Short Shrapnel Poems

Enfilading fire
Breastworks deflecting shrapnel
Snipers breach trenches...

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no white clouds to hide…
shrapnel tearing through her side
Death’s payload inside

Robb A. Kopp
© Nov.13.2012...

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dipping sparkling light
                                     threatening with blasting voice
                                           throws liquid shrapnel...

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Tim went to the Bovington Tank Festival...

baking in hot sun
spud boy wargasms like blitzkrieg
contemplating tanks

injustice of war ice cream
chocolate shrapnel sprinkled...

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Their words. 
Like the softest cannon fire. 
Shrapnel finding every mark. 
In blood and brain and bone
and heart. 
Leaving us to bleed
for more. 
Till fire, now silenced
turns to dark. 

3/30/14...

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Well maybe I'll find love
in the shadowy doorway
of a tenement building
'neath a bullet grey sky.

Silver shrapnel will rain
down
soak our leathery feet
watered and overgrown.

Love in a shadowy doorway....

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Off to battle, they rode so jolly
  Reached the front line, saw their folly

Bullets whizzing, shrapnel flying
  Grown men weeping, many dying

Returning home, they hung their heads
  Brave hopes and dreams, long since dead...

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I want to cry sometimes 
Too afraid that I will lose my breath
Tackle a wall hard
It’s shrapnel beating against my chest
I want to scream yet it could possibly wake a beast
I don’t wish to hurt anymore
I just wish to be a better me....

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Car
crash,
melded
bodies meet.
Symbiotically joined,
Steel, bone, blood, oil, a maelstrom broth,
curdled by singing shrapnel of temporary hell.
Metal screams breaking the rhythm
of organic song.
Crow's lament
carries
lost
souls...

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Car
crash,
melded
bodies meet.
Symbiotically joined,
Steel, bone, blood, oil, a maelstrom broth,
curdled by singing shrapnel of temporary hell.
Metal screams breaking the rhythm
of organic song.
Crow's lament
carries
lost
souls...

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The sky `s their scene
Banquet theirs in blue
Swerving arcs of black serene,
Black shrapnel of an angel`s song.

A dance of life itself
Relentless unremitting
Screaming songs of joy.

All creatures great and small.
Small nothings lshowing us the awe....

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Busking for breakfast in Kabul
a puffed up dream idealology
haze delineating freedom
as mournful tunes offset tranquility

Crowds gather to gawk
sentimental shards of shrapnel
life left unguarded
wasted away 
another fateful scene screams...

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A mirage shimmering on the horizon 
That’s all you ever were 
A hazy halo of happiness 
Beautiful disaster dancing with my dreams 
A hurricane of hopelessness hurtling around me
A bomb which blew up in my face 
Deadly shrapnel piercing an already damaged heart...

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The Blue Jay's call wheels from his throat
like an un-oiled clothesline 
psychotic in the frozen air

he lands his leathery feet amongst
the scattering of assorted birds and seeds
bouncing like shrapnel around the feeder

and until the cat comes
he is king of the morning buffet...

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…Emptiness tightens its shackles,

…

imprisoning me.

…

Jagged shrapnel,
piercing my heart,

…

my emotions trickle away,

yet hope refuses to flee.

…

I write, to feel again.

…

Something, anything.

…

I write,

to be free.

…

I write to feel again.

…

something, anything.

I write to be....

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--Wallpaper portrait of  lake effect snoW
--Icy conditions, back spasms cripple. I
-sNiffle. goose pimples, brail on my skiN
--Thin sheets of black ice line my streeT
--Erratic winds shoot ice shrapnel, I fleE
--Retreat,  for the comfort of my reclineR 


Jared Pickett
2/10/2010
Asavvy1...

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courage lies in the eye of beholders

but unfriendly fire had blinded her sight

collateral damage in the face of a battle

long lost shrapnel in hollow sockets

visions of compassion dissected by slaughter

thunder of warfare in bullet proof darkness


03rd August 2021

Contest Bite Size Poem No 16...

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Smiles are irrationality embodies
as the Tides' curling edges hopelessly
Moon-driven. It is Poppy seed dialect
and swollen pupil diction,
and it is
an Om's eternity away 
from lolling tongue, rolling eyes, gnawinggrindinggnashing
molars who read road atlas veins in crude
braille like tea leaves:

The taste of God
in a shrapnel bomb....

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If you come in 'like a wrecking ball' 
in your bare essentials,
you must expect
the shrapnel to cut deeper
than the skin,
lest you hide behind 'the party line'.

Politically speaking
if now we are being softened up 
for the deep and gruesome cuts 
in the budget to come, 
then who will save us 
when 'our beds are burning'....

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So it had come to this
Death, at a bullets hiss

Hot shrapnel from o'er head
More brave boys joined the dead.

Eager, so full of pride
On the barbed wire they died

In their droves young men fell
Damn the cause... war is hell.







Entry for
Alexandrine - Modified Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
11/3/2020. Placed =1st....

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lying in the tangled white sheets
hair mussed i can still feel your touch
where you loved me and i loved you.

your scar on the side of your cheek
a piece of shrapnel embedded
you said you'd come home in a week.

it's august now  come september
four years exactly you've been gone
your heart forever within her.









08-23-2016...

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you enter the lair again
dun – colored
shrapnel was  on your lips

to hear your truth I lay down
the book
and look beyond the acid rain
falling after the explosion

the yellow flames still lapping
against the crater walls
jasmines were alive

dented memories wer climbing
on hills before you can unsee
the moon bleeding to death


Satish Verma...

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Leave me a loan, so I can go on spending time endlessly paying for consequences.

Hand me the shrapnel from your pockets, then like a bullet, I’ll whistle passed you, and shoot to the moon while you eye up my shiny change.

Sing me your song, and I’ll turn your notes into a heavenly hit, with a score that’s off the record.

Leave me alone, or you’re gonna pay....

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1. 
The cold touch of steel masonry 
it's violent barrage of iron shell
and the crashing thunder with raining shrapnel

2. 
The rain, the mud, and bloody terrain  
swiftly it crashes through the enemy lines
with it, a swarm of bayonets and steel helmets

3. 
Piles of broken bone and empty artillery
raging inferno's and gray smog
bloody bodies and a white flag...

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Every moment always hollow beneath,
Blap blap blap blap, bullet holes weave;
The body weeps like a river.

Many currents bubble, folding dreams;
There is a fabric  that can not be cut.

Quick action blade and coffee stained eyes,
I am lost to the myriad waves
Erasing  every moment.

Shrapnel  bones and whispered curses
Hollow beneath the echoes of  history.

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