Short Fertilised Poems
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re-post inspired by SO contest
In dead-man's land
red poppies grow,
Fertilised by blood,
sun and winter snow;
And on widows' weeds
streams of sadness flow,
Lost freedoms seeds
beneath ignorance goes
To no-man's land
where,there were but crows;
Categories:
fertilised, sad, war,
Form:
Elegy
pain of the prolonged wait
anguish of the extended break
cold stones of winter
fertilised soul hydrated heart
melodious mind
flowering the world of letters
blooming the heaven of words
questioning innocence of
the immaculate conception
the poet is a blessed soul
Categories:
fertilised, allusion,
Form:
I do not know?
In dead-man's land
red poppies grow,
Fertilised by blood,
sun and winter snow;
And on widows' weeds
streams of sadness flow,
Lost freedoms seeds
beneath ignorance goes
To no-man's land
where,there were but crows;
With Spring's new life
real peace they can know,
In the Morning Star's
perpetual glow!
Categories:
fertilised, death, life, war,
Form:
Couplet
somewhere
red poppies
grow
fertilised
by blood
sun
and
winter snow
lost
freedoms
seed
on widow's
weeds
sadness flows
to that
no-mans land
where
there
are
but crows
Categories:
fertilised, poetry, war,
Form:
Free verse
somewhere
red poppies
grow
fertilised
by blood
sun
and
winter snow
lost
freedoms
seed
on widow's
weeds
sadness flows
to that
no-mans land
where,
there
are,
but crows
Categories:
fertilised, war
Form:
Verse
Open poetic form the structure
somewhere
red poppies
grow
fertilised
by blood
sun
and
winter snow
lost
freedoms
seed
on widow's
weeds
sadness flows
to that
no-mans land
where
there
are
but crows
Categories:
fertilised, poetry,
Form:
Verse
re-post inspired by Kai contest
Futility...
somewhere
red poppies
grow
fertilised
by blood
sun
and
winter snow
lost
freedoms
seed
on widow's
weeds
sadness flows
to that
no-mans land
where,
there
are,
but crows
Categories:
fertilised, war,
Form:
Free verse
She's a skilled fighter
Nests a fire-breathing dragon
Rests in the barrel of her gun
The rumble of thunder
Just a drop of her blood
The badge stood crime still
Time froze in her powerful spill
Injustice fertilised the ground
Against all tradition, she's a knight
Hidden beauty behind the vise
Maiden on the wings of justice
An angelic armour shinning light
I drink daily from her mug
A fresh cop of her love
Full of peace like a dove
Her shield protects me like a bear hug
Categories:
fertilised, community, peace,
Form:
Rhyme