Best Deserter Poems
This morning I rose to a somber beginning.
I watched a season of my life pass,
And beheld the dissipation of sentiment.
I despised the junction known and unwelcome,
And I tried to discern its meaning.
Is it to repudiate love and shared existence?
By rejecting the soul’s outcry and mate,
And joining the ignorance of the mind?
Is it a faint of heart around love?
By becoming a deserter of faith in love,
And assisting a pessimist of true love?
The morn passed in contemplation,
And the dawns after filled with agony.
Nevertheless, a glimpse of hope arose.
The emanation became anew and transformed.
Its ineptness regained its stamina,
Its spine became upright and unbroken,
And its fear exited being replaced by fortitude.
Love re-emerged in the dissipated areas,
Joy permeated the rejected soul,
And the mind’s ignorance severed it kinship.
I savored the harmony of my afternoon.
Categories:
deserter, lost love, love
Form:
Romanticism
Jesus, you say bring home my sheep
You say be a shepherd like perfect You
I say my sheep have gone prodigal
They have my credit card, I say resigned
At least they buy cheap wine on my dime
They’ve discovered tobacco, too
They won’t come home, I’ve tried
My mind has escaped me, I bleat
But, my body has returned to the barn
And the mind are homeless sheep
They want to go AWOL at every chance
They know my arms are not open though I try
Nevertheless, the mind and body are one
I am their pen and prodigal sheep
I am the arms closed and deserter
I am the sheep and herder
Isn’t that right, great shepherd?
Ask not what you, Jesus, can do for me
Ask what I can do for my sheep
I don't ask you to return my flock
You say, kindly woo them with contrition
Take them to the bar and pay the tab
Let them drink their fill if need be
Bring the sheep home in a cab
Leave the pen open just in case
If the sheep go prodigal again
Let them know there’s no place like home
Where else can they roam?
Jesus, I’m your lost lamb
I’m waiting at the bar
Come rescue us
Categories:
deserter, addiction, depression, drug, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
Fault Of Thyself
For every man there is reward.
For every man there are consequences.
Which kind of man are you?
For the brave man, there is honor.
For the cowardice man, there is desertion.
For the stone man, there is isolation.
For the weeping man, there is no shame.
For the anger man, there is violence.
For the patient man, there is a reward.
For the observant man, there is a puzzle.
For every woman there one man who fits her.
Be she the reward.
Be she the consequence.
She is the Queen to the King.
Be she the honorable, for the brave man.
Be she the deserter, for the cowardice man.
Be she the isolatar, for the stone hearten man.
Be she right hand of no shame, for the weeping man.
Be she the perfect reward, for the patient man.
Be she the puzzle, for the observant man.
A man who can never handle a woman during her most awful, destructive days then he does not deserve her on her wonderful, perfect day.
Categories:
deserter, death, dream, happy, slam,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Strain not your eyes in the darkness of loneliness
For the deserter has forsaken you
His face is lost in the whirlwind of time
You feel nostalgic about the past splendid times.
Your craving for bygone days to return
Those moonlit nights, those captivating days
Are a history and history doesn’t repeat itself
A fallen dry leaf can’t be put back to the branch
Turn the corner and shed the awesome memories
Stop the rivulet from flowing through your eyes.
Silence the sound of your crying heart
Spare your soul from the memory´s dart.
Hamida Yamin, Sintra, Portugal 12 July 2016
Categories:
deserter, allegory, dedication, loneliness, missing,
Form:
Ghazal
I’m an animal lover, especially of cats.
Daughter Donna admits they’re better than rats.
I had but one kitty and now I have six.
We need to catch them, to give them a fix.
Too many cats!
Granddaughter Hannah would like to have one.
Catching a kitty is more work than fun.
I’m needing to treat them for fleas and for ticks.
Haste makes waste.
No cat in America is cuter than they.
It’s a nitty gritty pity, itty bitty they won’t stay.
