Best Tracer Poems

He's a cyclone chaser, cloaked in neon tracer
that mirrors stars dying, heartless witches flying...

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Crouching down, I'm foxhole bound,
crawling forward I seen it, its around.
I ducked my head, while covering one eye,
as soon as the enemies flare lit up the night sky.
Machine gun bullets quickly sprayed my above,
tracer rounds intertwining, making lead love.
The flare fizzled out, tracers rounds did...

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You were born on the eve
of the silent drone tracer lights
Three hours before the bombs first fell
This would be the only peace
your war baby eyes would ever see
Destruction was the sound of your tattered
and rattling nursery
You learned to walk among the rubble and debris
You learned...

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I never thought to see a man’s bones glistening white.
Nor see disembodied limbs flying left and right.
I never thought to see mud the colour of red
Nor see young men blown to bits or laid dead.

The rain isn’t water its blood mixed with tears
Trenches full of...

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sucked out of denim and
cotton, half in running

flat over the bedroom floor
skinless like a cartoon cat

someone I knew the day before
an underarm stainer, a tracer

a schlepper of bad deeds,
hidden in layers, now magic and gone

as I sleep as a big filling
ready to meet myself
in the...

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here I go again
on a belt fed groove,

suck it up
ruck it up,

legion on the move,

all the things we used to have
all too soon are gone,

wave goodbye
eyes gone dry,

another trek through foreign dawn.....

see the henna hidden dirty faces
bodies broken poppy crowned,

empty futures, empty lives
only empty bargains...

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World War I gave us the fly-boys
Who flew by the seat of their pants.
Many would never return from war
While others survived by chance.

Their planes were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Every pilot carried his own pistol
Wearing leathers, scarf and goggles of glass.

Aviators...

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Friend of freedom is close at hand,
Roaming the battlefields across our land,
Engulfed by whisps of smoke that somehow pervade,
Entrenched by the enemies' live grenades,
Directing their tracer fire across the sector,
Over the bloody scene carnage is a spectre,
Many have perished because freedom is not free!...

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Felling like I'm trapped in the corner
Always looking over my shoulder
There had to be an informer
There was no icebreaker
Thanks to that skip tracer
The shadows are getting darker
And the nights are getting longer
A gorgeous reporter and her damn recorder
Now I'm racing for the border in this...

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War, I Never Thought It Would Be Like This !!!

  I never thought to see man’s bones glistening white.
 Nor see disembodied limbs flying left and right.
 I never thought to see mud the colour of red
 Nor see young men blown to bits or lain dead.

 The rain isn't...

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Tu n'as pas toujours ce que tu veux
Tu dois apprendre a abandonner
Meme les choses les plus cheres a tes yeux
Tu ne peux pas tous les garder

Tu te demande si le probleme vient de toi
Es-tu un obstacle pour ton propre bonheur
Qu'as tu fais de faux dis...

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We're getting married and you say you wanna wear white 
I tell you, your chance of doing so ended last night 
I punch you in the arm and say now you can wear black and blue 
You kick me between the legs and say now...

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I am what I want to be. But really I just am.
I write.
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Crescendo of pleasure will hit your ears as you hear what it is I wish you to hear
I am
I simply want this to never end
I am enjoying the moment you are and the...

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The people seem calm, yet tension is everywhere.
We know it is the intention
Of the Americans to attack today.
War has been declared, it is coming our way.

The night has just started when the sirens wail.
Baghdad is assailed
With missiles setting the city on fire.
A show of might....

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Mirror Wars

Mirror wars across the years, see my fighter plane cut 
through the sky, deadly eggs under the wings for the enemy. 
No mercy at my hands for today I’m in a nebulous mood. 
What would Custer do if he had my plane in the...

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