Best Weaponry Poems

Rose, in your redolent, roseate glow -
your firelight petals like hearth of home -
I alight with messages from beyond walls of night,
imparting hope over din...

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I'm a grit teeth beginner breaking out the cage,
growing strong and fitter with wit coming of age,
squeezing letters out of lemons got me in a...

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Before the faint feathered light of dawn becomes airborne
and the world around me lies hushed in peaceful slumber
I often ruminate on the rose and its...

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Apparently Soup finds the Latin word for ‘Human’ offensive;
about as ‘P.C. gone wrong’ as it’s possible to get. I have had to
include completely superfluous hyphens...

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Broken Soldiers

Broken soldiers, tend their wounds,
in sterile sunless corner rooms.
They bide their time in fretful hours,
to ward away the memories, dour.

These valiant ones, once walked...

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On the Greatest country on this Earth
The American, country of their birth
Sioux, Cree Apache
Native Indians all of thee
 
For generations they hunt and live
Summer bloom,...

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Though still within our infancy, 
we strive to thrive, but woefully 
we flash and flaunt our 'primacy',
display our trophies pridefully.
 
Our terra firma ecstasy
destroys survival's...

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B ruised by bitter blows
R age uncontrolled, bestowed
U nable to break free, I cringe
T error terrifies… yet again…yet again
A rsenal of belittling weaponry, employed
L ayer...

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"METAL....I AM METAL"

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Whence diplomacy fails mankind.
Soldiers amassed with patriotic duties to fulfill.
Some willing, some underaged, some desperate.
Weaponry and vehicular production overdriven.
Military strategies drafted that await execution.
Prayers flood...

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Every day and night all I can
hear are strangers cursing,
cracking jokes, and laughing
at my distorted image.
Words become weaponry,
life never seems to be rid
of discrimation and...

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Plenty of sleep, no more tv, the wars in the Middle East
are resource wars, disguised as religious debates.
So Dad would say.

A beautiful winter day, hunting
season....

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easy open zip-lock re-sealable bag tear along dotted line no wrong place try a little below dotted line crap well maybe a little above dotted...

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Dopo lunghe vicende della vita
Mi ritrovai seduto su un divano       
Con un telecomando fra le dita.
When my life struggles...

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Feline
Highly strung
Hidden weaponry afoot
Pussy purr; sadistic slash ~
Masterstroke...

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