Short Mortars Poems
Short Mortars Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mortars by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mortars by length and keyword.
E L E P H A N T!
The king of the thick Jungle,
Of five-
Not height but senses,
With-
A long nose like pounder,
Ears like winnows,
Legs like mortars,
All in all like a walking black rock,
Be possible to train to dance by a human,
How goes the human beyond?
Categories:
mortars, animal,
Form:
Free verse
Ponder the old pestles and mortars
used at times in apothecaries,
older drug emporium quarters.
Some of the porous surface was shared
by grinding both mortar and pestle
ending up in medicines prepared.
Do today's microplastics alarm you?
Minute particles endanger us all;
microwavable repercussions? Whew!
Categories:
mortars, 11th grade, pollution,
Form:
Tristich
VIOLENCE
Eye wrinkle it began
To begat disparage
And yet Tysoning
Shoot again begotten
Hemorrhage is brings
Shelling and uphill
We export oil
Yet importing mortars
Listen to the melancholy
Of motherless mothers
That of fatherless children
And of groaning men
If we must mêlée
Let’s fight for peace
Categories:
mortars, satire,
Form:
Sonnet
Blistering and scorching sands
Land of the hushed and crushed hands
Up the creepy furs clasping 'round
Ebbing scraped sand of ants' mound
Mortars of the deep and steamy skies
O'er peals and dreamy flies
Off the reef passerine of stormy glides entreat
New leaf flit, strength above my feet...
Sunsets tweak, marvels at its peak
Categories:
mortars, hope,
Form:
Imagism
Green locusts whirl and flap above,
A long way from Chicago, love.
Out here, the armor piercing dove
will make you scream for mothers' love.
Through layers of mud, I'm still alive
if life just means what I survive.
The mortars thunk, I shove and dive.
I don't think I'm--------------------------.
The World of War: Vietnam.
Gerard F. Keogh Jr.
Categories:
mortars, death, history, loss, war
Form:
Rhyme
Looking left
Looking right
You see these faces
Such a grim sight.
Mortars howl
A tanks low growl
The hi-pitch ringing sounds.
Running forward
Through mud and grime
You take battle stance
On the front line.
Save all your prayers
For you have lost today
The world ends for you
On the count of three.
One,
Take heed and breath.
Two,
Squeeze softly
Three...
Let this bullet grow your wings.
Categories:
mortars, death, devotion, history, life, loss, war
Form:
Free verse
Not there yet
The trenches
No mans land
The mortars the bomb shells forever sounding
Not physically but in the heart
The wild battle that shows that there has been a stain in the heart
A deep dark stain from battle
All the soldiers want to do in those trenches are fight for there country
And just hope they are there
At the time when they win
And there is no more slaughter there is only peace among us
Categories:
mortars, absence,
Form:
Free verse
Looking left,
Looking right,
You see the faces of friends;
Brothers.
Mortars howl,
The tanks low growl,
The high-pitch ringing sounds.
Run on forward,
Through the mud and grime,
Take your battle stance
On the front line.
Say all your prayers
For you have lost today
The world ends for you
On the count of three.
One,
Take head and breathe
Two,
Squeeze softly
Three...
Let this bullet grow your wings.
Categories:
mortars, death, depression, loss
Form:
Free verse
...the night stood straight in the sky....
... as mankind drowned in the valley of slumber...
....does nature exact supremacy on mortars?
...look at him as he helplessly lay vertical on the couch...
....tomorrow he boss of his nothingness...
....without acknowledgment to the Invincible Hands that sustained him
....awoh kingsley
Categories:
mortars, life
Form:
Free verse
A big warm hug, a strong embrace
I brush the hair from off your face
Then look you deep into your eyes
So deep I find I'm lost inside
With both my hands, one on each cheek
I slowly bring your face towards me
I move towards yours, deadlocked in stare
Our eyes then close when halfway there
We know the way, our lips collide
Without a map, without a guide
And as we kiss the mortars fly
Chrysanthemums burst in the sky
Rivaling fourth of July
First kiss, a second is implied
Categories:
mortars, i love you, imagery, kiss, love, romantic,
Form:
Rhyme
The road to glory,dead in fields
the fallen men,with broken shields
who gave their lives so valiantly,
the price of freedom for you and me
The road to glory dead in fields
Mortars falling from the sky
when they burst,men will die
for our freedom it came to be
The road to glory dead in fields
The best to offer our Country's yield
greatly outnumbered, their fates are sealed
fighting an enemy they rarely see
my last tour here then home I'll be
The road to glory dead in fields
Categories:
mortars, warfreedom,
Form:
Rondeau