Short Battle Scarred Poems

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Battle Scarred

No towel dries these stains
Dragon scales that pierce my soul
Hateful words that scorch my heart
Your reptilian heart
Stay hidden among strangers
Battle scarred by your coarse touch
Form: Sedoka


Fall the Night

Fall the night upon me dark
Naked born this journey embark
Of friend or foe as yet unknown
Time will tell in deeds be shown

In shadow times when virtue fades
Within a soul love does degrade
All around in greed and pain
A girded heart with taut refrain

Fall the night upon me dark
Tend this weak eternal spark
Battle scarred and scarlet stain
Upon this hallowed ground remain
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member I Am Barefoot Standing On Uncleaned Soil -

barefoot and present old soft shoes naked foot wiggling toes grimacing I come to manipulate the ground that I stand dirty souls marching forth battle scarred wiggling toes grimacing with rhythmically amalgamated marching forward March up one, two. three four Holy clean feet and soul I am barefoot standing on uncleaned soil
6/8/23 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023

Cinderella

He has learned to earn joy from paying sorrow's fee
He has learned to turn and fight and never to flee
He has unloosed the burden of false royalty
Cast off at low-tide to be swept out to sea
His bended back straightens to a minute degree
He walks a bit taller, a better man to be
With nothing to lose now, with no guarantee
A battle-scarred prince bows to one shaky knee
At last feeling worthy to request it of thee
To slip on your slipper, it fits, you will see
Form: Monorhyme

And Now He Calls and Says Can I Spend the Night

.... and now he calls and says can I spend the night
I remember the last time that was said.
He was ragged thin and taunt
not long from the front
battle scarred and weary
eyes all torn with fear.
A homeless boy with horror in his soul.

.... and now he calls and says can I spend the night.
from rounded robust health not gaunt,
so long from the front
not battle scarred or weary.
A politician soft and plump
with a war to fight so new.
and I sent him away with horror in my soul.


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