Big cats from home will roam.
Yes roam from “Home Sweet Home”.
They don’t know their father, their sire deserter,
This untamed, undomesticated, wild, feral flirter.
The kittens run in fright from monster my size.
Happy to wean them, mama cat shuts her eyes.
I’m running on empty, I kick off my flats.
My make-up is dripping, my hair needs a comb.
Some little boys like kitty cats.
20th line is from my poem “Some Little Boys”
For Mish Mash contest
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Categories:
deserter, animals, cat, , cute,
Form:
Light Verse
Two Face Words
Quietly means quiet, silently so still
Feeling the unfelt now so real
Willing the belief to believe in your will
Finally knowing that you love to kill
Completing the cycle as you're replaced
Deserting the deserter as memories erase
Trying to read one person that's two faced
But all of my answers I seem to chase
And I no longer want to finish this race
So Leave me in loneliness, I love this place
bmdavey@05/08/16
Categories:
deserter, betrayal, deep, heartbreak,
Form:
Couplet
...It was two days before she lost them,
and an arrow slashed her small finger,
a small wagon train did take her in,
but a doctor found gangrene in her,
chopped her pinkey with barely a word.
Fever set in and it was two weeks,
she got so sick she could barely speak.
At Denver she left the settler crowd,
only to learn that Merlon was gone,
he’d been absent about two years now,
and his trapping has never been strong,
that he would’ve gone bust before long.
Celeste felt that her heart would soon break,
but she heard word he was in Salt Lake.
Once more on the trail Celeste did go,
through frozen and rocky mountains high,
taking hard paths she didn’t much know,
in those cold peaks she often did find
that her stomach was kissing her spine,
lost fifteen pounds in that rocky span,
but finally saw the Mormon lands…
She soon learned where Merlon was living,
rode towards his spread with a smile,
couldn’t believe this was happening,
she’d not felt such hope for a while,
and prayed for rewards for her trials,
but when she made it to his cabin
she saw a woman standing with him.
Celeste froze at this awful scene,
Merlon gasped and ran up to her mare,
he then cried out,”My dear Celestine…
Please, oh will you come down from up there?
You are looking half-dead, have a care.”
Celeste was too broken to shed a tear,
Merle just asked,”How did you end up here?”
She cried,”I came to find my fiancé,”
but said nothing of all the great harms,
the woman came up and Celeste’s gaze
fixed upon a baby in her arms,
she was too broken to feel alarm.
Merlon said,”But I thought you’d hate me,
I’m a deserter, so unworthy…”
She barely heard his words as he spoke,
feeling as if her whole life was done,
she couldn’t breathe, she wanted to choke,
Heard him say,”But I am now Mormon,
and God doesn’t limit wives to one.
Yes, my dear, I think we’ll welcome her,
another wife, to be your sister.”
The wife just looked on, her face quite blank,
Said,”Bring my sister in from the cold.”
“Ah,”cried Merle,”Our family gives thanks!”
Celeste numbly did as she was told,
she was soiled, and thirty years old.
not something most wanted in a bride,
so she let this man lead her inside…
Categories:
deserter, absence, heartbreak, history, journey,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
There is a war
And I am one fighting within
A bloodshed I hadn’t known to befall
Without the cause or the means
Blindly following what others do
I fought gallantly and was commendable
What I’m fighting for, its like I knew
For a life to be far from bearable
Everyone else but my cause
Everyone is happy as long I follow
Then like a grenade I toss
I’m no longer the hero
A deserter... an outcast
Shamed into believing what I believe
Never more to what I ask
I began to see of the battles to achieve
I have no reason to fight your war
When everyone do not know why they belong
Are you still fighting for?
