders watch or wash stained hands,
this is the news.
Hope is a hostage for release,
a call for all the bombs to cease,
while children cannot understand,
the razor wire of war-torn lands,
and parents only dream of peace,
this is the news.
Two lured hearts intertwine,
dream up life’s tapestry with lattice of desire
on cloud nine.
Two paths diverge,
master courage to defy her
spat surge.
At night
lovers ceasefire
fight.
Two lured hearts intertwine,
master courage to defy her
fight.
C Centuries of fighting and vain inglorious trauma A
E Enemies for no reason other than blind terror R
A Agony fueled by apocalypse in ultimate spasm M
S Surrender in shelled remains or else you must die I
E Entrails exposed for eternity on fierce bayonets S
F Fighter planes nerve gas death war crimes for what T
I Indiscriminate suffering bones strewn like confetti I
R Ravenous greed delivered by swords rather phallic C
E Earth will swallow all warriors and then we are free E
26th May 2020
lay
aside
their arms .. for ~
just one silent
night
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Light up the Lanterne
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
19/05/25
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The Christmas Armistice of 1914:
World War I on the Western Front had settled into stalemate. On Christmas Eve, soldiers from both sides spontaneously began singing carols - mainly "Silent Night" and "O Come, All Ye Faithful", in German, English, and Latin - which led to calls for a temporary truce. In many areas, the fighting stopped, and soldiers ventured out of their trenches.
This area between became a place of exchange of food, cigarettes, buttons, and even family photographs. Some accounts do mention soldiers kicking a ball around in "no man's land".
In the words of the 12th Doctor: "It never happened again, any war, anywhere. But for one day, one Christmas, a very long time ago, everyone just put down their weapons and started to sing".
Ceasefire
Glass
Shatters
Hopes and dreams
Ceasefire postponed
Rage
For Light up the Lanterne contest by Nette Onclaud
June 18,2025
white
flag shrieks
across skies
drenched with stale war
-"peace!"
The air filled with cries,
As people see, humanity dies.
Gaza bleeds and screams,
While the rest of the world dreams.
Seeing their condition; eyes filled with tears,
But they refused to give what's theirs.
For the only one they fear is God,
Giving them hope that His help is near.
Little children die of hunger,
Telling the world their faith is stronger.
Hungry children cry with tears in their eyes,
Watching as their loved one dies.
Always standing hand in hand,
They say,”We won't give our land”.
As history tries to erase their mark,
Sadness came with dark clouds,
“We will neither forgive nor forget”, the world shouts
war
a storm
wipes out all
altruism blooms
peace
Place: 5th
cease
gunshots
need of hour
embrace in love
peace
peace
breaks out
hope it holds
if not, more death
there