Short Armistice Poems

Angel's amity amidst angry assembled archenemies,
archangel's amazing announcement,
an armistice achieved, armaments acquiesce,
ardent applause,
averted an armed and amoured armies animus
and an Armageddon annihilation...

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eleventh month of nineteen eighteen,
eleventh day and hour striking,
weary soldiers wept, relieved,
as armistice took root
and guns gone silent
raised a stillness
well-heard by
trench and
grave


November 10, 2022
A November Nonet Poetry Contest,
Andrea Dietrich, sponsor...

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This heart of mine is
a wanderer nomad and 
now it is on the 

loose. It became wroth
and restless for the mind is 
bowed down; the shameful

armistice is now
signed. Because it is still
aware that if it

gave upon on you,
if it ceased to love, it would
cease to beat eternally....

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Eleventh hour—
	young men perished,
	their hopes and dreams all lost:
	Ypres, The Marne, Verdun

of the
Eleventh day—
	silent, fell guns,
	and stillness took the front:
	Argonne, Belleau Wood, Amiens

of the
Eleventh month—
	the war men claimed
	would end all others:
	sadly, it did not...

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I marched the roads of the Western Front
To stem the tide of the Germans brunt
And stayed in the mud and blood churned ground
Of No Man’s Land and won to our victory bound

Australia lost 60,000 daughters and sons
Until the Armistice was signed and done
On battlefields there is silence now
And I Rest In Peace unbowed.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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Oh, how such calligraphy glints
In the waking sun ‘tis betrayal
Post-ejaculatory nocturne

Such crucifixion of misery
Performs as an aid to impending tragedy
And obliterates the art ‘tis suicide
so that infants be branded with
a mark of amour that is profound

In each and every star lies
a distinct honor undefined
In due time all shall awaken
Arousing armistice...

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WAR

In peace you 
frown
Tussle is your 
work tool
pain,turbulence 
and anger are 
in thy armoury
T'reat holds an 
upper hand in 
thy army
Thy assign 
force as an 
army staff

War you paste 
armistice in the 
heart of men 
clearing their 
wages with 
blood;
and   editing 
fear from the 
recruit
arming the 
with 
sophisticated 
weapons....

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The old soldier reflects
During a two minute lull.
Shiny medals worn
On clothes drab and dull.
Wearing a red poppy
With feelings of regret and pride.
Teardrops for comrades
Who died by his side.
Now begs for pennies
On the city streets
Looked down upon
By some that he meets.
Waiting for a pension
Promised years before.
One more statistic
A hero of war....

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                                                                                      Armistice day, 2012.
                               Never Look Away

Remember, remember,
11th November,
No more gunpowder,
Gas screaming rot.

Remember this day,
Never again,
And tomorrow those who fell we forgot.

Remember, remember, remember.


                              David Nickle Read   ...

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unrearthing the fallen saint
you wash your feet
and enter the temple of forgotten god :

cult of escape from
tangled half-truths
with dramatic entry of hysterics

you fail to accept yourself,
the grieving death-mask
transcends a fresco

labyrinthine, spacey
soul-sick mates
disputing for no things

the unstained shirt
reminds the absence
you bake a new recipe


SATISH VERMA...

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unrearthing the fallen saint
you wash your feet
and enter the temple of forgotten god :

cult of escapc from 
tangled half- truths
with dramatic entry of hysterics

you fail to accept yourself,
the grieving death – mask
transcends a fresco

labyrinthine, spacey
soul-sick mates
disputing for no things

the unstained shirt
reminds the absence
you bake a new recipe


SATISH VERMA...

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Just to be free
I will take a chance,
Without a backward glance
To close the door and lose the key
That has been too oft used
To unlock memories better lost in the sea
Of forgetfulness. 

Just to be unbruised
From a lifetime of hurt
And from all the recorded grooves
Played and replayed like a concert
That never improves and always subverts
Any chance of happiness,
Or at least a peaceful armistice....

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That awkward moment
when you stammer,
truth spurts out:
how not to offer a straight reply.

Your green eyes
tell me the pain
of last century.
Of armistice, of amputated legs
and then you don’t know what to do with your existence.

Darkened trees spit the starlight.
I will wait for the maddening crowd
to take the dip in the holy lake,
to wash out their sins
under the full moon.						


SATISH VERMA...

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Somber grey,true dismay
Abstruse plight,day is night
Assailants might,no armistice
           Goth
Abatoirs full of disgorge
A world depraved,a blackish haze
Ignominous calamity
            Goth
Fathomless,the abyss
Callosity,the damned to be
Feinous atrocities
             Goth
Evil adulation,whole affectation
Amoral fixation,mind controlled nations
Robotic existence,lost in decadence
             Goth...

