Bloodshed Poems - Poems about Bloodshed

Borders are lines drawn in dust, but the wails of war ride the wind— no map can contain a scream. War does not choose a side; it is a fire that devours both hearth and forest. One body may bleed, but the other's soul turns to ash. From far behind velvet curtains and polished screens, war looks like a chessboard— moves, strategy, gain. But at the...

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Glory is hidden once again She had bidden And created a din Glory is there Ahead of me Horribly fair Says I made her free Glory is gone But not dead like me The veil has been drawn I didn’t know to flee Ah, but what does it matter Glory lied to me Yet she caused blood to splatter Creating a Red Sea She told me I was great And so I...

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Lord, I know your love, but show me Your justice. I know the day will come when probation is done, and everyone will see their eternal destiny justice meted out in judgment reality... I know, I know that day will come But...what about now, Lord? What about now? What about the mothers who mourn for their children war has torn from their breast What about now, Lord? What about...

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The month of August brings with it memories of the Beirut blast. Beirut is once again under attack. I wrote this poem as a tribute. The Rape of Lebanon My darling, Lebanon, do not be fooled What they feel for you is lust and not love You're scented cedars and your hills, bejeweled make you a piece of heaven...

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It was blood-red; it should have been a pretty sunset but it had a too open, too inflamed eye It should have been spectacular, yet that blood, it ran downwards, it dripped into our own open eyes. As we looked, as we saw what the blood saw; that silent voice of our hidden blood cried out like one wounded animal. In a way it may have...

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Always there, something that I dread; Tired of emotional bloodshed; Tightens and unravels the thread inside my head, inside my head; Keeping a serene habitat, grabbing a close friend for a chat quick to lower your thermostat; Imagine that, imagine that....

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Seventy five years to the day Where the country celebrated And memories were made. A day of happiness when the news Came through, cos emotions were high But feelings were blue. Soliders lost friends, comrades they Called family, our country remembers The sacrifice that they went through, the fear, and unhappiness. So has the Soliders came home, crowd's Lined...

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The blood that flows everywhere It can also pass through your house Holly with the fresh blood of little bones Can also be played at your home Whom these bloody beasts are squeezing That skin may also be of your mother or sister If you don't throw water on neighbor's fire That fire can also visit your home Awakened authors with sorrow and...

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lone bugle laments their bloodshed and sacrifice ne’er forget their feat Premier Contest Sen-ru (rather than hi-ku) Sponsor Brian Strand 4th PLACE...

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BLOODSHED HIS BLACK LIFE ON CANVAS HIS BLACK LIFE ON PAPER PAINTED BLACK AND RED 8 I TRIED HARD NOT TO LET THE RED LIFE’S BLOOD SPILL OFF THE CANVAS 8 I WANTED TO PUT IT BACK IN HIS BODY AND MAKE HIM WHOLE AGAIN 8 TRY TO RECONNECT WHAT WAS LOST FOR HIS BRIEF TIME HERE 8 SO MUCH BLOOD SHED HIS LIFE GONE GONE TOO SOON 8 WANT TO HEAL ALL HIS...

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It gives me no pleasure to speak of blessings when my country men lie.. where they were struck by the enemy.. that enemy of mine.. who mocks my peoples progress and vision.. The enemy spied my vision and progress so he sent his minions to wreck havoc.. spread terror in the motherland.. Kenya i speak of tears for its a bitter cup.. The...

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Remembering the time of fragrance Now everywhere spread is gloom Vision is blur, nothing in vein Flames are set by those insane... Kids swayed under canopy's light Their noise was sweet and sound Now still is all let it move someday As all has turned to burnt hay... Every drop of tears are saved For children to gratify their thirst Suppressed are the uproar of...

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This cold wretched war was too much for our waking nightmare to even compare, compare to the horrid bloodshed that ran deep into the ground as our men and women of this nation fell, fell too hard for our weak knees and diminished hopes to ever see such a light in our future that would...

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The sky is red by the blood being shed The conscience of civilized world asleep Where in the world is humanity being lead Here is a corpse there is a throat cut deep Vultures are feasting, dogs devouring Devils dancing, angels clamoring Monsters feasting, demons dancing Guns tottering, weapons wielding Is Muslim blood thinner? Easy to be shed without remorse Palestine, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Kashmir and...

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Since It's very hard living in these days & times I don't mean pick up a gun & gather a group to help you run A campaign Must be created & implemented with Thought & Education Unless you rather spend your time behind bars in frustration Without freedom of your own god given talents I'm not trying to say these words...

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