Best Factions Poems
The innocent criminalized, chased down with pitchforks and torches of fire. Their names dragged through the mire, by the hair, stripped of their humanity.
Meanwhile the guilty cheer with cash and jewels, with measured feet on the demonic beat. The guilty drinking the blood of the kind, like wine.
Headlines say: “God is dead,” “No one’s watching,” “The law is what we say it is.”
Will we be sorrowful for such as these when the armies of God, with Christ at the lead, tread with grapes of wrath?
God’s fruit: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness, self-control.
Works of the flesh: sexual immorality, moral impurity, promiscuity, idolatry, sorcery, hatred’s, strife, jealousy, outbursts of anger, selfish ambitions, dissensions, factions, envy, drunkenness, carousing, …the practice of such things.
Turn! Repent! The suffering will relent for the innocent. The bloodguilty will be paid with unquenchable suffering. Still there is time to turn and repent. See what a good God we have. He truly loves. None of us deserve anything from his hands and yet he offers everything. Why cling to a temporary offering when you can obtain glory?! We are tested and tried. Turn and repent!
*In italics from Galatians 5 of The Holy Bible CSB
Categories:
factions, christian, fruit,
Form:
Didactic
Prince of this world,
you've meddled in the affairs of mankind
since the beginning
From the time of the Egyptian pharaohs,
whose gigantic pyramidal tombs
had been built primarily by slave labor
A living testament to man's ingenuity and cruelty
Then you were behind the Assyrian reign,
carnage was the calling card hallmark
these fierce kings signed whenever they came
But the Babylonian kingdom you really liked a lot,
ancient free market traders and slavers
Their god was commerce;
they bought and sold any and everything,
they trafficked in any and every whatnot
Then came those warring factions of Persians and Medes,
pure lovers of aristocratic indulgences of greed
They would fight you to the death,
until the Greeks came along
and became the gold standard, the best
They loved to preach democracy,
they loved to practice idolatry
For every god you said you had,
those Greeks said they had three
The Greeks fell to the next kingdom,
not so much by war, more through debauchery
But the prince of this world
came out of the shadows,
and was moved to want to rule when the Romans came
They had them lying cats named Caesar,
and crucifixion was their favorite capital punishment game
The Romans learned a lot from their fellow Greeks;
give the conquered their councils,
give them a voice with a vote
Then let them exercise it wickedly,
declaring the innocent Jesus Christ guilty
Oh, the prince of this world
was as ecstatic as a mad despot can be
The Romans were the best kind of servants ---
they were cruel, they were hard
They killed you dead with no regard
But alas, even their mighty kingdom came to an end
Since then, all of his wicked servants
and their feudal kingdoms have served him well
But alas, it was the Roman kingdom
he brooded over the most when it came to an end
And it's been a long time, since the prince of this world
had a Caesar he could call friend
Categories:
factions, spiritual, truth, war,
Form:
Epic
I'm a firm believer
In limerick fever
(This isn't news)
"It'll cure the blues!"
Says Jan (who is no deceiver)
Written by Jan Allison:
Writing limericks is a fine art
Yes I write about poop or a fart
But show me someone
Whose not dropped a ‘bomb’
then from poetry soup I’d depart!
Written by Lim'rik Flats:
Does art mimic life or life mimic art?
Don't ask me, I'm not too smart.
It seems the soup
Has the same poop
As watching the news (or a fart).
Drama and trauma, factions and foes,
Smiting and fighting, (hard on the nose),
Saves me the trouble
Of viewing double
Saves time, and less grief I suppose.
Written by Ray Gridley:
Raise a toast to this collaboration
Whatever your race or your nation
Just write on a whim
Lim'rick Flat's bound to grin
They are all going to be a sensation!