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Self-crippled arrayed in abundance
Too poisonous to move, to dance
Striking a medicare deal
Reeling in unemployment checks
Our disabled bodies left to hang

From crippling blows
The pressure of expectation
Lynching sanity
Propping self-delusion on stilts

Searching for rights
The reason to exist
In a muddled play by play

Blessed are those in spirit
Accepting power over their destiny
Accepting free will
And the test of time...

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Don’t know 
that I ever looked
forward to sunrise—
days just seem to come 
and go, like desert flowers 
and dust-devils, tumbleweeds 
ripped from their arid rest:

safe in my shared crevice
with other baked eyes
I watch the spiraling tails
trying to escape the heat 
(a monolithic trance)

snakes, scorpions 
and myself
we keep an armistice
not to hunt one another
till walking, slithering, 
crawling, back into 
the night…....

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Listen to poem:

The barbed wires gone  the craters filled in
But the poppy's still grow on Flanders fields 
men's tears have been wiped and burials done
But the poppy's still grow on Flanders fields 
young men died  because old men lied 
But the poppy's still grow on Flanders fields
A nation bows its head in prayer this day
But the poppy's still grow on Flanders fields
stop the killing end these wars 
and you will not need poppy's in a hundred years ....

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Rain O Rain





As I wait for rain
that quenches thirst of the dry soil,
Longing for petrichor rises
as breaths anticipate new life,
Magical raindrops 
flow in veins of gods ...
Armistice to soul's content,
an essence for the ebbing,
Heavenly earthy incense
no worldly aroma can match ...
Drenched in icicle drizzles 
I hang onto year after year,
waiting for his eternal scent.




Written June 9th, 2016
For contest by Binibining...

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Like a desert lily
Like February sunshine
Like an August rain
Like daisies in a pavement crack

Like a cat on your lap
Like a parent's compliment
Like a child's gratitude 
Like a smile on the subway

Like an oasis in the desert
Like regaining your sight
Like cancer in remission
Like a winning lottery ticket

Like a reconciled marriage
Like an armistice announcement 
Like a stay of execution
Like a rolled away stone 
  by an empty tomb...

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Sometimes it pours like hot
drips of melted wax from a candlestick;
your migraine.

I wanted armistice.
Untangle the lies,
I am not in your firing line.

The tulips in the barrel of your gun
cannot forgive the bullets.
There will be no ceremony after the funeral.

Give a slice of blue departure
of moon to light the beach,
there was a brutal murder on the lake

among the muffled waves of protest
in the home of insanes, who were
praying for the sun to return.



SATISH VERMA...

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Who was the dancer of death ?
You went for the kill, 
and not for the killer.

The frail armistice. You 
launch a drive for the drill. 
It was more than what?

meets the eye. Looks like an 
Armageddon. You begin in earnest 
to ward off the paranoia.

Nativity  was at stake. A 
captive psyche fights the fading 
memory. Your face goes blank.

My things and your things.
It should not have happened this way. 
It should not have happened that way.


Satish Verma...

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Normal is a Casualty

    I accidentally wandered inside your heart.
    I didn't mean for you to watch me die.
    This burden would rob the blind
    and leave the weak for dead.

    Our bed's become a battle field,
    a no man's land between us.
    We finally reached an armistice,
    but all wars leave their wounded.

    Time has slowed to a crawl waiting
    for test results and next moves.
    Will we ever know normal again?
    The clock's always midnight and noon....

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Image of South Africa Cape Town Table provided by Pixabay

Token Steps 


Ruling winds the austral buttes naked slopes ...

                   as vortex smoky rise aloft Zulu's kraal
            Clans in circular indlu huts enclosing round
                   all women famous to craft their beads
           while getting set for tomorrows Reed Dance
                   a trait of Zulu armistice Nguni extends

Bestill, war drums eve chants Shaka's hopes ...


2021 May 29...

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Sometimes it pours like hot
drips of melted wax from a candlestick;
your migraine.

I wanted armistice.
Untangle the lies,
I am not in your firing line.

The tulips in the barrel of your gun
cannot forgive the bullets.
There will be no ceremony after the funeral.

Give a slice of blue departure
of moon to light the beach,
there was a brutal murder on the lake

among the muffled waves of protest
in the home of insanes, who were
praying for the sun to return.



SATISH VERMA...

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