War Quatrain Poems

Why this inhumane suffering
A constant tale of slaughtering
Innocents who die
Forever in the earth to lie.

Do we need to see far more
All that suffering and gore
Lives...

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One year and more and if people die still,
Bombs keep raining, missiles shower red rage,
All seem routine in hearts hardening nigh,
World feels sad as an...

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In eastern lands, where once did roam
The winds of peace, and fields of home
Now echoes sound of bombs and gun
As war in Ukraine, is far...

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“The US First Cavalry arrived in Manila on February 3, 1945; it proceeded to Santo Tomas University north of the Pasig River, where 3,785 Allied...

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Muffled voices in steely cages. 
Misty streets filled with dirges. 
Blameless names on bloody pages,
young or old, folks of all ages. 

A mighty hand that...

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shattered glass,
all over the floor.
my feet bleed,
but I still want more.

some years ago,
you started a war.
I loved you once,
never again I, swore.

you paint me evil,
but...

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His name is Thor, the God of thunder,
the mighty son of Odin All-Father. 
His matchless strength can make the ground tremble, 
and make his enemies...

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Loneliness casts vague shadows,
gray mist clouds my mind.
Confused, my heart follows,
a path, that is undefined.

Can I see what is in front of me?
Or do I...

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My dear God,
This strange Sod
Has turned hard,
Its mind isn't broad.

War is by it loved,
Disaster is allowed,
To kill, it has vowed,
It carries blood-cloud.

It enjoys being a...

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Drowning in self degradation
Deliberate affliction is exacerbating 
Crystalline facade dulling senses 
Normalcy, forgetting our consensus


Score, decennary years within  
point, swirling under skin
Finality, deaths creeping...

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I shall enjoy the quiet of this Christmas Eve
Reminiscing about Christmases past,
Thinking about a lost love that will cleave
The heart, but memories do last and...

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Too Many Poppies  

I don’t want a poppy
I don’t want a shield
I don’t want to visit
Rows in Flanders Fields

Another young person 
Yes a young...

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As the clock of war is loudly ticking

Broader the smiles of death become

For the passing away of souls is thinking

Onto the oblivion’s horrific land!






© Demetrios...

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The trumpets are calling 
It is time to go to war 
Little children stop crying 
For I must go afar 

If my body lays to...

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Upon the Banks of the Canal

I sit here sipping cider on the banks of the canal,
I watch you as you walk and talk at great...

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