Written by Daniel Turner:
I know a guy called Lim'rick Flats
Writes limericks at the drop of a hat
Jan is his pal
She's quite a gal
They met in a laundry mat
Jan makes jokes about poop
he puts them in alphabet soop
drinks from the bowl
with no self control
which makes him a nincompoop
Also written by Daniel Turner:
Write all the limericks you want
but don't fart in a restaurant
people will laugh
call you riffraff
even if you're a debutante
Written by John Lawless:
oh the limerick it ain’t quite a sonnet
and the learned, they look down upon it
for they cannot grasp
its head or its ass
nor the cleansing effect of its tonic
Written by Terry Reeves:
Late for work she flew out the door
Took an express elevator to the 29th floor
Let some discreet killer farts
Nearly stopped all their hearts
Left them gagging; she'd evened the score
Written by Tim Smith:
Nonsense is here found out in the alley
Five funny lines we'll add to the tally
a smile or two
we laught till we're blue
so put out your best and join in our rally
Written by Alexis Y:
Hey what's going on in the soup?
Lim'rik Flats I want the scoop
What do you have to say?
You got poem of the day
Congrats, I shouldn't have flown the coop
Written by Jean Murray:
John is always fun.
His poems and their puns.
If you need a lift.
He has the gift.
Lim'rik Flats is number one.
psst. How could I not add this to the string? ~ john
Categories:
factions, appreciation, fun, nonsense,
Form:
Limerick
Feel the winds of change, dear friend,
They are a blowing.
Brethren beneath a common cause,
Kindred spirits, gather united.
To stand tall against opposing
Factions,
Yet we remain strong survivors,
Of justice and right.
Adversity challenges indifference,
It is so written good shall over,
Come evil.
The truth within us all shines,
Humanity achieves enlightenment.
Ignorance shadow fades in
Reality's view,
Life relishes difference,
Freedom flies soaring mankind,
Towards a higher plain.
What a magnificent future,
Lies ahead of us.
Individuality blossoms, fulfillment,
Becomes a human right.
Forgiveness, compassion, and mercy,
Shall be theirs at last.
Let no mans options to believe,
Dismay conscious choice,
Carry the banner of beliefs no matter,
What the cost or price.
Your inner self reflection captures,
Truths mirror image.
Acknowledge separate half's,
Making one complete being.
Behold his name is called,
Social exceptions.
Resolves concussions shows a,
Brilliant phoenix rising,
From hatred's ashes.
It spreads deliverance’s wings,
Embracing a majestic legacy.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
factions, conflict, confusion, courage, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Civility in gentle temper spoke
Respectfully, as factions disagree
Kindness bound common ground in unity
And softened generosity awoke.
3/10/20
For 'Kind Ink' poetry contest
Sponsor: charles messina
Categories:
factions, appreciation, conflict, integrity, uplifting,
Form:
Verse
a world forsaken
warring factions ne'er at peace...
a new horizon.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Categories:
factions, angst, war,
Form:
Senryu
Cutest prattles of children I adore
Are now the loudest cries I bear
Oh, No! The grieves of these abandoned souls
The worst sounds I have ever heard
Mesmerizing songs of endemic birds I carried
have become a threatening alarm now
Migratory birds missed the way to their hometown
Endemic ones sense no way at all to escape
Minerals accumulated river
is now of blood spilling over
Obnoxious odour it is,
I couldn't carry further...
Daily prayers and chants I hear
have turned into laments with fear
Thrumming thunder drums I bring
turned out to be the horrible skirmishes
Two military factions strictly crafting their plans
Echoing the sounds of huge bombs and gunfires
Reigned over their people by creating boundaries
Unfortunately, this unbiased breeze is same for all
Amidst this tormenting situation, I still try to thrive
to be a solacing breath to the struggling souls out there
If not, I would have become a windstorm
and ruined the entire place certainly
21-Oct -2023
Categories:
factions, angst, conflict, soldier, war,
Form:
Free verse
Written: February 23, 2024
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In a grove, a feud grew, no doubt,
Fruit factions were ready to shout.
