Short Battled Poems
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Oh like an army
she battled through my defence
like a tornado
blew away a mordant mind,
yet the touch of an angel.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Forlorn love letter
Posted by crestfallen heart
Paper full of pain
Origami crafted boat
Battled turbulent water.
Marigolds, the tint of molten sun,
Battled with the aphid horde, and won,
Routing them with pungent, putrid stink,
Beautiful to see…not smell…I think.
There once was a girl named Dan
She was so brave she battled a can
The can was so crazy and brave
But in the end the prince was saved
So that’s how I became tan
He should never have stepped in the ring
Because he had no talent to bring
Even though he battled
His brain just got rattled
And now he can't remember a thing
Beryl, a beach girl of some girth,
Was paddling for all she was worth,
Her face looked so stark
Being chased by a shark,
As she battled to get out of the surf.
The cavalry charged, leading the way
The infantry advanced, joining the fray
As for me, I was up to a little deviltry
Donned my goggles ~ battled virtual reality
I battled with
my chess machine
It defeated me
Man vs. Machine
Just like John Henry
I feel like I
may
die
with a hammer
in my hand
or perhaps a pawn, rook or knight
There once was a birthing person from Perth
He/She/It battled quite a hefty girth
Couldn't sit, so she squatted
Reputation mud-spotted
But oh man, could she push when she gave birth
I saw a battled frame
housing a black
and white photo
of a hero
in war,
proudly posing
hiding his fear,
his fragility
some family's pride
and country's
creased,
in a junk shop
I knew a man who wanted all his life to just be right
He challenged every question, every doubt he would indict
And though he struggled earnestly, and battled hard and long
The best that one could say was … that at least he wasn’t wrong
World War II was exciting to me
Was just a young'un us against them
The outcome was predetermined
Good against evil us against the demons
Good guys ALWAYS win
With our “pretend” guns and tanks
We battled those dirty NAZIES
Battled the mirror since the age of eight.
This on going war inside me I hate.
We all act like its a sin.
I have a slim chance to win.
Today the fight starts to lose weight.
**By Chris Matt
**”Me Against Myself Contest.”
**June 28, 2011
It’s cold
It snowed
I shivered
I shoveled
A Solstice sun
Silently smirked
Iridescent icicles
Licked their lips
A crunch of crusted snow
Battled the scritch of shovels
Headless snowmen
Wandered in wonder
I shoveled
I shivered
It snowed
It’s cold
the war was well
on its way
mottled and coddled
battled and bottled
before the
front was modeled
the frontline was hobbled
the forefront was cobbled
dark hearts be doubled
light hearts be troubled
the war is well
on its way
Intricate labyrinth of feelings,
Closed around her heart.
Suddenly and completely.
She never fully battled out or apart.
Overcome with out-of-control emotions
That could neither be shaken or explained,
Nonverbalized, pent up, and out-of-control,
She was unhappy, angry, and deranged.
Intricate labyrinth of feelings,
Closed around her heart.
Suddenly and completely.
She never fully battled out or apart.
Overcome with out-of-control emotions
That could neither be shaken or explained,
Nonverbalized, pent up, and out-of-control,
She was unhappy, angry, and deranged.
They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.
Down the Missouri they traveled,
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end.
©2013 Honestly JT
A battle of life.
We're both trying to win.
We battled and faught.
Trying to seek revenge.
Revenge is sweet.
What goes around comes around.
Some days I feel you pick me up.
Othere days I feel you slam me down.
The end is coming.
The line we have to cross.
Yes I did it, I won!
But why do it feel like I lost.
Form:
I set out on a journey
To explore the depths of me
To know who I am,
And what I'm supposed to do.
As I made my way through the valleys,
climbed the tallest summits,
I battled my personal demons,
I overcame my own fears as well.
I found strength in my courage
And courage in my heart.
I discovered a new me.
Resting on-solder John AN EPITAPH
So dies this wayward soldier laid at rest
Battled on raging strong
At skies night he fellowships
Now with those others veterans of other wars
His body now at peace
As God has him now on His golden streets
Resting on-soldier John
2/3/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
inside if mind
no less of ledged, against
you bet, wild
that i didn't wink
sworn to soar over with oath
in torn battled threads
instill
i'd fend
often from wherever
in between needles, break
findings the fiddlers wife
chins reddened and thoughts ill
gotten white?
rotted harm
to joyfuls shoulder
i should find, myselfish poor
hot phenomenon
ancient lava rings
hexagonal shapes appear
molten rock anneals
where titans battled
geometric footprints pave
the giants causeway
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PINK
PINK
PINK
painting PINK
In memory of Clara Anderson—artist--beloved aunt, mother and role model
Clara had her breasts removed
Long before Pink was beloved
Bravely faced the doctors knife
Mother’s friend and navy wife
Clara danced on 30 years
Battled pain
Laughed through tears
And her paint brush
Carried on
Splashed her color
Like a song
(Value of the Kingdom of God)
MT 13:44
The kingdom of heaven is like a treasure buried in a field
Which a person finds and hides again
Out of joy goes
Sells all that he has and buys that field
Reflection:
Heaven is a treasure
A person finds
Distractions and Temptations came
Tackled
Battled
Overjoyed
Success is the result
J.
Form: