Peacetime Poems - Poems about Peacetime

In peacetime we're divided at war we're united Something wrong here time to right it...

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We had peace like the flowers blowing in the wind. After the rain the pretty flowers. Peacce like the sunset ends at the quiet of the day. Peace like the New Years after the war, Peace forevermore. Our freedom to love and hold our babies. and vote and live. Freedom to be happy and enjoy...

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The morning night thunder-shone The bright stars fractured me You in sudden surprise Whirling in your misgivings Baby gulls sit on our heads And we weep forgetting to be merry Broad is the scope of infinity Meet me in brackish waters Death to focus Death to style Come worming up to the hole Peacetime summer reds I can eat a clock and dream of orangutangs Forgive these latches Remove...

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Over a time frame of about eight years we would talk about the chapters of our lives and listening intently to one another She came from a small town in Texas and was an only child and was much closer to her dad than she was her mother Usually we would talk in private, just her and...

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This time I close my eyes But now they're opened wide To all of the things that blind To all of the things that obscure my sight This time I face the truth To all of the obstacles thrown in plain view To all of the visible clues Of everything I have to lose This time I can breathe Now the air is clear...

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Snap! Crackle! Pop! is the whispers of a warm camp fire. The sweet aroma of the maple as it leaks out of the burning wood. The fresh air. The glow of the yellow orange fire. The clear dark sky with the moon and stars shining so bright. Snap! Crackle! Pop! is the sound of peace. A camp fire is time...

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Each day lips rise, Chanting "peace",bloodshed,they seem to despise, As they seek to diminish war's size, Bringing to light hopes of being wise, But with time their shouts grow frail, For living it they fail, Whiles tears continuous to grow sore for death's tail, As soul's cling unto its trail, But its time to live the talk, For unto its path we should seek...

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i want to go back to the time when nothing mattered when being daddy's little girl was the best occupation a big little woman could manage... Back when riding your bicycle across the hood was the greatest adventure Back when having a crush on a boy who sits across me during art class meant nothing but coping with being shy and clumsy when he comes around I want to...

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I sit alone this morning with God for I know that He is here. Though thoughts may race within my mind, He says, "Be still and of a good cheer". Heavy burdened and weighted down from these thoughts which contend for His throne, He bids me, surrender them up to Him For my heart belongs to Him alone. Within that time alone with...

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