Short Massacred Poems

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Buffalos

Majestic beasts of the range
                  Clothed and fed many a nations for years
                      Massacred by the White Man's bullet
© Danny Nunn  Create an image from this poem.


On Losing Battles and Men

Greetings!
We offer congratulations, and welcome you to death-ground. Fight valiantly, or be massacred. Lunch will be served, at the completion of human hacking.

Premium Member happy he is entertained

my dog is chewing up my bushes
cleaning his teeth
dragging healthy limbs off
I do not stop him
happy he is being entertained
even though my bush is being massacred
dog

Death Cry

This is where they die
In the red painted house of fury
In the pauper's palace 
Where pandemonium is a delicacy

This is where they die
Swimming in the ochre fluid 
Fluid of their massacred brother
Just for the faith fought in bait

This is where we will die
For the faith we hold so dear
And for the faith we fought to keep
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Cleansing of Jerusalem

Raising the cross on the dome of the rock, we rejoiced
Oh god! what did we rejoice, our hatred, our love, 
What is love, sadistic love, crusaders love, for the love of god 
There is no love, we massacred them all, ....everyone’s dead 

Liberum Divisa 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden 
From my poem, Everyone’s dead

27/02/21


Were You There

When my Mother was killed?
Like a cockroach;
Schotched
She was butchered
Her name erased
From the book of life; expunged
Leaving us unaided
Orphaned
Disregarded, by people
Nobody pays heed
From dust we feed
Swimming in poverty
Famine attacks
Our life, full of strife
As we see her grave
Calling God to save
Our massacred Mother. 

Drencho POET Loads
Form: Narrative

Waiting For That Dawn To Come

As dark as the darkest is the night around me
Long I can see as much as this darkness shows me
Dead is the one thing I can be such is the life around me
What I speak travels miles,only to fall short in front of night
Yet I cannot listen anything such is the chaos around me
Long ago my hopes were massacred in a mental genocide
Yet I am looking for that dawn to come with thousand eyes around me
Form: ABC

Game of Thrones

Lovers then we became strangers
now full blown adversaries
enemies
gladiators armored for destruction.
This is no longer a relationship
it is a ruthless affair
a house of cards
kill zone
minefield 101.
Words sharp than machetes
actions colder than waterboarding
we massacred us
we are locked up in solitary confinement
you the king of North
and this Nubian Monarchy is mine.
To the last Iron and Crown standing
its game on!
Form: Concrete

The Rumble From Below

They heard the rumble from below
Drinks were spilled; they stopped the show.
The scream was heard, the tension rose
The crowd was still, the music froze.

The lights flickered, a roar was heard
Wild lion appears, then massacred
All the zebras, flailing around
So their stripes were safe and sound

This lion though, was smarter than that
2 weeks he’d been a hungry cat
Such silly follies were no match
To save lives on this grassland patch.
© Jeremy Lin  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Ballad

Cold Dead Hands

Mother don't hear the birds sing
Eyes filled with tears death brings

Babies massacred attending school
At the hands of a deranged drool 

Assault guns increase the killing rate
Inaction by congress sealed their fate

Mother cry out in vain
No one can feel their pain

Guns built for war
Available at the local store

Adult just turn away
No one will have to pay

The NRA said my cold dead hand
Mother children now take that stand

A WAR TO REMEMBER

We wake to the morning—
and find ourselves mourning.
The Powerful Incense or Priest that once stilled the air is gone.
You leave our peace forlorn.

Our peace has been lost;
the atmosphere is full of mules.
I thought wars had rules.

So this is not a war—it’s a massacre.
Blood will flow by the acre;
the air will thicken with massacre,
because the Incense of Peace has been massacred.

This war is measured in mar.
And the only way we’re taught to stop this war
is to war.
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Rains of Parmethia


In the tumult of the night
We all knew fear
Sadly for many of us
It would be a final night

The fires blazed that night
And we watched with wary eyes
As soldiers fought to save all they could
It was truly a horror that night

In our history it is our blackest night
Thousands were massacred
Millions were displaced
It forever changed us that night

In the tumult of the night
We all knew fear
But the next day brought rains
With grit some would see another night

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