Short Fighting(A) Poems
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fighting a war all on my own
whilst from a far they assess my sanity
I may be a nutter so I'm left alone
a middle finger to humanity
Boldly he goes fighting a mighty foe,
Fearless and dauntless defending his own,
Courage aboundinghe stands all alone,
Seeking and findinf his eternal home.
Beg for sadness, end
Fighting, a castrated peace
Open cuts, betray
©Drake J. Eszes
"Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity." -Carlin
I didn't want to
I didn't want to
Do those things with you
But you persisted
Crushed my soul
Then enlisted
Now your off fighting a war
While I'm here feeling like a whore
Able to give the Lord control?
Seems like I am fighting a bull!
Why should people be their master?
It only ends in disaster!
Through Jesus I made my change
Life no longer is so strange!
Red and blue
It used to be so
Black and white
Good v Evil
Fighting a cause
United against
The milk snatcher
Now it's endless
Shades of grey
Sold down the river
By a wolf in sheep's clothing
Hold
on tight
fighting a
wave of panic
suspended ; don't ever wanna go back
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Cages Trump Will Rattle
Have been conflicted by fighting a battle,
After all our cages Trump still does rattle;
Like little kid,
Who flipped lid,
And he like telling lies and on us will tattle.
Jim Horn
Another night, the end is near
Just enough time for one more beer
Pockets empty, fighting a yawn
It's time to go, the beer is gone
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Determined to move ahead
Yet held back by destiny..
Rebelling against fate,
Fighting a ghost enemy..
Frozen at the crossroads,
Confusion veiling all clarity..
Step ahead and create history,
Or fall back and follow the legacy?
When northern Auroras inspire us,
It’s best not to be too inquirous.
Each red or green clot
Seems ablaze, but it’s snot—
Poor Rudolph is fighting a virus.
(written for the Funny Reindeer Limerick contest, 12 Dec 2018)
There are two soldiers inside of me.
Fighting a battle I can plainly see.
One is very bad,
and that makes me sad.
One is pretty good,
and does as it should.
Who will win we will see,
For that battle is going on constantly.
Edward J. Ebbs - December 01, 2002
Silence so loud.
At times, deafening.
Vacant stare,
Exposed, exploited.
Muzzled, mocked.
Engaged in the war
Fighting a losing battle.
Rifles out, ready.
One, two, fire.
Man down.
Mayday!
Yes, send help.
Stay calm,
Escape reality,
Lost again.
Fragile soul.
1/13/2017
Would we be as good
As I hoped we would be
Would the risk be too high
Or is it just me
Should I give up and let go
Of these hopes and these dreams
Or fight till the end
For what I believe
Have I stepped out of line
By writing all this
Are we living a lie
Or fighting a wish
Wealth,
We see them in the streets,
Those barely making ends meet,
Trying so hard,
To stand on their feet.
Feeling so beat,
Fighting a need to eat.
Asking GOD above,
Send down your love,
So we can share,
How much we care,
Instead of watching them,
just sit there.
She's fighting a silent battle within.
No one notices, no one cares.
She wants it to end, but not knowing how.
The torment is so strong.
In her mind she wants to die.
No matter how hard she tries.
She cant fight no longer,
Tears will flow but she will know,
it will get better with her gone.
Bended
BY HEROLD OSMOND OWOSEB
Bended, can’t be mended
Left in the cold, feeling stranded
Selfless, in need of connection
Fighting a battle with no hope or affection
1 November 2013
Form:
Trump Sitting On A Bar Stool
There was Trump sitting on a bar stool
With each hemorrhoid fighting a duel
And when he looked at their logistics
His body and mind both went ballistics
On one coming out first we took s pool.
Jim Horn
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Sometimes my mind just wonders off
As if it hopped out of my head carrying a bandanna on a stick
Getting it back is like fighting a bull , something that catches your attention
Not knowing why I think random things , things in no relevance
But when my mind finds time to crawl back in , I find it harder to think
Powerless enemies
Crawl all around me
Fighting a battle
They'll never win
Powerless enemies
Creep up behind me
This is a battle
I'll never win
Until it's over
I'll curse my lack of power
For the goal is not my enemies
death
or their defeat
It's reaching our mutual goal
and satisfying
our mutual lusts
Move fast when given a reason to strike,
I go hard become my blood and turn cold;
My venom exactly what it seems like,
as is the firm squeeze of my stranglehold;
Upon disrespect my weapons hitchhike
the nonsense you speak is becoming old;
I’m fighting a reptilian response
brought on by all of my reconnaissance.
Have you ever wondered about giving up?
Throwing in the towel and just walking away.
What keeps you from just quitting?
Each new day brings a new struggle.
A new fight to be won.
Do you ever feel like you are losing the battle?
How can you win?
When the war is with yourself.
And you're fighting the battle alone.
Stone Soldiers
Another fallen soldier dies,
fighting a war on some far away front.
Another graveside makeshift goodbye,
straight back into the man hunt...
A husband, father, son, and friend,
is how his stone grave marker reads.
The etch-a-sketch of unplanned death,
infinite losses dying for other men's greed.
bmdavey@
02/21/16
I am sick of fighting a ghost
That I cannot see
I am tired of wanting
What will never be
I am angry that
You weaken me just by your name
I am too old
To play this childish game
I am exhausted
By words you will not believe
I am amazed
You are still naive
I am scared for you
And your life
I am praying now
For your next wife
I’ve been alone and afraid of me,
Because I’ve been fighting a war,
A battle inside of me,
And every time I try to change my ways,
I fall along the way,
And every time I try to make me better,
My sins just become redder,
I’ve been a fool,
In so many ways,
And now there’s only one option,
A very primitive notion,
For me to get away from me,
To run away.