Short Battlefield Poems
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Time is a corpse,
Buried in this grave
Time lives a battlefield
Time is patient and
Heals slowly, but
Time captures all
Time waxes poetic
on a distant battlefield
The warrior a sage
—whose blood we all share
(Dreamsleep: September. 2022)
in love's battlefield
two men wage war for the heart
of the same woman
Date written: 10/19/2019
The cawing
of the great birds
drew more
to the feast
on the dead
as the black swarm
of sated flies rose
their shadow
cast a cloak
over the dying.
a neglected yearning
orphaned, long before death
concealed in view
obscured to the world
a parting conductor; reflected
an isolated pair
left without
If you can choose the battlefield
—you can determine the outcome
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
Adrian Simpson in ‘Falling Into The Darkness’
A thousand skulls litter the battlefield
the stench rises, vultures fall
rivers run red,
“wasted wars and selfish pride”
How many of them knew the truth?
On a battlefield lined
with the blood of dead letters
I slay the monsters of uncertainty
—and their legacy of fear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2013)
On a battlefield so far away,
those marching soldiers never play,
all scanning the horizon,
a target in question,
freedom defender,
with their rifle,
bayonet,
combat
boots.
Battlefield of Love
Us against the world
This battlefield of love
Weapons loaded
We smile bright
Our happiness a target
Were prepared for war
We march forward
love is a battlefield...
only thing is
there's more weapons than armor and shield...
so many weapons used....
words
denial
lies..
.......
do i need to continue the list?
Wisdom revealed yet is concealed,
since we have not before God kneeled
and since dark desires yet hold sway,
we fail to make love our mainstay,
treating life as a battlefield.
The bullets of your thoughts about your beloved body that sunk far into your flesh does not define your self worth.
Your body is not a battlefield, so why do you treat it like one?
turn our hearts into shields
let freedom liberty ring
when
justice step upon the battlefield
when
the lamp of courage glow
beyond the green hills of copperfield
Fear of death,
is nothing else but God's deterrent for to
prevent Man from deserting the battlefield
of life!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 November 2020
For those left behind
feeling the pace,
urban sprawl
remnants of the human race.
Revisited, looking in
cosmetic world
the haze removed
the urban battlefield.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
i do not sympathy those asking for it, i sympathy those laying down the battlefield,
their wounds dripping blood, not surrending...
i do not sympathy those i envy them for their greatness
above
the battlefield
a flock
of sound:
somewhere
between
Spring
remembers
to awake,
with
invisible kisses..
leaves..
its
fingerprint
How I wish troops were withdrawn from the battlefield;
And peace talks were honoured and respected.
How I wish there was a time when guns were silent;
To end one of the bloodiest wars on earth !
Dead poets
haunt your dreams
and disturb the sleep.
You wake up,
startled
as in a battlefield
fighting
the airy nothing.
Last night,
you remember,
the mosquito fight
you could not win.
Frantic shadows tell
A story of devotional love
Tangled with bloody crusades
Fought on a battlefield of
Deeply faithful attachment
A minefield of forceful words
An atrocity of absolute affection
Form:
Grace is our weaponry.
Masterful minds, plagued by
mankind's hard-won knowledge,
are the battlefield.
Insight leads to readiness,
To be blessed beyond,
all human intellect,
by God's greater love.
Form:
These hands and eyes
Are made of clouds
We pray for the
Red wounded deer
Frozen in
This battlefield
Time
Her red blood
Still warm
Her eyes,
Sing out, with despair
So helpless brings this dawn
Form:
Doing Time With Love
Like a raisin in the sun
Time is its own enemy.
Encountering love on its battlefield
It ticks away with ageless accuracy.
Eternity knows no boundaries;
And love is infinite.
My soldiers and
Worse!
My Generals
Failed to understand the kind of battlefield
They are dealing with.
They failed to understand
The difference between
Your skin,
Your Lips,
And
Your eyelashes.