Banana sought peace,
But his pleas soon would cease,
As the orange kept stirring the route.
With a temper as fiery as flame,
Orange sought to bear Banana shame.
He shouted and yelled,
While Banana rebelled,
Trying to douse the feud's flame.
But Orange was relentless and mean,
His anger turned downright obscene.
He challenged Banana,
With no sign of mana,
Creating a chaotic scene.
Banana, in a last-ditch effort, pled,
"Let's put this feud to rest," he said.
But Orange just jeered,
And sneered as he neared,
Determined to jam Banana with dread.
Categories:
factions, fruit, funny,
Form:
Limerick
Twin Towers Fell
By Franklin Price
9/11/2018
Twin towers fell, a living hell
The day was apropos
Was a nine-one-one emergency
Setting the future we now know
The years, now seventeen, have passed
From that day, two-thousand-one
We've yet to see the ending
Of what that terror had begun
Although the action felt like war
No country was to blame
Terrorists had felled those towers
Our lives would never be the same
Our country since, has been at war
Fighting factions full of hate
That has permeated all of us
And our actions since that date
We're battle hardened, all of us
Our politics, now, make that clear
We've taken sides with attitude
Our enemy, is us, we're here
We soon must come together
Let fallen towers be our call
If we continue on as we are now
Like those towers, we will fall
If you've read this and believe it, please pass it on, in any manner you have available. We not only need to fight terrorism, we need to make peace with ourselves.
Categories:
factions, america, history, image, war,
Form:
Rhyme
They've tossed their souls away
again
harlots for a vote
they've fingered the race card
the rapist card
the Russian card
the Ukraine card
now they're playing mahjong
with a virus.
Muzzling our freedoms and rights
placing plastic tiles in our minds
when this latest fallacy fails
they'll boomerang (black)
to the race card again.
They're locking {we the people away}
giving early release to protect rapist
and assorted other derelicts... from the flu!
Do they think a tsunami of convicts
will keep six feet away from our
daughters
mothers
grandmothers.
My father used to sweat the flu out
I remember him saying
"get me another blanket"
we'd stack them three or four high,
The fever would break
he'd be back to work the next day.
only to inhale benzene rings
to keep us in meat and greens...
They don't make them like that anymore
This will be a baton head splitting summer
oppression will detonate
spill freedoms' soul onto the avenues
fringe factions will clash..
Come November
just remember who locked you up
released the filth of society onto our streets
remember who pointed fingers-fell asleep
while withholding your money
to gain political traction
trashing the economy
running helter skelter over livelihoods
come November-shout out people!
remember how your local gvt. couldn't find
illegal alien felons to deport them
but suddenly found them long enough
to give them your Wuhan money -your bread and honey
come November vote their globalist behinds out of office
and into their
plush-slush funded gated community
Categories:
factions, america, anger,
Form:
Free verse
Silence As Paper Absorbs Ink To Battle Rage
The clink, clink of hammer and anvil kissing hard
hot flames from fiery furnace belching molten steel
famous blades born from a fallen meteorite shard
gifts bloody deep cuts a fallen warrior feels.
Deadly romance of man, fire and metal forged true
tiresome toil that births deadly weapon made to kill
can opposition, pen and ink give such foe its due
when world spins faster to create deadlier thrills.
The clink, clink of hammer and anvil kissing hard
hot flames from fiery furnace belching molten steel
famous blades born from a fallen meteorite shard
gifts bloody deep cuts a fallen warrior feels.
Silence as paper absorbs ink to battle rage
long past late midnight hours, and quivering of hand
as poet consults epitaph of an ancient sage
to venture deeper into mists in darker lands.
The clink, clink of hammer and anvil kissing hard
hot flames from fiery furnace belching molten steel
famous blades born from a fallen meteorite shard
gifts bloody deep cuts a fallen warrior feels.
