Short Barbed Poems
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The casualties of war
It shocks me
to the core
the
barbed wire fences
at your door
then
we ask
for peace
once more
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Lawns luxuriant
Drew sight of poor passersby
Barbed fence mocked when near!
Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak, 2017
Once
I roamed the grasslands
Free
Once
Full quick alert vital
Free
Nature framed my existence
Now
Your barbed wire is all
I see.
Confederate types some admire
Punctured DEI's entire hire
The world is a throng
And civil war's wrong
But that car just hit their barbed wire
on prairies lovely
combed with moth wings emerald....
barbed pines prick clay's flesh
(( for Charles Henderson's
Strict Haiku 2 Contest))
dawn’s barbed talons
slowly splay a sleepless night…
crimson scars
daybreak’s ruby blouse
softly drapes a diamond skirt…
morning dew
Her eyes drip down scorn
Like pus from running sores
Every word edged and barbed
To rip and rend and tear
She lives to laugh at suffering
But oh she has such pretty hair
Sitting on the fence I get entangled
in the barbed wire,
I lie on the heap of ashes
of my cherished dreams
wondering when a stray spark might
rekindle the flames of my dormant desires.
feel the hedge the dunnock had slept
its lines a scribble toddlers had drawn
he nested in a pen test on scrap paper
edging fields in barbed wire branches
sleep static acrobats on frozen trapeze
the sun, having been fixed
on the barbed wires of my ranch,
is in a state of fear and shock,
cause it has blocked the night's path;
that's why it will have to be exposed
to the night's wrath
Dark emotions like barbed wire wrapped around my heart
I grab my blade
I watch as blood flows and my skin comes apart
With the blood goes the pain
A temporary release to keep just barely sane
and so it begins....
my withdrawal from an addiction
that causes so much pain
frustration and confusion
as I bounce off
of these barbed-wire walls
I know I am strong enough
to finally break free
There's a fairy in my chest
Live's with two crooked knives
In a barbed wire nest.
She loves to play and hide
In the dense and dolorous vines.
And I can get no rest.
As she tortures me at all times.
In the debt of separation
Yet we mortgage our eyes
On the firing sand of separation
Yet there has left a long way
In this barbed valley
Yet it to be blooded our dreams
Listen Imran please
Yet you do not lose hand
I wander
In barbed circles
Seeking grace
In faux distance-
Looking back
In wry dismay…
My baggage has followed me
WHITNEY 2 - Poetry Contest
~05 Sep 2017~
Rusted wire against a tree, year by year recedes
The countless rings of outer bark enwrap the wire within.
I mark the circles choking me. I’m taut, stretched thin.
Thus Time is so absorbing me. Consumed. The oak tree feeds.
I’m a fencepost
With barbed wire
Leaning
On the prairie
I don’t know
What I’m keeping in
Or
What I’m keeping out
I’m just a fencepost
With barbed wire
Leaning
On the prairie
Your words sting me like a bee
Barbed, cutting, cruel and callous
You really don’t understand me
Go back and live in your ivory palace
18th March 2015
Inspired having read the recent poems of Jade Celeste
break of day pungent
a small swimming fish wallows
because of the ice
~
break barbed of this day
a large swimming fish wallows
he enjoys the ice
2/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Jutting out dangerously.
Attention needed urgently.
Gashed and hurtful no one liked.
Grating metal barbed and spiked.
Exposed wire to catch your clothes.
Dull and jagged everyone loathes.
Barbed volleys
Wound my heart.
Sieved and torn,
Crippled beyond repair.
I crawl,
Seeking condonation,
For what I know not,
Content with scars.
Would that they disappear
Without trace,
To start afresh;
But barbs suppurate!
Form:
Zena hailed from the Zeta Reticula star system and she
was bored with the military’s handling of her. Day after day of
interrogations and discussions for weapons or space travel.
barbed wire
she yawned wondering if it was
to keep her in or them
Thoughts billowed out from the mind
All the disbeliefs and sins whirl around my soul
What's more...
The barbed arrow of time pierces into my heart
And as the witching hour dawned upon us
It snatches my breath away... Am I in hell?
©malavikavipin
Birds have no country,
Fishes no country.
Rivers count no Army, no Border.
Showing thumbs to all raising guns and mighty kings,
the rivers move running, tearing all barbed wires
of the Border.
O Man, where have you got the Border
and the border-guards?
we climbed a barbed wire farm fence
falling into brambles that scratched us up
suddenly we were in a meadow
with tiny wild strawberries, daisies, violets, iris and queen anne’s lace
we’ll take it, we told the realtor
a Shangri-la which we still love