Best Love And War Poems
People say that love never fails,
That all is fair in love and war,
But really, how do you know,
What love can or can not do?
And if all is fair in love and war, then
Why does someone always end up getting hurt?
I know my love will never fail,
Because I love you with all my heart and soul,
Because I would give my life for you,
And everything I am or have just to be with you.
However, I can not be fair to all
Because all is not fair in love and war.
I wish to hurt no one, so I don't,
But by doing so, I hurt myself.
My heart wants to be with you so much
And yet I wish to hurt no one.
So I don't, I don't confess my love for you,
I keep it locked inside,
And as a friend I stay by your side.
My love for you remains forever pure and unchanged.
I love you, Yes, I do, with all my heart and soul,
With all that I am and hope to be just for you.
My heart untamed and wild, dreaming of what if,
But it's cut in half by the love I feel for both.
My heart belongs to you but only half,
Because I gave the other half away to him.
Now I suffer for my love, for both are great,
But only one, I wish I could be with forever.
All is not fair in love and war,
So I love you both and suffer much,
Because my heart is wounded, torn in half.
I can not speak of my deep love for you,
I can not confess my feelings to you.
So I go on with my life pretending nothing's wrong.
Why must I go on without your love?
It's faith, I guess, that I suffer so.
It's destiny to love you so.
He woke and saw his beloved asleep with one breast partially exposed
And with his fantastic limp he works his way to the kitchen
He made coffee for her with croissant lathered with jam
Gently he pulled at the exposed women and gestures with the tray
Happily she wakes and with great affection reaches for him
Coffee is second and pastries with jam come close to him
But he is first and the love hits him like the wind
Gently it began and gale force now
He had to lash himself so he wouldn't be swept away
And it grew
She always lay in their position and there was no other
He would mold himself to her and tease her nipple
He came home weathered from the battle and with grief
Friends had been shot by snipers and the heat
He had seen a woman with a basket approach his friend
And she dropped the basket and pulled the belt
The explosion deafened him and his comrade's face is gone
Fragments hit him but he is running to his friend
But the friend lays silent
Gazing to the wetness on his leg he falls
He is deafened and wakes in terror and looks upon the leg
And finding himself in bed she tries to talk with him
But he claim's it's a bad dream and the basket falling
And later...............
The limp was his reminder of that day and he eats the croissant for his friend
I lay in my bed day by day,
thinking of what next to say,
I feel I dont love you
anymore,
its like I was drowning & now
I'm ashore
I feel no love & no hate my
heart is sore.
all is fair in love & war
Inside my twisted mind i mix,
Two very different links,
Today you die,
tomorrow you cry,
today I'm wielding a sword,
tomorrow I'm defeated by
your words.
I see you in my dreams,
but we are on different teams,
it feels so right & yet its so
wrong,
its like I'm in heaven, but not
for long.
I will kill you today & love you
tomorrow,
this day is on happiness & the
next sorrow,
Why am I like this? Are you to
blame?,
Why are you always that
flame?,
I stand in the midst of
Armageddon
ready for war,
with my armour & hammer
looking like thor,
I see you on the other side
are you looking for more?,
only God knows what it is
we're fighting for!
I love to fart, it stands me tall,
the raucous rumbling, belly bell,
all look around with eyes aghast,
to witness such a mighty blast.
when before the beak for slander foul,
I gave him one that made him scowl,
“does Sir require a time alone?”
I farted down his crony’s phone.
and if I’m lauded, like Le Potomane,
I light one to produce a tongue of blue
incandescent flame; thus lit, the room
and shadows prance, about the room
the dragons dance
and when in battle we cower from gun,
and want to encourage my comrades on,
I crouch below hell’s muddy trench, and
thus release the devil’s stench
then running forward death all around, I
fart the bugle’s curdling sound, and to
the enemy’s quick dumbfound, so
soon we seize triumphant ground
you see for me it is no shame, to unleash
the belly’s dogs of war, and oft when
travelling by first class, I give them a blast
from boiling ass
when love speaks strong and passion cries,
beneath the sheets there are no lies, so ahhs!!
or Oohs!! I never start, but let rip a lover’s
orgasmic fart
look: tis not the wallet, watch or jewel, that
creates the jinx, and mocks the fool, a prettier
penny lies beneath;
tis the fart; and jealous mule, the thief.
They say
All's fair,
In love and war.
When broken hearts
And bombshells,
Lay shattered
On the floor.
But what of love,
Turned into war?
Is all still fair,
In love AND war?
Love can be a kindling or cool water for war,
it can douse a tinder, or fuel an uproar;
freedom to express is such that one’s voice
ennobles or offends, there’s always a choice.
War gestates in a greedy bosom’s core,
nourished till obese, always wanting more,
tumor of hate, festers like a sore,
corpses in its wake, avaricious carnivore.
Love is the compassionate sailboat’s oar,
fathoms with wisdom the sea's dungeoned floor,
guides the heart toward unprejudiced shore,
then renders decision, with fair, reasoned score.
Too many lives lost for love of country before
going home in a carriage, with medals of courage,
yet too young for marriage, justice’s miscarriage!
Love can be a kindling or cool water for war.
