Short Bombings Poems

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Premium Member TO THE NEED OF LOVE'S GREAT WAR

TO THE NEED OF LOVE’S GREAT WAR

Rockets and bombings,
Replace peace and harmony;
Death, toasting with blood:-

Let us go to peace,
Feeding those starving from war:
Bombing them with love:-
Form: Senryu


Premium Member - Haiku X 13- Boston Bombs -

One lovely ballerina
                                            The bombings slammed
                                                No more dancing






28.04.2013
A-L  Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Form: Haiku

Pray For Paris

I’m all shocked and confused
after watching the news
hostages, bombings and shoot-
ings, this is really too much
I can’t do much
so my mission
is to pray for all the victims
their families and the millions
of French people all over the world
© Elis Artis  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Seattle Peaceful Protests Intensified

'Peaceful Protests Intensified' --

  So the morrow's headlines certified
  But how'd reporters turn blind eyes
  To fire-bombings that terrorized
  a downtown stunned and traumatized
  Why was ugly violence euphemized
    ~ as 'Peaceful Protests Intensified'
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Light of Truth V

Ignorance and darkness my Lord Your light of truth tried to extinguish but to no avail!








© Demetrios Trifiatis
       10 April 2017

* At least 45 people were killed and dozens injured on Palm Sunday bombings at two Coptic churches in Egypt. God bless victims' souls!
Form: Monoku


Premium Member IN THE SPRING OF CONFUSION: A TANKA DUO

Tree-branched bird staring,

Looking me right in the eyes;

We both confused:

Humsn and natural nature,

Inhibiting springing peace:-



Wars' twofold nature:

Destructive storms and bombings;

Both dooming in spring:-

God's spring cleaning is coming;

Let us get to sowing peace:-
Form: Tanka

Fireworks

Red, yellow, blue.
The fireworks in the sky 
Go crackle boom-
And mother-
Like a child,
Scurries
To her room-
For the sounds 
Remind her of
Shootings in Beirut
Bombings in Batroun
Other mothers sobbing over their
Children’s tombs
The fireworks in the sky
Go crackle boom-
And the city celebrates
As my mother’s
Cold heart
(Iced with fiery war-)
Thaws with gloom.

Premium Member Terrorism Knows No Geography

hate knows no limits
Boston or Beirut Bombings
innocent ones die

in Paris or Pakistan
atrocities unlabeled
innocent ones die

Baghdad or Berlin
Lives should have the same value
innocent ones die

innocent ones die
religion or politics~~~
extremism kills

Terrorism reigns
the world is no longer safe
innocent ones die

say a prayer for all
terror plays no favorites
innocent ones die

Eileen
Form: Senryu

Premium Member In Thy House

In

                                         the house

                                        of Thy love

                                     the seed of hate

                                           Sowed*








© Demetrios Trifiatis
        10 April 2017

*At least 45 people were killed and dozens injured on Palm Sunday bombings at Coptic churches in Egypt. God bless victims' souls!
Form: Lanterne

Premium Member Lady In Black

'Round & round the block she goes
Whose house she stops  nobody knows

Curtains are drawn lest darkness appear
Clip-clop the lady in dark we all fear

Neighbors are heard, sobs distant muffle
Drones in the sky cause quite a kerfuffle

What evil minds invent such horror?
I pray Mother Mary help us! I implore

"Cease-fire for one-day" he exhorts with mirth
"Bombings will resume" just after His Birth



12/25/14
© All Rights Reserved
Form: Couplet

Pray

Pray for the widows with dead roses in their hands.
Pray for the refugees; no blankets in the sands.
Pray for the dictator that dares to seize our land.
Pray for the missionary as she helps with heaps of grace.
Doctors without borders offering remedies at fast pace.
Pray for the children separated from their mums.
While their lives are at mercy mislaid with miseries of distress.
Pray to the God all mighty to fix this awful mess.
Bodies left dead from bombings never laid to rest.
Form: Rhyme

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