War from Man, can opposing factions separate
BLOODY PAWS FROM GOLD, ON A BROKEN DINNER PLATE
War from Man, can opposing factions separate
BLOODY PAWS FROM GOLD, ON A BROKEN DINNER PLATE.
R.J. Lindley
Nov. 12th 1984
Rhyme, ( War, Man, This World, As Opposed By Poetic Pen )
Categories:
factions, art, conflict, dark, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Stars, a source of light
centers for great attraction
worlds of many factions
moths of celestial flame --
Categories:
factions, creation, light, mystery, planet,
Form:
Free verse
Two opposing warring factions, meet upon the AstroTurf
Battlefield, in the sporting arena of Victory or agony’s defeated,
Warriors of the pigs skinned javelin, tackle each other at the
White lines of collisions honor, marked by the numbered banners
Of the fifty yard kick off point, yielding unto the pillars of the
Goal post of champions!
In the heat of battle these heroes of gladiatorial games, called
The NFL, thrill and chill their fans to the inner bones of the
True sportsman living within all us, born in this great nation,
Known as the U.S.A.
In this victorious field of dreams, no illusionary visions exist,
For these powerhouse gentlemen, gain each footings sacred
Ground by athletic skill and sheer raw brawn!
To the meek goes the booing of the fumble, to the strong
The million dollar playoff championship, cheered on by their
Ever loyal crowds of adoring fans, whom are enthroned by
This sport of endurance and strength of will!
In this modern coliseum of champions, no touch down goes
Without a standing ovation, or Styrofoam’s thumps up signal
Of approval, in these concrete surroundings this is truly a time
Honored sport of traditions, to be remembered in the
Historical records of the future as a classical game,
To challenge the strongest of athletes!
Golden are the rings given as victory’s insignias,
But in the hearts of the players and their loyal fans,
The price of the championship game is worth the cost
Of every single ounce of sweat and exaggeration, shown
On this epic field of battle!
As the crowds roar, with excitements thrilling kick offs
Point of the triumphant, field goal point scoring, their
Human wave of appreciation, is set at the release level
Of thousands!
In the homes of America the volume levels of the cheering
Is off the ratio scales charts, as chairs go flying backwards,
And Bowls of snacks explode everywhere, for the winning
Play has just been committed, and the championship team
Takes the final center field of the victorious!
Hurray for the great sport known as football,
The American sport of champions has again earned
Another season of splendor in the turf war of victories,
Behold our favorite pastime, may this pigskin colors never fade,
As our flag shall forever wave, for this is truly the great
American sport of athletic skill personified!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
factions, america, football, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Put candy in World War 1 rations
oh no!, if our enemies. . .
And National Security factions. . .
Did classify, those actions!
Just before the really Big One
Sold all our cars and trucks
To the Land of rising sun
Dammit, classify, classify the son'.
Then when we fought the conflict,
The Public has mostly forgotten,
when we spelled conflict as inflict,
Classify the doc, and restrict.
Then the Cold War went to code red,
Clamoring generals thought us dead,
And said blow Evil Empire to dark ages
But mistake, almost buried us instead
Then lost a nuke off Carolina ,
With thousands dead egg on our face,
Took over Myrtle nothing is finah
Pres said classify and bury in case
Categories:
factions, betrayal, conflict, satire, war,
Form:
Quatrain
The streets of the Irish north
Separated by faith
Different religions
In our human race
During the troubles
Through the bullets and bombs
Sectarian violence
Engulfed in their wrongs
Soldiers and factions
In wanton maim
Left this proud country
In blood red stain
Years have passed
As the peace accord lives
No more slaughter
Where life was once sieved
Tomorrow, there after
No more feuding campaigns
For the
Belfast Child, sings again
Inspired by the Simple Minds track " Belfast Child " by an excellent Scottish Rock Group
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFIMJxV2tjI
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/ireland.php
Categories:
factions, inspirational, music, peace, people,
Form:
Rhyme