Best Collateral Poems

Mara- Collateral damage

Hi, my name is Mara, I'm six years old, I have brown hair and brown eyes. People say I'm pretty like my mom, but, I don't know how that matters now.

My mom said she named me Mara because it means bitterness, my being...

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Thus I sail the sacrificial scabrous seas and touch tormented tides
Battle-scarred in the breeze and washed ashore where evil hides
The Sun regrettably retreats where malice mortals digressively dare
Walking barren saliferous streets where I live on a penniless prayer

The citadels of submission crucially crumble where they...

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Cajole me in the right frame of mind
For I'm vexed not because of
Personal issues but because of the
Morbid, abstract canvas of life
I'm subjected to witness, where 
Groups of so-called righteous men
Drop indiscriminate bombs
On fellow humans ripping
Homes and families apart
Shedding the blood of the innocent
Then simply...

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My daughter was raped.
He penetrated my heart.
We're both dead inside....

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Against blue canvas 
Of summer skies, the ball soared.
Laughter mixed with dust.
Silenced by the screaming shell.
They buried you in blankets...

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Gory maimed, mangled
Red misty air, children cry
Blindfold and blinkers....

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...."Coming Soon!" *...

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Geithner's true motives fall lost
when Congress gets double-crossed
by Fed Ponzi schemes
and banker wet dreams
while countless are getting tossed....

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Daddy was a soldier, always had an itch
Down along the bayou, daddy served a hitch
Wouldn’t you know?
He loved Madam Laveau
Guess that makes me a son-of-a-witch...

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I look pleadingly into their eyes
as they pull the last of my fingernails,
The pain is excruciating and I pass out
amid my heartrending screams.

When I come to 
I am engulfed in total darkness,
I find myself lying naked, it appears,
in my own blood, sweat and filth.

I try...

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He is my child hood dream.
The crush, the fantasy of sweet delight.
The diminished version of realties truth.

His being is of remembrance and sweet innocence
and my flesh is aged and stuck in the present,
            ...

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I do hear your thoughts my Love, your words have floated into my ears,

Your with that other man right now but ask yourself for your well-being would he really care?

I know this might not be the proper time but I just got to be near,...

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I used to think collateral damage was something,
Only Generals and politicians had to worry about.
How wrong I was.
No matter whether the decisions we all take are good or bad,
Others mostly bare the consequences.
And there is no use denying that fact.

Parents will have sleepless nights over...

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"writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear ..."
Beatles, Eleanor Rigby
This poem refers to the increasing number of teenagers suffering from depression and anxiety during the pandemic.






a girl sixteen years old Jane Rigby her name
enjoyed learning bass guitar dreaming of fame
she had...

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Collateral Damage 

Leaving, deceiving and unjust, whom do you trust. Is it a must? To want to be
	Alone	
Shown the way. Day by day, sun up, night-by-night moon struck, hour-by-hour no time. 
 Climbing the tower to reach the power.
Shall I remain, shall you remain, ordain....

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