Missiles Poems - Poems about Missiles

Scarlet Ribbons Angry bullets curse and swear Paint scarlet ribbons through your ice blonde hair Scarlet ribbons burst the skies Scarlet ribbons haunt my eyes Then time stands still as I drift away Drift away to that sun-kissed day When we kissed goodbye, you began to cry Then I did too, as I wallowed in your eyes of blue Ran my fingers through your...

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You bombed, bombed Now you airdrop aids You killed, killed God’s children Pregnant moms Innocent women Poor toddlers Weak boys and sick men No reason You poisoned water You robbed, robbed Now you want To give sweet ice cream To children You are crazy You are sick How naughty What a shame How nauseating The world is at war This is sickening Hypocrites You are, yes you are You bombed, bombed You killed, killed The world is at war Humanitarian Food, bombs...

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Knock, knock, knock seething at her core, it's your older sister emoting once more.. Knock, knock, knock, bar that door. She's launching missiles in hopes of a sibling war.. Knock, knock, knock. You've been there before. If you don't want her angst, then just ignore.....

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We can never forget 9/11 We will forever remember such a date A date that will live in infamy A date that has everything in it: Sadness, fire, death, destruction and bravery Heroism, sickness and resilience, except happiness 9/11/2001 is a memorable and a daring date That changed the world. Things are not seen like The day before. We have a different perspective About...

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They suddenly barged in their tanks and trucks Covered in various armaments of war. Their vehicles droned, piercing the silence, Cutting deep wounds in that fertile land, And desecrating the once sacred ground. Rockets flew like meteors across the skies; Bullets sprayed from the barrels of the guns. Some found their mark, but some strayed from their path, Leveling all that within...

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New Thus it starts/missiles in Poland/hitting Poland flitting over Ukraine/Putin acted again, NATO? SELL OUT Nick Armbrister new book out soon...

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The War Rages On The war in Ukraine It rages on More refugees, More orphans, Mothers with children Trying to settle In Poland, The war in Ukraine It rages on The city of Mariupol Nearly destroyed Russian tanks And missiles Deployed everywhere Hypersonic missiles Attacking Arms Depot, Apartment buildings, Schools, even churches Being attacked by The Russians every day, Innocent children Have died, The war in Ukraine It rages on, Poland taking in the refugees, And the supplies, NATO worried about what...

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as if I didn't know it was you after all this time becoming nothing inside of me I'm tired of carrying your leftovers sabotaging my victories you who saddened my planets look up there the missiles strolling already looking for people like us look there among your memories there must be something that justifies us a damn happy breakfast after absence two or three tears and an ashtray...

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Hiding Under My 3rd Grade Desk David J Walker Mrs. Pollards smile Was enough to reassure every member Of her third-grade class That their world was secure As the crass voice in the Crackling PA speaker announced An End of the World Drill in the Middle of the day Usually, a call to quietly line up And make an...

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Sky Flames The general loved missiles. He got a tattoo of one. A big super-duper boom stick. Boeing MX Peacekeeper ICBM. Ten MIRV'd 335 kiloton warheads. City killers on our heathen commie enemies. The inker moaned like a boiler. Huffing and puffing. You represent evil. You're the military industrial complex. You're gonna wipe us all out. And a dozen more rants. The general sat there. Listening and getting his...

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There are certain foods that make one salivate and dribble Like all-dressed omelets, pizzas, pastas and kibbles Though kibbles is a dog food Try it, it helps you go poop You are even able to launch deadly nuclear missiles...

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THE OCTOBER OF MISSILES I loved her right down to the ground, But we were just too different: Quiet me with my books, In the public library; and Her with her noisy friends. The trouble had been brewing for weeks - The break up of the love affair; The last-minute envoys between, Her friends coming...

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"My dream, my passion is something like old fashion, My 'interaction' with 'provocation' in person was fearsome, I was not really handsome and I didn't had some(to corrupt him), Author, an accomplished one, But a minute sound came round and round in origin of a tone, The world told: You can't do it son, I was the one with perception, I didn't...

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It's March nineteenth, time for some sun No more nasty weather, send those blues on the run Nothing but giggles Sending love missiles Smack on the lips of some unsuspecting chum...

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We all hear about the habits of successful people, My habits are not the same. Successful people, whatever that means, Their habits seem kind of tame. I don’t read a lot, nor organize my year, Nor ever get up bright and chirpy. I enjoy writing my thoughts, living spontaneously, Then waking up feeling blurry. I dance in elevators, touch hot plates, And practice arguments...

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