Best Escalated Poems

Motherland…

I am a desert, barren and hot.
Hoping for the rain, which I forgot.
Once, I was green, golden, and bright.
Nightingales singing night after night.
My fresh breeze at dawn was ever nice,
Showered me blossoms like paradise.
Year after year, I dressed up in green.
Green and reddish with white...

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Martin Luther King junior was the inspiration
For the Northern Ireland, Civil Rights association
Protests were held and they marched peacefully
The unionist majority tried to stop them brutally.

The campaign gathered momentum it was nineteen sixty nine
The unionists issued warnings that they were crossing a line
Discrimination against nationalists...

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The west went in guns blazing to help their fellow man
In Syria against the Islamic State and in Iraq and Afghanistan
They brought an end to a campaign of terror and a killing spree
And made the world a better place and safe for everybody. 

So why...

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Irelands uprising in ninteen sixteen was crushed by the state
The ringleaders were arrested and death would be their fate
Charged with the crime of treason against the British Crown
Fifteen men faced a firing squad and without mercy shot down.

It caused outrage in Ireland, and support for...

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Discrepancy is an economic thing.  Have you ever known this to be anything else?
Money is the great separator of togetherness.  Man rob, steal, and kill just for the feel of its illicit presence.  Woman will sell, which defines exploitation, steal from you,...

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Untamed self control my own worst enemy I can be
I can not be the poison and the remedy
The voices I hear are not in my head
I hear the words as if they’ve been said.
Horrific thoughts I must endure
Collective voices worse than before
The madness escalates, reducing...

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Spare a thought this Christmas for those suffering in Ukraine
While you are enjoying the festive season Russia inflicts more pain
Huddled around makeshift fires with no where to escape the chill
The evil Russians fire missiles and drones that are designed to kill. 

Russia hopes by taking...

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I had an awesome poem
Written in my head
Writing poems isn't my thing
So I thought it up instead

The poem had a kitten
A purple kitten too
The kitten had a mitten
That was completely blue

The kitty's blue mitten
Fell into the sea
While the poor little kitten
Cried in melancholy

Then the brave...

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   "The Wooden Cradle"

a white wooden empty cradle, I wait in the nursery room
for the smell of baby fragrance to illuminate sleeping bloom
years have escalated, still sounds of silence hurt my ears
for all I hear are tender sobs from a Mother's broken tears.

I...

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A red moon greeted me as I arrived at Eilean Donan Castle,
late at dinner time, a heat wave wrecking zest
of our intended peaceful nightly rest.

It was late but I decided on a nocturnal swim.
O blessed water, so calm, so cool, so placid.
Suddenly I heard the...

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Long before you were born, long before your great grandfather was born, in the time when magic was approximately eight times more plentiful than it is today, there lived a family in the remote part of a forest.  There was a mother, Mrs. Slimbones, who...

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Falling asleep , I had a dream, a timeless dream
A wish for me to go wherever I wanted to
I said the sixties and I awoke to the sound of a Green Tambourine
There were messages in the music
With Dylan crying the times they are a changing
I...

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Each town has it’s own Heart Beat: Thump, Thump- Thump, Thump.
And All can go astray when doing wrong feels so right.

A young man came in contact with the police… and has died.
So the town decided to protest, drawing others from the outside.
Everything got out of...

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Living my life on the Dole*, 
Because my Mum told me so, 
Interview at ‘McDonalds’, but that Tyrant told me "No!", 
See, we're a family with pride, 
Don't sell fries at super-size, 
But where's the pride, 
If I can't provide, 
For my own style of...

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a farmer once lost most of his crop in a storm but he didn't complain
he knew never to count on the might have-beens just thank God for whatever remains
we need to learn to count our blessings for those things we have in hand
and to thank...

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