Best Warworld Poems
I can't bear it anymore..
Waiting for people to arrive
Expecting the world to tend to me
Hoping the world will just fall into my hands
Continuing my laziness and procrastination
People liking me and not knowing why
Wishing instead of taking action
Lacking skills I need to make my life successful
Living in a home with no peace or privacy
Pretending I'm someone I wish I could be
Drawing pieces that fail in competition
Writing random lines of complaints
Feeling the need for pity
Being a hypocrite..
Do I try harder?
I've grown too accustomed to laziness
Do I wait or at least TRY to take action?
I don't have the motivation or the power
Am I just making excuses?
I probably just need to quit complaining
Am I too paranoid?
I just care about my life unlike the rest
Do I continue?
I can't continue in sanity
What can I do?
I'm too confused to know
Where can I scream?
Where can I relax?
Where is there peace?
When will the suffering stop?
What is wrong with me?
How did I get this way?
Who is really there for me?
How can I just escape?
Too many questions!
STOP!!!!
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We waited many years the few of us that are left
In our minds we couldn't imagine the surface on our earth so reft
What we knew before we will never know again
That man can be so destructive, and no one ever gains
Slowly we start to climb the steps to a world we knew
What element of view awaits as we step into anew
The sealed doors to our mountain safe-way creak against the quiet
Our hearts beat in-trepidation as we await their impending riot
Through the door we go into a landscape we read about in books
Do we appreciate what we have survived, so alive to be able to look
We look out across the valley once lush like a carpet of greens
What we see before us we knew as out of this world martian scenes
The town that we knew and loved has disappeared from view
Now replaced by open sores as they spill their molten spew
The sun is but a blur through a darkened dusty haze
What little oxygen presents, appears to fuel this fiery display
As we head down towards where our town was, very little of it remains
Collapsed and buried buildings our view is now en-grained
Skeletal metal frames as if molded by a sculptor's torch
Rocks melted into a glaze, by the bombs inevitable scorch
Many miles we now have walked through our barren radiated lands
Was it to be from the dawn of time that this moment was in our plans
As we head back to our mountain safe-way, looking back down our valley
It will be many many years, like it was, but we'll get there gradually
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-18.php
It takes two to make a tear
It’s Christmastime so no more killing now!
Let’s get together, sing some carols here.
In no man’s land, we’re brothers for today.
A merry Christmas, season’s greetings, mate.
Und frohliche weihnachten to you, my friend.
Oh, stille nacht, holy night: a lovely sound.
I’ll trade some brandy for your schnapps, old mate.
Und bratwurst for your bully beef, my friend!
It’s nice to know you, as we’re friendly now.
I wish that you could meet my folk today.
Your German language is a pleasant sound.
Und Englisch klingt gut, now it’s spoken here.
It’s good when laughter is the only sound!
A cigarette? Und zigarette, my friend?
It’s good to smoke it either way right now.
I’d take you home to meet my folks, so here’s
A photo of my wife and children, mate.
I wish that I could be with them today.
We’ll have a game of football, Max, my mate:
A Christmas friendly five a side today!
Ah, football das ist gut, my friend.
And only friendly rivalry from now.
With Cheers, instead of cries: such happy sounds!
And No Man’s land’s a perfect pitch right here.
I wish I had some gifts to offer here.
Oh, what I wouldn’t give for hankies now.
Let’s sing again; it’s such a jolly sound.
It’s snowing; friendship keeps us warm today.
You’re welcome to mein mantel, Bob, my friend.
I never thought I’d wear your coat, Max, mate.
The world is now a better place today.
I think we’ll stay gute freunde, do you, my friend?
Of course we’ll be good pals from now on, mate.
I couldn’t shoot at German soldiers now.
We’ll tell them straight that we’re all friendly here -
And no more fighting in the world sounds sound!
They say we’re enemies again, old mate.
Ja, weihnachten war gestern, Bob my friend.
Forgive me if I take your life today…
*In 1914, the German and English troops had a ceasefire at Christmas.
I think my German words are correct, but apologies if not!
