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Civilian Poems - Poems about Civilian


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civilian thoughts and washed plates possibly? that you own my country or an answer of assembly and ranks i am unfile-able above too cream, too polished for beams an irish american from ireland and i was saying this is how we created allow you to learn i a loud and happy by bellows and bass the inordinate coordinate reflex of my speech is war confronted you,...

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Categories: civilian, allusion, america,
Form: Free verse
War
I am a civilian at war I do not know how to hold a gun at all I hope to return home a warrior I am a civilian at war facing giants and the world I hope you hold my hand when I stretch it for help I am a civilian at war My feet are swollen and my stomach...

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Categories: civilian, how i feel,
Form: Free verse



Civilian Casualty
Civilian casualty All wars are bad, but wars can be stopped if there is will seek peace, which there is not the civilians in Ukraine must suffer more. How many non-combatants are killed in this Russian versus NATO and the USA we don’t know but the number of dead seems relatively small when so much has been bombed to...

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Categories: civilian, absence, anger, corruption,
Form: Blank verse
Premium Member Civilian Casualties of War
The war crimes in Ukraine Is a monstrosity It's the devil at work The piper must be paid ...

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Categories: civilian, death, horror, war,
Form: Monchielle Stanza
The Civilian Plants
The Civilian Plants Mansur Aziz To the offices they go, the civilian plants, Wearing suits and pants and ties. The lifts carry them to the room air-conditioned And their time becomes naughty with the Venetian blinds. Illicit love grasps them- And the office they change after the transfer order. Home they come if the bill is belated Their bodies they bask in the sun Or...

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Categories: civilian, city,
Form: Ballade



Soldier and Civilian (1842-1913?)
Cloaked in a Civil War Cape Swaggered the fierce And fearless and cavalier shape: Proud Ambrose Bierce. Editor, author and wit, Bierce had the zest And courage and cunning to fit Well in the West. Then when his days dwindled lean, Bierce rode away; Old Mexico swallowed him clean, Gulping her prey. Cynics like him are the last Men to seek fame, So bitterness out of the past Still dims...

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Categories: civilian, history
Form: Verse

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