As an outcast I rather begone
Categories:
deserter, on writing and words,
Form:
Rhyme
If anyone can help me with work I am a single father about to collapse. No jobs anywhere around to pay rent. Which is coming up soon. Now as you all missed the rhyme king here's for you. Dark Poetry. S.W.P
I Shawn Weston Padilla die today. For your ignorance I no longer wish to stay. We live in a real world not a theatrical play. Call me a deserter I prefer it that way. You live inside a glass box where they go haha. I walk away to you idiots and, say ta ta. Get your mind in a stable state. On top of my own problems Americans throw a lot of **** on my plate. I have given up all hope. Dose america have a history in the Apocalypse i say nope. Give a **** less if you call this rhyme dope. You live in a mental hospital you can't even cope. So tie my name upon a rope.Hang it from a tree and watch it choke. Your a bit English let me call you bloke. You need to realign your morals take a different stroke.Where a criminal person a aggravated felon can take a job over me? Going in everyday begging for a job is where i don't need to be! I walk out on my country needless that I say. You all are idiots that's why i spray. Would you rather this go down in the book of are four fathers? To accept that **** it really bothers. I have given up. To give utopia america is just not enough. Now go along with your useless facebook stuff.
Categories:
deserter, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
Anti-howling receives the
deserter. There was a mass
breast-beating without
any noise.
The pugnacious jaw
drops. Shows a frail
sensitivity to tormented
values –
of invisible mirrors, shutting
down the wolf’s face. An
ancient spider jumps
on your bronzed ego.
A transsexual walks on
the ramp to defend her territory.
Cucumbers would jump to
conceive the obnoxious yawning.
Satish Verma
Categories:
deserter, art,
Form:
ABC
My poetry
is not a deserter
nor fugitive ...
It is a brave soldier.
at the front
that does not leave the fight
and die making
peaceful
poetry
Categories:
deserter, art, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
You may cry a river
Sleep with your heart’s shiver
You may dream a kingdom in afar
It can twist your mind
For love you cannot find
You’re drowning from the loneliness of love
If you don’t want me here
Just tell me what you feel
And if you can decide which one is real
What’s the deal…?
Stop! Telling me this (I feel lost like a deserter, baby)
Stop! Telling me that (I can’t stand no more)
And if you can’t decide which one is real
Stop! Telling me lies (in a world full of lies now, baby)
I just have enough (I just have enough)
I’m tired of distress
I just need to break free
Tired of your lies
Make my soul slowly died
You really tear my whole life apart
I’m falling into pieces
Lost in this loneliness
I’m drowning from the emptiness of life
Categories:
deserter, lost loveme, may, me,
Form:
Free verse
Just, just be
Just be encouraged
No matter how you feel
I know the feeling is real
Be encouraged
God's got you...
It's Okay
Jesus is here
Don't be dismayed
Stop being afraid
In a flash...
God got your back
Just, just be
Just be encouraged
No matter how you feel
I know the feeling is real
Be encouraged
God's got you...
It's Okay
just be okay
Believe it now today
Receive it God's blessings
Be still dwell within them
Your Okay
Just be encouraged
Things could always be worsen
You could be a deserter
Backsliden all but forgotten
Your soul spirit rotten
Just magnify the Lord whose true
And He will honor and glorify sanctify you
Just be
Just be encouraged
Just magnify the Lord whose true
And He will honor and glorify you;
Just be encouraged
No matter how hopeless or bad you feel
I know, I know that I know God is real
God will bring you through
This I know is true
It's Okay
Jesus is here
Don't be dismayed
Stop being afraid
In a flash...
God got your back
Just, just be
Just be encouraged
Be encouraged
God's got you...
9/22/05
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2005, 2019©
Categories:
deserter, analogy, appreciation, cheer up,
Form:
Free verse
One dark day you came,
With heavy pack on your back
As your tears roll down.
Categories:
deserter, dark, sad, soldier,
Form:
Haiku
Deserter of faith
If not today, tomorrow
Veers off glory road
Date written and posted: 06/13/2018
Categories:
deserter, faith, spiritual, wisdom,
Form:
Haiku