The “Veil”
The birth of a child born with a veil
Told that he would see thing unbeknownst to everyone else
Traveled outside of the only place I’ve ever known
Wow….a world out here, a world to call my own
Never knew these things would exist
Toils and trouble and an iron fist
Strapped on boots tugged on my chain
What do you know they just call my name
I guess I am somebody, let me through
I want to move to the front now with you
Thought I was rich, with only one hole in my shoe
My brother’s shirt, my father’s rule
Only seven of us kids with two out the door
Now only five of us left, what next…what more
Friday night is coming, and I’m afraid to sleep
Father is drinking, mother in the streets
Screams and shout would pierce my ear
Chains from her beating and the ice pick near
Is this the caul that I’m so blessed to possess?
Is it the rule, does it lead to success
I get through the night and move through the years
I often reflect and often shed tears
Do I share these thoughts or just let it be
Time waits for no one, neither does the cadre
Now on the front lines fighting this war of hell
Should have seen it coming, for I had the veil
There isn’t anything special about my life so far
Maybe this pen, paper and this memoir
I was expecting something different in this fast paced life
Not to be in this sand, not to see this suffering and stife
I’m really confused now, watch me exhale
No longer the little boy born with the veil.
Johnnie Eaves
I saw the top twirl
As he whispered over again to the crowd,
“You must be the change you wish to see in the world”
I breathed in his air as he did the same to me.
I could feel his presence,
His pressure
And yet he had no name.
He was homeless, he was free.
His speech ran through my bones
As he injected me with,
“Where do we belong in this world?
What are our hopes and dreams?
Are we glad to be alive?
Have we seen this world?
Have we explored it inside and out?
Have we discovered something we know nothing about?
Have we made a difference?
Have we made a change?
See this world spins around like this top in my hand
And I am surrounded by hims and hers.
The lights that make this world glow,
brightens our knowledge
And decides what we know.
This world is made up of scientists poets and theorists,
Writers, musicians,
Engineers and lyricists.
That is not a dream,
This is a part of reality.
The King had a dream, he wrote his own speech.
And Mrs. Parks was a black women and didn’t move from her seat.
Margaret Thatcher First woman Prime Minister in Britain.
Obama First black Leader in U.S.A.
They all made the change that effects us today.
But is it enough?
Like this top that twirls,
“You must be the change you wish to see in the world”
Take in this pressure,
It’s the world you’re after.
The decisions,
The chances you take,
Makes you…
Or causes disaster.
Like a hurricane or a typhoon
Maybe a tornado or a monsoon.
Punishment is natural and the effects are crucial
But what can you do to contribute to
To change…
The child that cries at night with no mother.
The prostitute that runs the street with every other brother.
The girls.. Date Rape.
The homosexual beat on because he’s not straight.
HIV and sexually transmitted diseases.
Things happening because of our reasons.
We blame it on each other and who’s pointing at me
We put the blame on everyone else except the person we see.
So this world is just like this top the twirls
“You must be the change you wish to see in the world”.
As I walked off I recaptured my thoughts
And loosened my brain.
I felt a change go through my mind
And my body was sore
I knew I must be the change I wish to see in the world.
.. The world
a planet with sorrow and pain ..
even earth is about to cut through his veins
there is alot going in the world today
earth a place so colorful .. yet in my eyes
the world now looks grey ..
they say history repeats itself ..
a "great depression" is amongst us
and this is just the beginning
wait till we reach the eye of the storm
they come in many sizes .. and this one
can be seen from several miles away
slowly it now takes its form ..
the financial instabilities ...
a proximate cause of World War II ..
is this the destruction of the human rase
the devil is known .. but he now got a face
a new world order .. humanity's disgrace
only the strong will survive
and the weak have to die
what is it they have in mind ?
a holocaust ? ..
the annihilation of thousands ..
maybe millions of people ..
and you say death is a raider ?
who are they to take the life of a stranger
let this be told only by god .. our only savior
Do we gonna have to start all over again ?
first they destroy .. then to rebuild ..
but first half of the world has to be slain
for god's sake imagine the pain we have to gain
.. now ..... are you affraid ?
because this is reality
so best grip your hands together
and now let us pray
and hope for the world ..