11 February 2016
I hear the voices
Choirs sing in the skies
I try again like you did before
Depressed I know there is no more
I listen to past voices
Songs sing in my head
For sure a proof I am not dead
Depressed, I am on the floor
Once we danced with the moon above
I held your soul in the night air
Kisses in the dark made us hunger
Yet here I am alone, starving
Shadows of love, a wisp of desire
Music drifts into the night
From the local pub
Where I was and where I shall I die
On my horse, I ride far far away
Guided by the stars, I escape from you
Styrie shall live to an old age close to you
I shall die a distant memory
My Waterloo
Love and War
L ove will always be in the end victorious
O nly love can be triumphantly glorious
V anity leads to pride and evil aggression
E vil loses battles in dramatic succession
What is the answer to the eternal question
that mystifies many upon their deep reflection
Will love ever conquer evils progression
eliminating warmongers hateful obsession?
Surely humanity is in a deep depression
as war rages onward without regression
Hope fades quickly without faiths confession
only God can help us now with his protection.
Ignorance is inspiring the irate inglorious
Love will conquer war, that's what were hoping for
Love will conquer hate, never again to dominate
Love will always be in the end victorious.
John Derek Hamilton
February 02,2016
All is fair in love
and war,
But love is peace
and uproar is war,
Love is beginning
and end is war,
Love is start and
quit is war,
Love is true wrong
is war,
Love is affection,
abhor is war,
Love is pleasure,
grief is war,
Love is serenity,
bustle is war,
Love is passion,
oppression is war,
Love is calm, chaos
is war,
Love is solace,
turmoil is war,
Love a summit,
ebbing is war,
Love is comfort,
terror is war,
Love is friendship,
enmity is war,
Love is sodality,
outcast is war,
Love is smoke, fire
is war,
Love is fruit, ash
is war,
Love is life, Death
is war,
Love is everything,
Futile is war,
Love is Love and War
is War,
So love is fair, but
not war.
M. Shahid H.
Chouhdry © ®
Violence in the world is on the higher note,
Love is depleting shot by shot,
No one to rescue, no one to guard,
Life Is becoming hard and hard,
War is far and love is near,
Love comes first, year on year.
Ringing bell calls for love,
Blasting bomb targets the dove,
Moon is turning to red, sun is to blue,
Near is the time, when love get sue,
Go out and check what you hear,
War is far and love is near,
Love comes first, year on year.
Kids are watching violence around,
Frightening people can easily be found,
Kindness is gone underground,
Everyone is possessing rudeness sheer,
Forgetting the fact, impact and fear,
War is far and love is near,
Love comes first, year on year.
Listen to Me, Listen to Me
Stop! and listen to Me
As tears fall from my eyes, words that seem to dry
Blood Flowing through my veins
Energy Flowing through my brain
Falling from disbelief, My legs buckle from beneath me
I cry
Love Lost
Yet aroused
In the moment of loves mistrial
Compared to an evil
A war unveiled, destructive built
Foundation that fails
Warnings!
Messages undelivered, There was never a receipt
Who can vouch, No one but me
Falling on deaf ears
Shots mistaken for fireworks, I cry!
Receiving no reply
No one is there to listen to me
My heartstrings he played with a gentle touch
Trust works both ways with such blissful delight
In midnight garden his kiss made me blush
Memory so dear will cherish that night.
Turbulent time imminent war proclaimed
Echoes of armour and shields polished bright
I sit with my needle fear is unfeigned
My gentle lover is a fearsome sight.
Subjected to masculine rules and whims
Emotions are kept under strict control
Although my future looks extremely grim
I have one thing to guard that is my soul.
Love comes at a price in uncertain times
One midnight tryst I remember sublime.
Sinking into you is something I find myself doing all too often.
If only you made this easier by being ignorant or oblivious.
Instead you wear the gentlemen well and I can never fault you for that.
But you started sinking into me first, it's as if you tricked me.
Slinking in the most subtle ways that I didn't even notice.
Or does this just in fact, signify exactly how predictable I am?
Am I really so easy to figure out?
But then, I cant be so simple.
After all, it did take you years with no sudden movements, no alarming sounds.
Looking back I am amazed at your diligence and unwavering patience.
Tell me, do I even know you at all? Or is it then that I am just so obliviously self absorbed that I really didn't notice our intimacy?
Our feelings that I wish I could flee from as they speak a truth not even I can say..
I'm out of my element here and falling short on how to best you or even compete.
I see you running the table in this game we have been playing.
I sink more, silenced in awe over your undeniable victory.
You, without a doubt hold the power and I can't even be a poor loser.
I guess all is fair in Love and War.
If I were a plant
I would be a cactus
Beautiful to look at
But painful to hold
If I were a place
It would be Alaska
Beautiful, majestic
But decidedly cold.
For every action
There is a reaction
Or maybe it's karma
I'm told.
But, without you to hold me
I would have no reason
To still be here when I'm old.
Josette Key 2009
Sorrow hastens the hearts lament
For love and things once owned,
As one is material to a great extent
Yet both are almost always bemoaned.
Long has man heartily undertaken
The art of bloody vicious war
And all too often love is forsaken,
Just to settle a selfish score.
On common ground would some agree,
“That all’s fair in love and war,”
But I beg to differ because it is plain to see:
That love is what is needed more.
History tells us of the battles fought
Along with the many reasons why
And even today, we are yet greatly distraught
To know that many still fight and die.
Oh would love be grand if it spread like plague
Infecting all and humbling their ill will,
Causing the dark hateful memories to fade:
Forever crippling the urge to kill.