to never fade away
Striped of your name and trained to kill
Put a glaze over your eyes and war-forge skill
Suit you in armor and give you a gun
expect you to follow orders but you run
Part of the crew 49 all standing
awaiting the chance to escape the Landing
the machines try to stop you but your to good
your wits are sharp and do what you should
The delta shield scratched into your metal
you can crush the world like a rose petal
you live in a world of lies
but you can change it this time
but you know what you must do
you should fight for what's true
you are the Agent that got away (the only one who has)
Arkansas is your name (the world rests in your grasp)
( In recent days The Pope likened the Gaza Strip to a Concentration Camp. )
Hard Lines ( The Final Solution ) Forgotten
5 million 933 thousand 900 hundred Jewish people
The Holocaust
Of Buchenwald, Dachau, Auschwitz, Dzierzazna and Litzmannstadt
So many names
Of places of horror
And horror filled faces
The world still whispers with
These sickening memories
Of emaciated bodies
Piled in gas chamber graves
Survivors still carry their tattooed numbers
But so few of them now
Left that remember
The persecution camps
Now the children of these dead
Unleash their own bedlam
A new horror of death and blood
A new Pogrom
A new horror for screaming children
To witness
The suffering of
5 million 993 thousand 900 hundred people
Forgotten
In the wake of Israel’s expansionism
Killing and death
Has become common to them
5 million 993 thousand 900 hundred dead Jewish people
Wanted life
Wished they could live
Loved their lives
Their husbands, their daughters, their sons, their wives
And only desired peace
Concentration camp Gaza
Belittles the sacrifice of so many ruined lives
And adds to the stain of the murdered
The numbers of the innocent
And for pity’s sake the world mourned the fallen of Israel
But now
What conscience is there
What respect or care
Is there
For the 5 million 993 thousand 900 hundred
The Star of David
Has become nothing more than a Swastika
To the Palestinians of Gaza
Shame on you Israel
Shame on you
Id throw my life away,
Id run from the fame, and let go of the fortune,
if the world finally decided to stop all its commotion,
all these wars so infantile. the talk of blowing up another with a nuclear missile.
is this really what its come down to?
a chance at life, or death depending on who takes the first step?
we see our men die behind enemy lines, we watch our loved ones fall to their knees
a tear for a lost loved, a son, a daughter,
what if it was you? would you feel the same?
being shipped off in a body bag, given to your family with a flag and a pair of tags?
Id run away from all of this is only i could,
because once you realize its your best friend
the world is empty. You realize its a cold dark place,
never so tranquil, and never at ease,
we fight for what we cant have, and we are willing to spill blood,
Lose ourselves and our loved ones,
but we never think of the consequences till
The End.
Imagine a world if they made it first
Their want to dominate would continue to thirst
Heavy Water to be their goal
More innocent lives, more lost souls
The German want for Nuclear Arms
Brought them to, Telemark's charms
A county in scenic south Norway
If they achieve the world will pray
1942, at Vemork Power Station
Scientist boffins on the road to creation
Allied forces, intelligence heard
Sabotage on the tongue is the word
November 1942 Operation Freshman starts
The 1st British Airborne
From Wick, Scotland they part
Destination Møsvatn - frozen lake
Where hero's will land
For the worlds sake
But tragedy hits, the gliders crash land
Soldiers captured, now with German command
Gestapo interrogate these fathers and sons
On Hitlers Order
Machine gunned
Operation Swallow and Gunnerside
Norwegian and British commando pride
Take on this mission to destroy this plant
If they fail, they face German rant
Production impeded as they make their escape
To Ski to safety and dodge their drape
A decision is made to bomb the plant
143 B-17's, as many bombs grant
Many fail, to hit their mark
This Heavy Water terror in Telemark
Damage is little as the Germans act
Shipped back to Germany by boat and rail track
On February 20th 1944
The ferry ship SF Hydro is at the fore
Her laid-en cargo in railed tanks
By the grace of god, about to be sunk
Plastic explosive, alarm clocks
Ignite together as the Hydro rocks
As her Stern sinks, the tanks roll
Into the fjord, jeopardise German goal
All hero's they are to risk their lives
As this conflict of history
Is told from their eyes
To sabotage this plant and its Holy Water
And saved the world from Ultimate Slaughter
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php
How can the world be saved,
the answer is beyond the grave,
in the darkness can't be found by the light.
Explosion all around me by day and by night,
enclosed by emptiness,
nothing but a blade and my rift.
Somebody wanted me to destroy myself,
end my life- chance of a family maybe even a wife,
in the darkness men are endangered
minds void easy angered.
A confused soul devoured by men hole,
their is no struggle,
it's like a dog trying to bite through a muzzle.
In this darkness their is no one to call,
cause in this darkness all is at their down fall.
How can the world be saved
ask the son that JESUS gave..............
Felled down to ground by a terrorist’s round,
A rendezvous with death.
Twas the destiny by fate indeed, that Unnikrishnan met,
Plucked away into his prime, gallant efforts in vain.
Had he have cautioned slightly more accompanied by twain,
The nation would have gained a son,
And saved his loved ones pain.
For every bullet made for gun a marking on its path,
The one’s it slenderly misses, live to tell the aftermath.
A man confined to train so hard,
Protected from all glass and shard.
Unfortunately too soon the day had come,
To bid goodbye to all, not some.
If only every one of us, had learnt to love our neighbour,
The world so rosy we would find,
And never have to labour.
Our world off course without remorse,
Have lost themselves a major.
The enemies from a neighbouring land,
Had won themselves a wager.
A thing we must take notice of,
And never fail to remember,
Is everytime a life is lost,
It’s someone’s family member.
-Prince Freakasso
(Painter & poet)
Note: Major Unnikrishnan was a Commando Killed in battle against terrorists in Mumbai,
India, on 26/11/2008.
a fraction of Gods action is what the world needs
gonna send the wicked packin...bring the worthless to their knees...
action follows thought as quickly as thunder follows lightning
struck stupid with shock and stunned in awe are the fiends who keep on fighting
grabbin for gold on the backs of the bruised...going for broke with nothing to lose
stealing lost souls like subliminal criminals...with focus that's fatal they maximize the minimal
God watches and He waits
He shakes them to their deaths...He can hear their empty pleas
A fraction of Gods action is what the world needs
shadows turn into spotlights as hellions keep hiding
riots turn into revelutions...from the toe of the boot to the threat of the bullet
with holy hands on lunatic levers...righteous ones pull it
driving the damned...darkness swallows the doomed
because heaven's for faithful and hell is for fools
used like tools now they're crushed into dust...ashes to ashes the masses get mushed
like a volcanic rush...burning and bashed in fire they bleed
a fraction of Gods action is what the world needs
devils and demons keep running to refuge
now they pay for their sin by the ones they abused
recycled,reused,demolished and destroyed...
their time runs out like wind up toys
getting yanked from the ground like wicked weeds
the clock on the cross it stops and screams....
A FRACTION OF GODS ACTION IS WHAT THE WORLD NEEDS
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Eric Edward, what an inspiration
Fighting for a cause in a dangerous location
Browns, greens and dark colours match
Loading shells and weapons in a particular batch
The glint in his eye of that brave young soul
Heart beating pure, being home safe is his goal
Orders given to a job he may not understand
Passionate for his country on this foreign land
Heat blazing down on his fragile body
Brotherhood so strong, never shoddy
Maybe he is used as a pawn in a political battle
Unlike weak politicians, he’ll never throw in his rattle
Leading by example in a courageous way
In a world that looses patriotic views every day.
I remember the individuals who risk their lives
They also have Sons, mothers, brothers and wives
Lets not forget ‘Sweetheart’ who worries every night
Mother to her child who worries, hoping he’ll be alright
Never judge on what is right and what is wrong
The world is a long way from singing a harmonic song
Thank you for the efforts of the brave
Hopefully one day its your life I will be able to save
Come home safe to your worried mother
The day will be soon to embrace one another.
God bless.
Weep for the world people
As we sit back and watch it die
Do nothing and ignore her
Pretend you can't hear her cry
Weep for the world mothers
As she claims your children
One by one she takes them
And leaves you in ruins
Weep for the world fathers
As your sons head off for war
They come back in body bags
Never knowing the freedom they fought for
Weep for the world sisters
When your brothers don't come home
Shot down in the streets
Where in the night they choose to rome
Weep for the world brothers
As your sisters get abused
Never knowing their worth
They stay to be used
Weep for the world Familys
Look at what we have done
You can look away from it
But from the world you can't run